#men do be so self-conscious about their hair sometimes

[leclercskiesahead]

why do men wear caps in the gym (looking at you carlos sainz)

[gravegoer]

I saw a video of a guy blowing smoke into his gfs mouth when they kiss AHHHH THAT WITH SEVIKA HAS ME ROLLINGGGGGGG

Smokey kisses

i feel like I know exactly what video you're talking about, and 100% agree with you! i also have part 2 of the bodyguard fic coming out soon ! asks are still open, if i havent answered yours PLEASSEE resend, some get lost in the void.

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Whenever Sevika smoked cigarillos around you, she never blew the smoke in your face, assuming you never wanted to inhale the secondhand smoke.

When talking face to face with you, she blows the smoke out of the side of her thick lips (sometimes into someone else's face, not that she cares)

Even when you kiss, she feels a little self-conscious about her breath, knowing it probably tastes bitter. She tries to lessen the blow by using some cheap strawberry chapstick every so often.

Once you leaned in to kiss her while she was smoking and she pushed back on your chest with the hand that wasn't holding her cigarillo.

"Not right now sweetheart"

At first, you didn't realize why she did this, thinking maybe she was uncomfortable with your affection. But you started to realize the trend within a few months.

How she refused to smoke inside your house, and never purposely lit one up around you unless she was stressed or anxious. But not before muttering an apology.

Obviously, knowing this information you wanted to make her less insecure of her habits. If you couldn't get rid of the habit you might as well embrace it, right?

This is the part where you hatch your master plan.

When you two sat together in Sevika's private booth at the bar there was a cigarillo held between her lips as she was in the middle of a poker game. You sat on her leg, her mechanical arm holding you steady by the waist.

This was one of your guys' pastimes, she would show you off to the jealous men at the bar while you got to indulge in the warmth of her body and the heat of her touch.

Undoubtedly she was winning, a man huffed in disappointment from her left. This made her chuckle and smoke was blown out of her nostrils, she shifted her leg slightly, making you bounce in her lap.

You smiled at this, leaning back on her shoulder.

As the men shuffled out of the booth (not before handing over Sevika's winnings) you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

"Good job baby," You kissed her on the cheek as a reward, a reward that she definetly valued more than the gold on the table infront of her.

"Dont you ever get tired of watching me win?" She said teasingly, running a hand up your thigh.

You inched closer to her face, "No, not even a little bit"

She backed up a bit as you got closer to her lips, raising an eyebrow at you. Before she could retaliate further you grabbed her face and pulled it towards yours

Your lips intertwined with hers, a gasp escaped her lips, causing smoke to be blown into your mouth. At that you inhaled, deepening the kiss.

Her eyes were open, pupils blown wide as she stared incrediously at you. This shock didnt last long as she started to kiss you back, grabbing the back of your head and running her fingers through your hair roughly.

"Fuck, that was so hot"

She muttered between heavy breaths and rough kisses.

Pulling away, she took another drag of her cigarillo and pushed her mouth back against yours, releasing a breath when you kissed her back.

She groaned at the feeling of you taking the smoke into your mouth and letting it linger, the fumes your senses as it escaped in small spurts through your lips.

Sevika smirked into the kiss, now moving her mouth down to your jaw. But you pushed her head away, giggling.

"You should have let me do that sooner." She rubs the back of your head where her hand sat.

"Yeah? Well, quit acting like I don't know you smoke when you're around me."

this was infact NOT proof read so dont come at me....

taglist: @thequeenreaders @hangezoes-wife @thesecondhandwoman @slut4sevika @kylorey25

[lordprettyflackotara]

6 inch heels || the proxies

smut minors DNI 18+ TW: stripper!dom!reader, exhibitionism, cucking lowkey, toby's a cute little virgin, creampie, masky and hoodie are assholes but get humbled so its okay

“Stop shaking kid you’re gonna be fine.”

Masky’s voice was rough as he inhaled his cigarette, glaring at the ‘smoking prohibited’ sign. Toby crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. “Y-You know I can’t help it,” He argued. He sat in between Hoodie and Masky, a small center stage in front of them. Toby was turning twenty two in human years, the brunette a few years away from being frozen in time. Proxies didn’t get much time off, if any. If they did it was heavily monitored and limited. Whether or not Masky would admit it though, he went out of his way to get Toby the ultimate birthday surprise. The Operator favored Toby over the others, the little ticking time bomb his not so subtle favorite. So Masky arranged a private dance with an experienced stripper, one that Ben had used before as well as Jeff. That way Toby wouldn’t be self conscious about his appearance if it were to escalate.

Masky was ninety percent sure the kid was a virgin, no matter what he told them. It wasn’t like Toby had unlimited options so Masky wasn’t judging, but he wanted to assist for the kids birthday. So here they sat, in the private room of a club. A body guard stood outside, one Ben paid lots of crypto to keep quiet about anything that happens inside of the velvet walls. Hoodie sat silently, his mind spinning with the sick things he’d rather do to you than just watch. But he would settle for now and let Toby have his moment. Toby sat anxiously, excitement and nervousness coursing through his veins. The three men were waiting patiently, their hungry gazes flickering to the door as it opened.

You were a seasoned stripper, to put it lightly. You had seen it all, heard it all, done it all. It was hard work, but staying loyal and quiet got you the best clientele. Ben Drowned was one of your favorite little pets, the blonde randomly sending you wads of cash for existing sometimes. So when he asked you for a favor, you knew you wouldn’t mind helping him out. You knew all sorts of weirdos lived out there, murderous immortals the least of your problems. Fluffing your hair you walked down the mysterious long hallway, the dim purple led lights the only lighting provided. You passed by many rooms, ignoring the sounds of moans and laughter. You took a deep breath as you nodded to your body guard, shoving off your fur coat and handing it to him for safe keeping. You despised leaving with a cum drenched coat. You opened the door, painting on a smile as you met the gaze of three hungry men. The longer you looked at them the more this was making sense, each of them more different than the last.

The one thing that was consistent though? The mask that hid their real faces. Your body guard closed the door behind you, trapping you with three mysterious buyers. "I heard it's somebodies birthday. Whose my lucky boy?" You asked. The one in the middle awkwardly squirmed in his seat. You grinned at the sight of his nervousness. "You must be Toby," You say, walking over to him. The clicking of your heels bounced off of the velvet walls, the three men mesmerized by you. "T-That I a-am," He sputtered. You found his stuttering adorable, causing you to lean over. You planted your hands on his knees, your breast falling out of your top as you leaned over him. "Tell me what you want me to do birthday boy," You purred seductively. Your touch seemed to make him visibly flustered, his hands shaky. "A d-d-dance would be nice," He concluded. You took a hint, noting his vibration seemed to be from your touch. You stepped onto the small stage, gripping the pole as you had many times before. You did a simple twirl, before doing the same chorography you had done dozens of time before. It was the perfect sequence. It showed just enough od your tits and ass without taking them fully out. "Cmon prude lose the panties," The hooded man grumbled, who you figured to be Hoodie. You shot him a nasty look, before returning your lustful gaze to Toby.

A cough interrupted the trance you and Toby were under, your gaze flickering over to him. He had already lit another cigarette, his mask off and beside him. Masky. You mentally scoffed at their rudeness, keeping in mind they named themselves Masky and Hoodie, they weren't all that. You played with the hems of your panties, relishing in the sight of Toby refraining from drooling. "Lose the top already," Masky huffed. Toby elbowed him, shooting him a dirty look. "D-Dude shut up," He argued. Masky rolled his eyes, taking another hit of his cigarette. "She's a stripper not an onlyfans model, we paid for tits, I wanna see some tits," He debated. The two began to bicker, arguing about respecting you. Hoodie sat their silently, his ominous gaze never straying from you.

"S-She's a p-p-person Masky!"

"Kid we paid for a service i'm just simply asking for the service."

In a swift motion you took a step down from the stage, placing your sharp six inch heel in between Masky's legs. It was mere centimeters away from his crotch, the proxies face paling at the sight. "Enough. Dipshit one and two, go over there," You ordered. You gestured your head to the right, signaling for them to move. Masky scoffed, rolling his eyes. You leaned over, grabbing the cigarette from his lips and placing it between your own. Confidently you leaned back, watching his lips part ever so slightly in surprise. "Now doggy," You barked. Masky tried to act like he wasn't intimidated, moving over to sit beside Hoodie. You inhaled the cigarette, plopping down beside Toby. "You want me to touch you baby?" You whispered, exhaling the smoke through your nose. Toby was mesmerized by you, your dominance only adding to your seductive aura. He nodded sheepishly, afraid to meet your gaze. You lifted his orange goggles off of his eyes, before tilting his chin upwards. "Words Tobias," You cooed. Toby swallowed, sputtering out consent. You grinned, your gaze briefly flickering over to the other two men. "You both have permission to watch and touch yourselves but if you interfere I won't hesitate to kick you out," You spat.

The proxies were not used to being bossed around by anyone besides their supernatural boss. You were ethereal, drop dead gorgeous, and your dominance only added to that. Masky's face turned a tint of pink, while Hoodie was suddenly thankful he hadn't removed his mask no matter how hot it was under there. You took one last hit of the cigarette before carelessly throwing it at the two proxies. You hadn't bothered to see where it had landed, your attention turning back to Toby. "Your friends are assholes, but I like you cutie," You purred. You maintained eye contact with his puppy dog eyes, pulling down his face mask. The gash in his cheek didn't bother you, considering you had seen Jeff before. You pressed your lips against his, Toby melting under your touch. He didn't have much experience kissing, but your lips were patient and kind, allowing him to catch up with you. You smelled delicious, your vanilla perfume flooding his nostrils. Gently you placed your hand on his knee, creeping upwards towards his thigh. "Can I taste you?" You purred. His pupils were blown with lust. "B-But aren't you tasting me r-r-right now?" Toby stuttered.

You grinned as you looked down at the noticeable tent that had formed in his pants. Toby realized what you meant, his face flushing red. "O-Oh. Y-y-yes please," He pleaded. You crawled down onto the floor, helping the brunette pull down his pants and boxers. You glanced over at the other two proxies, who were silently watching in awe. Their cocks were hard as well, begging to be let out of their pants. Toby's cock was hard and erect, the tip already leaking precum. You licked your lips as you licked up the underside of it. "I need you to be as loud as you can baby, let everyone know how good I make you feel," You ordered. Toby tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, watching as you fully placed his cock in your mouth. You lowered your head onto his shaft, before beginning to bob your head up and down. Toby's whimpers were so pathetic it was making you horny, your slick beginning to rub on your inner thighs. You kitten licked his tip, swirling your tongue around his slit playfully. HIs hand involuntarily found your hair, unsurely pulling at the locs. You could see Masky and Hoodie out of the corner of your eye, both of their cocks in their hands.

You took Toby deeper, feeding off of the sound of the brunettes moans. You forced your jaw to go slack, taking him to the base. Your nose brushed against his bush, the proxy beneath you trembling in pleasure. You could tell he was getting close to the edge, his cock starting to twitch in your mouth. You quickly pulled off of him, causing him to audibly whine. "Why?" Toby whispered, causing you to grin as you wiped the saliva off of your lips. You crawled on top of him, undoing your top and tossing it to Masky. You shot him a devious smirk before properly straddling Toby. "I wanna feel all of you baby," You purred, running your hands down his chest. You pulled your panties to the side, rubbing your slick up and down his aching cock. "You feel how wet you've made me?" You asked. Toby nodded, practically drooling as he looked down at your dripping cunt. "You've been so good for me. You deserve a reward, don't you birthday boy?" You asked teasingly. Toby babbled pleas of agreement, causing you to glance over at Hoodie and Masky. Both of them were edging themselves at this point, a cocky smile crossing your lips. "See boys? This is what you get when you're a good boy," You laughed, before lifting yourself and guiding Toby's cock inside of you.

You sank lower on his cock, tilting your head back in pleasure. He stretched your walls more then you had anticipated, your unholy sounds genuine. Anxiously Toby grabbed your hips, watching you sink lower and lower until you finally made it to the base. You both sighed in relief, your eyes meeting his. You propped yourself up on his shoulders, using him for support as you began to bounce on his cock. "Fucking hell Toby," You whined, the sound of his name falling off of your lips causing the brunette to lose all composure. His primal instincts kicked in, his hips fucking upwards to match your pace. "That's it baby, such a fast learner," You praised. You could hear Hoodie grunting, Masky biting his lip in an attempt to muffle his own sinful noises. Toby's cock brushed against your g spot perfectly, as if his cock was made for you. Your gummy walls were clinging to him, the brunette losing himself in the pleasure as he fucked you. "You f-f-feel so good," Toby sputtered. You grinned as you grabbed his face and forced him to look up at you. "So do you cutie," You purred.

You pressed your lips against his, both of you groaning into each others mouths as you rode his cock. Meanwhile Hoodie and Masky were panting messes, Masky's orgasm coming first. He rutted his hips up into his hand, obsessed with imagining you riding him instead of Toby. Hoodie was trying to hold on, watching as you slid your hand down to your clit. Drawing the slow circles gave that extra stimulation you needed, your moans growing louder. You nibbled on Toby's bottom lip, your eyes fluttering open. "Cum with me Toby. Cum deep inside of me birthday boy," You encouraged, your walls squeezing him tighter. Toby gripped your hips harder, fucking up into you one last time as he experienced pure euphoria. You cursed as you came right after him, his warm seed flooding your cunt. You both sat intertwined for a moment, panting in unison. You glanced over at Hoodie, who had yet to finish. Masky sat silently, his hand covered in white ropes. You slowly climbed off of Toby, shooting daggers at Hoodie. "You're lucky I feel like being nice," You hummed.

Confidently you sat on the stage in front of Hoodie, spreading your legs. It gave Hoodie the perfect view of your puffy red cunt. Toby's seed began to spill out of your abused pussy, dripping out of you. You smirked as Hoodie's eyes widened under his mask.

"Go on asshole, cum for me."

[dumbbitchgalore]

Part 2: 💖 Cockwarming old man!Price 💖

Part 1

Now in part 1 we talked about the mean and kinda abusive old man!Price

This time we're gonna have a look at option 2: John becomes self-conscious of his mind due to his erectile dysfunction and wholeheartedly believes that his lucky charm will leave him for someone virile.

This scenario is riddled with John worrying about the nature of his erectile dysfunction

How he can't satisfy you like he would if he was younger

And all of these things add up and soon enough he finds himself in bed with you, his head buried in your stomach as he holds onto you tightly

Afterall, you might disappear in a moments notice, who knows?

Now to you, this sounds absolutely ridiculous because to you he's picture perfect

Like you'd sell your sole for a man like him

You huff slightly, annoyed that he thinks you'll leave him one day and go to a younger man

As if younger men know anything. Hell, tell them to find the clit and they'll be rubbing your labia for 2 seconds and ask you if you came

But that's beside the point, you love John more than life itself

You pull him up so that you two are facing each other

You softly pepper his face with kisses all over

On his forehead, over his eyes, cheeks, nose and then finally his lips

Oh god, kissing his lips was delightful

In these moments, John was soft and his kisses reflected that

After a few minutes of kissing you pull away trying to catch your breath

In times like these where John's worries bubble to the top, not a single word is exchanged and you like it that way

Besides, you'd rather show how much you love and appreciate him through your actions instead

You push John down on his back so he's laying flat on the bed and you take your sweet time worshipping his war-torn body

You sing slient praises through your actions

Sometimes you see John's eyes glisten but you can never tell if it's tears or just the light hitting his eyes

Finally you lay on your side, looking into John's eyes as you get lost in his cerulean eyes

Both of you think how they got lucky to be with someone so great

You give him a soft smile and caress his face

Oh, how in love you were with him

On rare circumstances, John might be semi-hard so it's a bit easier to have his cock nice and snug inside you

But on days, he's body doesn't reflect the lust-filled thoughts in his mind, you do your best to put it inside you

After a few trys of it slipping out, you finally get it in

You sigh softly. You're content and in bliss

And John, well he can't help but sigh softly

This felt nice, right even

His perfect doll doing everything to make sure that he doesn't burden himself with self-depreciating thoughts

Nights like these, John holds you tight. His head buried in your chest while you comb your fingers through his hair

The only thing that could be heard is the snores of John as you smile to yourself and kiss the top of his head

[clauscielo]

✧ yearning

pairing: joel miller & reader, arthur morgan & reader.

warnings: angsty. self-conscious, touch starved men. age difference, slight nsfw for joel.

requests are open!

joel looked at himself over and over again in the mirror. it had been so long since he'd cared about his appearance… last time he'd worried about looking good was in his teens. he would've laughed if someone had told him a few years ago that he'd be worrying about this again.

but here he was. looking at himself with contempt. his wrinkles, his gray hairs… the bags under his eyes, his teeth, his skin marred by sun and survival. and when, somehow, he finally managed to find himself..., not necessarily attractive, but halfway acceptable, he'd then look at you and his whole world would fall apart.

you were beautiful.

no matter how hard he looked at you, he couldn't find a single flaw. in some conversations you had mentioned some insecurities you had, but he was unable to understand them. you were just perfect.

“are you okay? you were taking so long,” you said, concerned. and he just stared at you, pained, analyzing every detail of your face, comparing it to his own.

“i'm fine. let's go,” he replied with a heavy sigh. his voice quivered slightly, perhaps from the effort he made carrying his backpack, or from something else.

he had long ago realized his feelings for you. normally he wouldn't care about feeling something for someone, attraction, or whatever. but this was different. he wanted you, deeply. he drooled over you. every night, he closed his eyes, imagining how your bare body would look, how your bare breasts would be, how it would feel to be inside of you. god, he hated himself for it, but he loved to fantasize about you before he went to sleep, the image of you being the last thing on his mind before he drifted off to sleep, sometimes even conjuring up dreams that were exquisite to him.

but when morning came, he could hardly look you in the eye. he felt disgusted, ashamed. you trusted him, and joel felt as if he was betraying you, with all these thoughts of his.

you were too young for him. you were too naïve for things to work out between you two. you were… too good for him.

and yet, he still allowed himself the luxury of watching you sleep when you rested next to him some nights, leaning against his shoulder, your lips half-open, soft little snores escaping from them. he loved you. he really did.

“you get some rest,” he whispered, stirring on the couch, a little restless. the scent of your hair flooded his nostrils, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. he wasn't sure he could take much more of this.

“joel…” you snuggled a little more against him. “take me to bed…?” you whispered, half asleep, if not completely asleep.

“ah… sure,” he murmured. he carried you in his arms and gently, laid you on your bed. you opened your eyes a little and as he looked at you, he felt like kneeling before you and begging your forgiveness, for all the things he craved with you, for being so nasty and for never being enough.

“don't go,” you asked, your voice low. and he nodded, his gaze low with guilt.

“i won't, baby,” joel said, his voice barely a whisper, “i won't.”

you hated washing dishes. you preferred anything to this. you didn't know why, but it disgusted you terribly. the remains of breakfast mixing with the remains of lunch and dinner under water and soap... and when you touched some lump of unknown origin without wanting to, you panicked. was there anything worse than this?

being in a gunfight, maybe. you weren't so sure either.

whenever it was your turn to do the dishes, you procrastinated longer than it actually took you to clean them. you'd spend a whole hour whining, dreading the moment you'd have to face such a horrible, excruciating task. and then it would only take you fifteen minutes to get it done. it was the same thing, every time.

so arthur, whenever he got the chance, helped you. almost every time, he stood in for you, he cleaned up while you stood by his side, chattering about whatever nonsense, his gaze lost in your smile, his mind in the sound of your voice.

and of course, every time he got you off the dishes, you were so effusive with your words and gestures of gratitude.

“i sure do ‘ppreciate this, arthur. thank ya kindly,” you sighed, stroking his arm and squeezing it a little. he relaxed under your touch, a goofy grin creeping across his face, his cheeks warming.

he felt like a complete idiot. a young lady as pretty, as cheerful, as deep and intelligent as you, with a bitter simpleton like him? it was ridiculous. it would never happen.

his smile faded as he stared at the dishes he was washing. his chest ached at the thought that he could never be honest with you, could never touch you, hold you, whisper the words of love he thought every time he looked at you. he was disgusted with himself for being so attracted to someone like you. what the hell was he thinking?

arthur would do anything to make you happy. and it might seem stupid, but seeing you so relieved and grateful for something he did, even if it was as silly as washing the dishes, made him feel... important. important to you. and he loved it when you stayed by his side while he did it, telling him your stories, your thoughts.

he just wanted you to love him. and he liked to fantasize that you did, every time you touched him, every time you smiled at him, every time you got close to him because you wanted to and not because you had to.

“thank ya so much, arthur. you're the best,” you told him, with a coy smile, watching him dry his hands after he had washed each and every one of the dishes. he smiled sadly. he didn't want this brief moment with you to end.

“thank ya? the hell ya mean? that’ll be five dollars,” he replied, jokingly. you laughed.

“how ‘bout one little kiss? that enough for ya?” you asked.

he turned red and stammered, surprised by your answer.

“and what good would a kiss from you do me?” he replied, defensively, flustered. but when he saw your smile fade, morphing into an expression of embarrassment, he regretted it. “i’m sorry. didn’t mean it like that. just caught me off guard,” he muttered.

you giggled, stood on tiptoe, and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

[cellophanejpeg]

messy.

Kento Nanami can’t understand why he’s so infatuated with you. You're his complete opposite. You're not neat or organized with your things at the office. Your clothes are never put together: you always have a mismatched sock, or a wrinkle on your skirt, or dirt on your shoes. You talk loudly, can’t keep quiet on your seat, always a leg bouncing, always something to say. And yet, he can’t understand why he feels so attracted to you.

w.c.: 2k

inspired by this post

warnings: smut, explicit smut!!! fucking in an alley smut!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Kento Nanami can’t understand why he’s so infatuated with you. You're his complete opposite. You're not neat or organized with your things at the office. Your clothes are never put together: you always have a mismatched sock, or a wrinkle on your skirt, or dirt on your shoes. You talk loudly, can’t keep quiet on your seat, always a leg bouncing, always something to say.  

And yet, he can’t understand why he feels so attracted to you. Maybe it’s the way you don’t care about what other people think of you, the way you’re free. He just can’t help the way you make him feel, like you’re a magnetic force, pulling him in.  

Which is why he approaches you at the bar. You were already there when he arrived, having an exciting conversation with the young bartender girl who was just trying to do her job. Nanami takes a seat beside you and swallows hard, trying to think of what to say to get your attention. He didn’t have to make much effort, for you noticed him first. You watched as he ordered a whiskey on ice, and he suddenly felt self-conscious.  

“Mr. Nanami,” you say, your speech a little slurred, eyes glassy and a smile on your lips. His chest almost implodes at the sight, “You come here often?”  

It's clear that your question is joke, a flirtatious joke, but still. Still Nanami finds it hard to breathe.  

“Sometimes,” he answers, trying to sound casual. You eye him down, from his neat hair to his formal work clothes. He doesn’t belong here. He overheard you asking some of your coworkers out, to the bar nearby, and decided to show up. He didn’t expect to find you by yourself, though.  

Smiling at him, you turn your body to face him, brushing away a strand of hair from your face.  

"Never thought I'd find someone like you in this bar,” you state, taking another sip from your beer.  

“What do you mean?”  

“I mean this place is a bit messy for you, isn't it?” You shrug.  

He pauses as the bartender hands him his whiskey. Your hooded eyes and body language make him unsure if you mean the bar or something else. Only then, he notices your skirt hiked up to your upper thighs and your stocking has a lace band on the hem. Under it, an intricate tattoo adorns your thigh, something he didn't know you had. His breath catches in his throat, and he takes a sip from his drink.  

You’re right. This bar is a bit messy for him, with loud shitty music playing, drunk people dancing, lone men and women on the bar, slurring their words, sobbing in their hands. Not a place for someone like him to go after hard day at work.  

“Yeah.” He manages to say, clearing his throat, “But I couldn’t help but feel attracted to it.”  

Your eyes sparkle, and a smile tugs the corner of your lips, “Yeah? What makes you feel this way?”  

Nanami swallows hard. You look so sexy like this, legs crossed, face hot from the beer, a few strands of hair coming out of the once neat bun in the back of your neck.  

He doesn’t know you noticed. The looks he gives you when you’re distracted at work, staring lustily, almost longing for your presence when you get up from your cubicle to go somewhere else. Once you caught him staring and he looked away quickly, embarrassed. You found it adorable the way he flushed and tried to act like nothing had happened. You can’t lie and say you’ve never thought about it, him and you, kissing in a secret supply closet, or fucking in the unused restroom on the 12 th floor of the office building, or even tangled in sheets after a rough pounding session.  

But those are just fantasies. Thoughts that come and go when you realize he’s near you or looking over the walls of his cubicle at you. In your head, he’d never go for someone like you. He always looks so neat and organized, going to work with pressed white shirts under blazer jackets and fancy shoes. And you’re just... you.  

Nanami clears his throat again, snapping you back to reality.  

“I guess the...” He seems to hesitate a little, “its freedom.”  

A frown grows between your brows, “Freedom?”  

He takes another sip from his drink. “The way it’s... carefree.”  

Then, you know he isn’t talking about the bar.  

“Oh.”  

“I’ve always wanted to give it a try.”  

Looking directly in his eyes, you sober up a little, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze.  

“You...” now, you hesitate, “You seem like a precise guy. Do you always take such risks?”  

His eyes darken as they look down at you, “No. But when I want something, I can’t get it out of my head.”  

A silent pause follows, just mere seconds before you lean in and presses your lips against his. Nanami doesn’t have time to kiss you back as you spill your bottle all over him.  

“Shit!” you exclaim grabbing napkins from the bar and trying to dry him off, “Fuck, I’m so sorry! God, I’m so clumsy, I’m so sorry!”  

He sees the desperate look on your face, a hint of tears welling up, and he gently grabs your wrists, making you pause and look at him. Then, he cups your cheek and leans in to kiss you properly. You return the kiss, more gently this time. He sighs when you trying to deepen the kiss, allowing you to pass your tongue through his lips. He does the same and a fire ignites inside him, he knows he must have you.  

Nanami pulls apart, a string of saliva connecting you both, and breathes hard.  

“Let me take you home.” He whispers and, despite the loud music muffling his request, you laugh softly.  

“What for?”  

He takes a deep breath, cupping your cheeks with both hands and pressing his forehead on yours.  

“I need to...” He closes his eyes. A feeling blooms in his chest traveling to his stomach and going straight to his cock. Fuck it, he’s gonna say it. “I need to fuck you.”  

The sincerity of it all makes your core pulsate between your legs. Is this real? Is one of your fantasies about to become true? Your breath hitches and your cheeks warm at the statement he gives you.  

“Then what’s-” you breathe, “what’s stopping you from fucking me right here?”  

Next thing you know, you’re being dragged outside of the bar and being pressed against a stone wall. It all happens so fast you almost don’t register Nanami dragged you to the backdoor of the establishment and kissing you behind the building. It's where employers come to take the trash out, or to have a smoke break, and you don’t know why, but the possibility of being caught just turns you on.  

Nanami turns you around, making your chest press on the cold brick wall, and lifting your skirt hastily. He grabs your ass firmly, earning a grunt from you. You feel his hand move down to the middle of your cheeks, cupping your core hungrily. A moan escapes your lips as he starts massaging your cunt over your underwear. It might have been a little too loud and if people were passing through, they’d hear the both of you, but, right now, you don’t give a shit. It’s not like you’ve never done this before, you’ve had your adventures in public once or twice, but the idea of being seen with him makes you wet.  

Kento Nanami, the one who never has a strand of hair out of place, who is always well-kept and tidy, is about to fuck you. You, who’s always careless, sloppy and untidy.  

“Fuck, Nanami.” You breathe as you reach to your underwear. He helps, pulling it down until your ass is exposed to the cold air. His fingers find their way to your cunt, already wet for him. He rubs your clit, and you moan loudly, your voice echoing in the alley.  

 “ Shh .” He puts a hand over your mouth as he inserts a finger inside you. You whimper and close your eyes, leaning your forehead against the wall. “Fuck, you’re so warm.” His voice is trembling with desire as he adds another finger starts pumping them inside you.  

You open your mouth to suck on his fingers, letting out a quiet breath. “Nanami, please.”  

You barely register his cock before he slides it inside you. He grunts, leaving you no time to adjust to him and start moving right away. Whimpering, grunting, and moaning, you try your best to keep it down, but it just feels so good to have him inside you that you want to make every sound possible to everyone to hear, to everyone to know Kento Nanami is fucking you. You can hear his rough breath, head pressed against your shoulder, a hand on your ass, the other on your shoulder.  

“F-fuck!” He breathes, slamming hard in you and groaning your name, “I’ve wanted this for so long!”  

“Oh, yeah?” You say, between breaths, feeling his grip on your ass tighten, “You mean this pussy? You’ve been wanting this pussy?”  

“God, yes!”  

Nanami wraps an arm around your waist and the other across your chest, speeding this pace and slamming hips on your ass harder than before. You grab his arm and guides his hand to your clit, wanting him to touch you there again. He immediately starts circling the bundle of nerves and you start to see stars with your orgasm coming, a quiet moan leaving your lips.  

“Do you like it, baby?” He whispers in your ear.   

“Kento,” You purr, throwing you head back and leaning on his shoulder. “Fuck– I love it.”  

At the sound of his first name, he thrusts inside you hard, and you suddenly feel the fire in your lower stomach, your toes curling inside your shoes as you try to grab the wall for support. The orgasm hits you hard and your knees almost give in, if it weren’t for the strong pair of arms holding you. Nanami feels your walls squeezing him and follows right after, cumming just seconds after you. Both of your breaths are uneven, a thin layer of sweat is on both of your skins, and he holds you like this for a moment before he pulls you to his chest. You feel his quick heartbeat slamming inside his chest as he cups your cheek, making you lean into his touch.  

Swallowing hard, you allow yourself to enjoy his embrace as the pace of your heartbeats is normal again and your breaths aren’t uneven anymore. The cold wind that hits you makes you shiver again, the sweat on your skin making it colder. It surprises you how gentle he is, as Kento pulls out of you slowly, watching your reaction to his absence. Sighing, you smile to yourself, feeling the slick substance run down your inner thighs. You don’t mind when he gently pulls your underwear up again, helping you pull your skirt down. It’s an intimate act, something you’ve never experienced before, and it makes you blush for a moment.  

“You okay?” He asks.  

 You nod, then shrug, turning around to face him. “Kinda cold, but… I’m okay.”  

He shrugs his blazer off and wraps it around you, rubbing your upper arms in the hope the friction will warm you up.  

Why is being so gentle you with you? It's not like you both have a relationship besides the shared looks in the office.  

“Thanks,” you whisper, fighting the urge to bury your nose on the fabric and inhale his scent.  

Nanami nods, “I meant it before. Let me take you home.”  

You look at him, sweat across his forehead, hair sticking to it. All you want to do is brush it away, wipe the moist from his skin and kiss him slowly until you can’t feel your lips. Maybe this is more than just sex, you think. You don’t know why he looks so captivated by you, but you like it. You like the way he’s gentle.  

So you nod, smiling.  

“Okay.”

[beenbaanbuun]

club w/ wooyoung

wrote this after an interaction with mean girls at my local club…

wooyoung has been gone for a little over two minutes now - the bar must be busy - leaving you alone with an almost passed out san

normally you wouldn’t mind since you were well practiced in the art or staring down men to the point where they would dare approach you

y’know, stare into their eyes with a disgusted look for long enough for them to grow just a little self conscious

there’s only one man it’s ever not worked on, but he’s your boyfriend now

sometimes wooyoung can be about as good reading the room as san is holding his liqueur - bad… with a capital B

but the issue tonight isn’t men, it’s women

more specifically, a group of girls standing just a couple of meters to your right

they’re pretty, you think to yourself, but the way they point and laugh warps your perception of them until all you see is a group of mean girls

mean isn’t pretty

you turn to look at the dazed man next to you

he seems to have taken an interest in the way the lights swing around the room, following them like a cat with a laser

“san,” you grab his attention, “can you see those girls over there?”

you point him in the direction of them with a tilt of your head, and his eyes follow slowly

he nods, stumbling a little as the movement makes him lose his balance

you catch him and push him against the wall so he doesn’t have to focus so hard on staying upright

“are they talking about me?” you ask, “they’re laughing at something in this direction but i don’t know if i’m being paranoid.”

san comically narrows his eyes at the girls, looking like they do in the cartoons, and you let out a small giggle

and then san nods

“they keep looking at you,” he clarifies, “one of them just took a photo, i think.”

your furrow your brows

“what?”

“yeah,” he angles his head so he can see the girl’s phone screen, “something about your back must be really interesting to them. they’re sending it someone on snapchat…”

the thought alone makes your heart freeze in place, and you immediately stop having fun

the smile on your face drops completely, and the weird little sidestep dance you always do at the club comes to a stand still

a drunk hand finds the top of your head - a little too hard, you must say, but you’d never tell san that - and gently tousles your hair

“they’re just jealous,” he slurs his words with a smile, and although they’re sincere you find it hard to believe

because they’re all standing there in their tight black t-shirts that accentuate their chest and baggy cargo pants that fall perfectly from their hips

and when you look down at yourself all you can see is your black corset that makes your tits look great, but sometimes reveals too much back fat for your liking, and your tiny black mini skirt that now you look at it, makes your tummy bulge over the top in a way that you hadn’t noticed until now

your distressed tights that you normally love now look messy under your critical gaze, and the knee high black socks that go under them just look weird

and all of that is without even mentioning your platform trainers that are chunkier than any other trainer you’ve ever seen, and add at least two inches onto your height

you look weird, you decide as you study yourself

“what’s got the prettiest girl in the club so down in the dumps?�� you boyfriend asks loudly as he finally arrives back to your tiny group with his and your drinks in his hands

the laughter that comes from the group of girls punctuates his sentence cruelly, and you shrink into yourself more

you don’t particularly want to talk about it, but thankfully, with san in the state that he’s in, you don’t have to

“where’s my drink?” san pouts, ignoring wooyoung’s question completely

“i got you one like five minutes ago,” he didn’t, but san is too drunk to remember that, “look,” wooyoung points to an empty plastic cup on the floor, “you had a single vodka coke, remember?”

san is, somehow, satisfied with the lie and goes back to chilling against the wall with a dopey smile

wooyoung smiles fondly at his friend before turning to you with a more serious look

“now, back to you, baby,” he passes you a cup of pink liquid which you immediately start gulping down

it only takes a few seconds before wooyoung snatches it out of your hands with a frown

“okay, so that’s concerning,” he grumbles, “tell me what’s wrong.”

you shrug, but your eyes betray you

wooyoung must notice the way your eyes flicker over to the group for a few seconds and his gaze decides to follow yours

the girls are giggling, as usual, but this time you make eye contact with one of them

she looks you up and down before frowning and raising her hands in a ‘what have i done?’ motion

and then like clockwork, the frown cracks and they all start laughing again

you stare as the one that had looked you up and down moments prior uses her finger to instruct one of the others to do the same

you frown

“i wouldn’t normally say this, but they’re fucking bitches,” wooyoung whispers as he reaches a hand out to touch your shoulder, “do you want me to say something?”

you shake your head - it would be embarrassing for you if you sent your boyfriend to tell them off for you

even if they are acting like bullies in a playground…

“no, woo,” you shake your head and put on your bravest smile for him which you can tell he doesn’t believe, “just stay here with me, hm?”

he sighs and nods before shuffling the two of you around until his body is blocking yours from the group’s vision

but it doesn’t do much, not when you can still hear their laughter over the music

you try and let it go, but it’s all you can hear

the song could be anything in the world but you wouldn’t know

your mind is still racing and you can still hear them and you just can’t find it in you to have fun anymore

you look at your boyfriend, trying not to think too hard about the sympathetic look on his face

“actually, can we just go?”

you feel bad about your request, but you’d feel worse if you were to stay and ruin the atmosphere for the two guys who would otherwise be having a great time

wooyoung nods and puts a hand on san’s shoulder to pull him off of the wall

with one arm around his friend’s shoulder, he wraps the other around your waist and the three of you begin to walk

it’s slow, with san’s stumbling and the insane crowd of people, but before you know it, you’re almost out of there

but just as you reach the door, wooyoung stops

“shoot, i forgot to put the drinks down somewhere,” he unravels his arms and pushes the two of you over to a wall, “stay here, i’ll be back soon, alright?”

you nod and watch as he weaves his way through the crowd

you lose him within a few seconds, and decide to focus your attention on san instead

no doubt he’d be sleeping on your couch tonight, you giggle to yourself

it’s always an experience when he spends the night at yours; more often than not you wake up to him asleep on the floor of your room rather than the sofa you left him on

one time you’d even found him cuddled up to wooyoung in his sleep

you still have the photos on your phone as blackmail

the thought cheers you up a little

not much, but enough to bring a small smile to your face

a smile that quickly vanishes when wooyoung comes storming out of the room, a sheepish look on his face and a wet patch down his front

he grabs both of you and without wasting a second, drags you out of the door and onto the cold street

“what happened?” you ask as he hails a taxi

one pulls up and wooyoung quickly tells the driver your address before the three of you climb in

he sits next to you and takes your hand in his

“wooyoung, what happened?” you repeat

san gags as the car starts to move

you ignore it - san may not be able to handle drinking, but he’s not (yet) thrown up from it before - and keep your attention firmly on your boyfriend

he shrugs, “nothing much…”

you give him a look that lets him know you don’t believe him

he tried to wait it out, hoping you’ll let it go after a few seconds, but you don’t

“fine,” he concedes, “i spilt my drink on one of the girls, purely by accident, and she threw hers back…”

“wooyoung!” you slap his chest gently

he just chuckles and puts his hand over your own, pinning it to the sticky wet patch on his chest

“they deserved it, hun.”

[celestialprincesse]

hi😊

I’m just wondering if you’d write something…? It’s okay if you don’t want to!

I was wondering about ghost or könig….maybe soap with a crybaby!partner? Like, I’m a very emotional person, I cry easily and I have really bad anxiety and self image issues. So I was just kind of wondering if like, they did something, maybe like touched them or something and then the reader bursts into tears because it feels good or they’re self conscious…?

I’m so sorry if I make u uncomfortable, it was no intention of mine :(

This is so me pookie💕 I loovelovelovelove confused buff military men X total emotional wreck partners 🤭🫶 not self indulgent at all

You've gotten really good at working out when you're going to have a bad day. That heavy feeling weighs heavy on your shoulders from the moment you sit up in bed. The sickly lump in your throat chokes you up - makes you swallow down the glass of water left on the nightstand last night to wash it down. It's become so predictable, so routine.

Even your comfiest clothes feel too tight today. The waistband of your jeans constricts you, and the sleeves of your sweater are just short enough that you can't pull them comfortably over your hands. The lights in the grocery store are too bright and the crackly loudspeakers play some catchy new song you hate. All of your comfort foods are out of stock. You even work up the nerve to ask an employee if they've moved around the baking section (which they very clearly have, seeing as your safe haven of cookie cutters and chocolate chips is no longer on aisle four) only to be met with a dirty look and a shrug.

By the time Simon gets home, you're practically at breaking point. None of your go-to self soothing methods had worked, and the day only seemed more intent on breaking you with every attempt you'd made to ease yourself down from the emotional cliff edge you'd been teetering on. You'd hoped that you would've sorted yourself out by the time his car rolled into the driveway - prancing into the hall with a smile and a kiss to greet him - not slumped on the couch watching some rerun episode of Real Housewives. Your lack of enthusiasm only serves to make you feel even worse.

He's so quick to drop his work bag, striding into the lounge to capture your cheeks in his palms and press a long, loving kiss on your lips. The moment he feels wetness on his cheeks, he stills. "Hey." Simon coos, keeping your face in his grasp as silent tears dribble down your cheeks. "Hey hey hey. Wha's wrong?" The soft concern in his tone only makes you sniffle quietly, trying to avoid his eye. "M' sorry." You murmur, feeling less like something to be worried about, more like a burden. "Why're you sorry? No reason to apologise t'me."

Simon settles on the couch beside you as he gives you a minute to find your words. "Just.." It's impossible not to lean into his palm when he wipes the salty tears from your ruddy cheeks. "Dunno, just overwhelmed today I guess." You shrug defeatedly as Simon scoops you up, pulling you into his side. "Tha's alright." He reassures, stroking his fingers through your hair. "Nothing wrong with having a bit of a day, yeah? We all do." "You don't." You grumble, huffing at how good he is at bringing you down. "Yeah I do. Only difference is that you actually let people see it." "Don't wanna be a burden." The sound of your voice is muffled by the soft, worn cotton of his hoodie. "You're not a burden. You're fucking lovely. Jus' have big feelings sometimes is all."

The comforting rumble of his words has you melting into him, zoning out into the comfort of his presence. "You want a takeaway?" You hum absently in response, finally allowing your shoulders to drop and your mind to wander as he pulls out the menu from your favourite Thai restaurant.

[etfrin]

“You make me so happy, it turns back to sad” - Gorgeous

Trans! Koby x female! reader

Warning - NSFW (fingering, m receiving. Sex. Edging.)

Summary - You were feeling conscious about your relationship instead of talking it out with Koby. You flirt with other men, which turns into communicating with Koby about your insecurities and then leads to sexy times :))

Of course, you knew Koby was an oblivious fuck. You found it endearing, it was among his many traits. But sometimes it was just too much when he didn't realize that you needed him not only sexually either. He didn't get the signs, he was your boyfriend for months now yet he was too shy to love you, to hold you.

It made you self-conscious, it made you fear you weren't enough. You were a coward, you couldn't bring this issue for fear of getting rejected.

Instead, you began to ignore him, it was subtle. You didn't even realize it, too deep into your self-loathe.

That was until the party that was being held on the marine ship today. You were Koby's date, and that man deserves the best. You wore a red dress, with a slit up your leg that reaches your thigh. It was rather daring but so pretty.

Koby came to pick you up, his reaction is immediate with a crimson red blush and wide eyes. After the compliments are shared, you walk the halls to the party.

You tried to hold Koby's hand only for him to pull away. "We shouldn't," he whispered with those same wide eyes, "Too many higher-ups." You clenched your jaw, that was... that was the last straw.

After this, you flirt with anyone willing. Smiling, twirling your hair, the whole deal with absolutely no shame. Most marines who worked under Koby were shocked at this but you didn't care. You couldn't bring yourself to. It was not until a man got too close to you, nearly in a kissing distance that Koby finally stepped in.

"Darling," he said, his voice raspy, "Could I steal you for a moment?" His eyes go to the man you were flirting with and you notice his jaw clenching. He.. he was mad. You've never seen him mad before.

You let him whisk back to your room. He pinned you to the door, his hands on either side of your head.

"What was that?" He asked, despite the hurry clear in his voice, his tone was kind. It had you seething, you wanted him mad.

"What was what?" You scoff. His eyes just reflected more pain from your words. "What's wrong? Did I do something? I am sorry, just tell me what's wrong," he whispered. You felt your hands turn into fists. "You don't even get it," you whispered to him.

You wanted to leave, but leaving would mean that you would have to leave him too so you finally spoke up. All about your insecurities and his shyness, how it made you feel. Koby listened patiently.

Koby nodded, "and your reaction was to flirt with those men instead of talking to me." His jaw clenched again. You knew it was inappropriate but him being mad was hot. His eyes glaring not harsh but still enough to ignite you. Your eyes looked down at the floor when you couldn't meet his gaze anymore.

You let out a harsh huff, "You know what kind of bitch you're dating, Koby." You knew you were toxic. You knew you weren't the best for him. You never were. You should leave. Leave him alone. Let him find someone worthy.

More thoughts came into your head, making your eyes tear up. "I should just leave. I am not enough. I am not-" Before you can continue, he interrupts with a kiss.

It was soft, it was beautiful, just like Koby. Tears were now falling down your cheek and Koby brushed every drop away. He kissed you as if he was compensating for each drop of tears that fell.

More tears fell as he continued to kiss you like this. When he leaned in to kiss you again, you grabbed him with his tie and kissed him back. Your tongues meet in a slow caress of heat. You pulled back, taking in a deep breath.

Koby whispered, "I will decide what's enough for me. You're enough. You're enough."

"Koby," you whispered feeling like everything stopped. Your thoughts, and your insecurities, are not gone but not crawling on your skin either. "Koby," you whispered his name again.

His eyes told you that he understood. He understands everything you mean. Letting your tears fall for a final time, you bring him closer to kiss you again.

You push him to the bed, straddling him as you both continue to kiss. "Koby," you whine as you take off his everything. From the stupid handsome black suit he wore to his boxers. All ended up on the floor. Your red dress, bra, and panties are included.

Your lips were latched to his, your tongue sloppy in technique but it didn't matter. Not with him. Never with him. His hands were in your hair as you kept kissing him. Your hands on his cheeks, caressing it, holding it in place.

His legs were spread for you, to make space for you. You pulled away, letting your gaze fall onto his pink cunt and his twitching cocklet. "You're so pretty," you whispered, your hand goes there, your fingers dipping into his wet slit but just a centimeter in. You hear his breath hitch.

"You're stunning," Koby whispered back. You felt yourself smile at the compliment. You pressed a kiss to his jaw before letting your fingers glide in. His walls stretch for your digits.

The hold he had on your head tightened. "Relax," you whispered to his ear, biting his earlobe. Your fingers go in deeper. Feeling his gummy walls, every crook and nook of it. Before you begin pressed into the spongy spot that made him gasp.

You grin when you feel his walls twitch around your fingers. You pressed kisses to his neck and collarbone. "As much as I would love for you cum on my fingers, love, can I fuck my pussy against you?" You asked him. His face was buried into the space between your neck and shoulder. He nods. You hear him say, "Please."

Both of you get into the position quickly enough, instead of him it is you on top. You let out a moan when your pussy finally got the attention it deserved. Your juices and his were now mixing as you slowly grind against his cunt.

His hands were on your waist, his eyes wide with pleasure as you rut against his pussy. You let out soft moans, your head resting on his shoulder. His face was buried into your neck. You were wrapped in each other.

The grinding was slow, it wasn't sex for either of you. It was more. It was everything that words couldn't describe. "Koby," you whine as you felt your clit rub against his cocklet, your fold clenching against his fluttering cunt. You both were making a mess of the sheets with your juices.

"Koby, Koby, Koby," you moan his name like a mantra as you feel yourself get nearer. You started going faster. Only for Koby to stop with his hand tightening on your waist. "Don't," he whispered, "Go slow, sweetheart. For me."

You wanted to argue. You wanted to be a brat. You wanted to cum. Instead, you take in deep breaths, letting the pleasure fade before you go again.

How many minutes had passed? Perhaps it was hours. You both were sweaty, still in the same position. You knew the sheets were soaked. You could scent the salt of sweat and the tang of sex in the air. You feel the slide against his cunt getting sloppier each second.

No words were spoken as you continued to edge each other like this, so close yet not falling. Only breathless moans could be heard.

Soon again you felt yourself on the familiar cliff of pleasure, so close to the edge. You pant against his neck. "Koby, can I? Can we? Please," you whispered, your voice raspy from the moaning, too out of it. You felt dizzy from the fog of bliss. You didn't have to wait for Koby to agree. He moved his hip in a way that felt just right. His cocklet pressed against your clit, both of your slits leaking juices onto each other folds.

You felt yourself released. You couldn't even moan from the pleasure. You were out of it now. Your mind is silent and your body is satisfied.

The last thing you felt before closing your eyes is Koby kissing your forehead.

This wasn't supposed to have (the hint of) plot but I blame Taylor Swift for it <33

[m0rkl]

The People We Become || Reverse Portal AU || Grunkles and The Kids

If you've noticed that I barely talk about Mabel and Dipper you're absolutely right sdfghjk sorry I'm far too interested in the Old Men but I really should talk about their different thoughts and feelings about Ford, Fidds and Stan

The Three Grunkles and The Kids

The arrival in Gravity Falls for the summer is a little different than in canon. The kids are actually really excited to meet Ford since he wrote their favorite book series. But because of this, they've built up an image of him, the way kids often do, and there was no way Ford would ever perfectly live up to it. Its the same with Gravity Falls, the town. The kids are excited, dreaming up cool summer adventures in the mysterious town their mysterious great uncle is from. But once again, few things can actually live up to the grandiose dreams tweens looking to distract themselves over the summer.

Mabel:

With Ford, she's excited to get to know her super cool great uncle who wrote their favorite book series, but it ends up being a little bit of a let down. Not that Ford is bad, but she definitely put him on a pedestal in her mind as some epic adventurer who befriends unicorns and goes on fairytale like adventures. He ends up being a little too scientific and blunt for her.

As the summer goes on, they do bond a lot. She sees him for the excited and curious scientist he always has been and they go on their own duo little adventures.(I also have the headcanon that when Mabel gets older she realizes she's aromantic so she and Ford bond over that)

Mabel gets along GREAT with Fiddleford. They decorate his inventions together and he always lets her make design suggestions even if the have... interesting outcomes. Fiddleford is a lot more emotionally away that Ford often is and he handles her various moods well. They sing silly songs together and dance while Fiddleford plays the banjo. She was a little weirded out by him at first, but quickly grew fond of his weirdness.

Mabel and Fiddleford join forces when both Ford and Dipper have gone too long without a shower. It's a deadly combo of Fidds' "Instant Shower Gun" and Mabel's "Body Wash Water Balloon Slinger With Glitter". It's a mess but at least they don't STINK

When Stan arrives, Mabel is a bit scared of him. He's a big intimidating man with weapons and scars. She tries to act like her normal, friendly and excitable self, but she can't help but come off as a little wary. Stan takes notice of it immediately and does his best to come off as gentle and friendly as he can manage. When that inevitably back fires, Mabel takes notice and understands that he's trying, so she starts doing her part to understand him a little better as well.

As they start to bind, Stab tells her stories, gives her piggyback rides and lets her braid his hair. Eventually Mabel sees Stan for the softie he is

Dipper

Dipper goes in with some very grandiose ideas of what S. F. Pines, the author of his favorite series and their mysterious great uncle, is like. He has a lot of expectations that Ford sometimes meets, but often falls short of. Still, he has high hopes for following in Ford's footsteps and learning from him as both a writer and investigative researcher. Dipper still has his same fascination with Gravity Falls's weirdness, but in addition to that, he also is trying to understand the mystery of Ford's stories.

Aside from more serious and traumatic things like Bill or the portal, Ford doesn't hide much from Dipper and gives him a lot of blunt truths. And while Dipper tries to act like it doesn't hurt him, sometimes Ford's directness makes him self conscious. Dipper very desperately wants to impress Ford and tries to mimic him or study what he does

Fiddleford, on the other hand, is a different matter. He won't say it, but he thinks Fidds is a bit if a crazy old man. Because even I'd he's not the same 'old man McGucket' Fidds is rather eccentric, even for a genius inventor. Fidds gets a lot of tween eye rolls and groans from Dipper.

However, he does get to see a more serious side to Fiddleford later on and they gain more of an understanding of each other. Fiddleford gives him a little bit of space and Dipper laughs a little more at his weird hillbilly sayings.

Of course, this all gets dropped on its head when the truth is revealed about the Portal Incident

Dipper is overzealous and amazed when Stan arrives. To him, Stan is a comic book action hero. He's grizzly and strong and fights bad guys. Doesn't he? Once again, the kid builds up expectations that people can't reach. He's more forgiving with Stan about it at first, since he's been through this with Ford, but when Stan starts to really show how rough his life has been, it does scare Dipper a little.

Stan is very traumatized and doesn't know how to act towards kids, especially not his own family members. This version of Stan is very quick to push people out and Dipper doesn't reach out much either. It takes him seeing Mabel get closer to Stan for him to start opening up to him as well

And yeah, these dynamics change when the Portal Incident is revealed and Stan returns.

Portal Incident Reveal

Dipper shifts to siding solely with Ford and completely turning away from Fiddleford. He thinks Fidds is practically a village for erasing Ford's memory. He hears Ford call Fidds selfish and starts to take that into his own head, viewing Fidds' need to save Ford as a selfish need.

Mabel, on the other hand, goes to comfort Fiddleford because even though she knows what he did was wrong, she still cares about him and sees how upset he is. She asks him a lot about why he did it and gets to hear his side of how much the portal incident wrecked Ford when it happened. She hears about how desperate and scared he was. Then Fidds tells her how often he used the memory gun on himself to get rid of his pain. It was wrong, but it was the only think he could think to do. He had no support from anyone else and had to rely on what he knew.

Fiddleford stresses that he erased Ford's memory to save him and the world. He did it out of love and fear of everything going wrong. And he got 30 years of things being better. And Mabel understands. She thinks if she could hit a button and save her parents marriage or make it be summer forever, it would be almost impossible to say no. So while she doesn't think Fiddleford did the right thing, she knows that in his shoes, she likely would have done the same

When these sides come up between Mabel and Dipper, Dipper argues that he would never ever forgive anyone for dooming Mabel like Fidds doomed Stan and he would do anything to save her.

Mabel tells him, that's the point. Ford would have torn of the world and doomed himself to save his brother. Fiddleford couldn't stand the thought of losing Ford because he loves him.

Then Dipper asks if, in that situation, Mabel would be okay with having her memories erased. She tells him, of course not, but she would understand why it was done.

They don't come to an agreement for a while and it causes a lot of tension, but eventually Stan talks to Fids and Ford. While they don't get back together yet, they come to an understanding and sit the kids down for a long talk

It ends up being about the complications of relationships and how to communicate with someone who hurt you. Its just complicated all around

[skele-bunny]

If you feel up for it, and absolutely no pressure, mayhaps we get a little hurt/comfort fic based on the sex as self harm thing you posted? 🫶

Depollute Me. (CW) Swiss/Dewdrop

CW - Attempted Sex as Self Harm

Tags: Safe word usage, mention of vague past assault, mention of past self injurious behavior, implied asexual spectrum Swiss & Dewdrop, hurt/comfort.

Characters: Swiss, Dewdrop, Misc Referenced.

(No beta we die like men. Banner by @/wrathofrats . Not my best work but I still like it! Referenced post)

Sometimes, it felt like a mirror was a false resemblance to reality.

Swiss stared at himself in the mirror, fingers touching under his eye and down his cheek, gut twisting in an uncomfortable realization of how bad his eye bags had gotten. The further his eyes trailed down, the more he began to grimace. Hickies and bites, scratches showing their ends from his back. Swiss sighed and tossed his towel down, only to hesitate as a knock came from his bedroom door.

Regaining the item back around his waist, the multi ghoul stepped out from the bathroom and to the main door, opening it and seeing Dewdrop standing at the crease.

“Hey! Oh, I'm sorry, are you busy?”

“Was gonna be, but I can wait a bit more, what's up?” Swiss tilted his head, opening the door more to allow the shorter fire ghoul in.

Dew sat himself on Swiss’ bed, showing a small stack of papers in his hand. “Cardinal wanted me to go over these with you. It's for Year Zero, he altered a part so you'll be able to play as well.”

Leaning over to look down as Dewdrop showed the music sheets, taking one and looking over the notes. “He's serious about wanting me to play as many parts as possible, isn't he?”

“He sees talent in you.” Dew shrugged. “I think you'll do great at it, personally. Cumulus is getting a part as well, he'll be incorporating more harmonies too. It's… Definitely a change from our previous Papa.”

Swiss chuckled, handing the part over. “Well, thank you. I can take a look at em’ when I'm finished.”

“Copia only really said to take a look at least before the week is over, so it doesn't have to be immediate. If you want, we could practice together and I can give you some pointers.”

A small hum followed, Swiss tilting his head as he looked down at the fire ghoul, fingers lightly brushing at his cheek—tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ear. “I'm sure you could, sparky.”

Instantly, Dew’s face heated up, lightly swatting Swiss’ hand away and clearing his throat. “Right. Well, if you have any questions you're welcome to come talk to me.”

A specific gleam in Dewdrop's eye went off, sending Swiss’ heart to his stomach but his mind reacting faster than an actual conscious thought could as he stepped forward a bit more.

Their eyes met again, Swiss' smile getting wider before his finger found Dew's face again, lifting his chin and leaning down. The pack leader sat still before reciprocating, hand lightly touching the other's chest as his back met the blankets Swiss had started to hoard on his bed. Placing his hands on Dew's abdomen, Swiss' hands went under his shirt, lifting it the farther they went up before helping him take it off.

They'd been eyeing one another for a while, Dewdrop so enraptured in the new position and something about medically healing from some type of incident. Swiss just… Didn't expect it to be so quick with him. Cirrus has made quick work of him, Cumulus even following. Aether had been following Dew like a lost puppy, so their eyes haven't even met yet, Mountain not even talking much to anyone.

But Dew?

He knew there was always a second reason for seeing him, Swiss had experienced that all his life even in the pits. A trade turned to bed, an offering turned to touches, and a favor for a favor.

Dewdrop’s whine brought Swiss back to his reality, tongue grazing up his scared stomach and chest to a nipple. Both hands fondling his breasts before taking the pink bud in his mouth. His towel was kicked off, leaning up a bit more and letting his length touch Dew's inner thigh still covered by his pants.

The fabric was removed quickly from the realization, the fire ghoul left only in his boxers and staring up with a small hint of uncertainty the longer he stared at Swiss’ face. Sure, he was smiling, excited. But…

“Stop-”

Swiss' hands stopped at the band of Dew's boxers, looking surprised as he sat up, shaking a bit and trying to catch his breath. “Stop.” He repeated.

“Are you okay?”

“I should be asking you that.”

Tilting his head a bit more at the confusion, Dew reached forwards and cupped the other ghoul’s hands. Shaking. Swiss was shaking, ears flat, and slowly meeting heterochromic eyes that held worry.

“I'm sorry. Think I'm just cold, keep holding my hands and I'll warm up for you, sparky—” Swiss started with a wider smile, nose scrunched as he laughed a bit before he was cut off.

“No, I don't want to do anything with you.”

Swiss stopped his smile, now bursting with anxiety. “Did I do something wrong? I didn't mean to upset you if I did. Honestly I didn't mean to.”

“You didn't do anything but I'm not…” Dew trailed off, sighing. “I didn't come here to have sex with you and it was my mistake for letting it happen. I- I haven't even started my courting gift for you. I don't want our first time to be like this together. Especially if you're scared as well.”

In an instant, Swiss’ shoulders dropped, eyebrows pinched. “You didn't… Want to?”

“No… I want to! In the future, that is! But it's too fast, we haven't known each other for that long and… Swiss?” Dew's touch moved to his cheek, wiping tears that Swiss hadn't realized began to start. “Swiss…?”

“I thought you—” Swiss choked on a sob. “I thought that's what you actually came here for, and you want to court me? Court me?”

The multi ghoul exhaled sharply, hands going to his hair and pushing back braids as he continued to cry, finding himself being leaned into Dewdrop's hold. It was a change of demeanor Dew hadn't seen on the other, a certain amount of vulnerability, let alone cry. Arms holding around his head, stroking down his neck and continuing to wipe tears as he let Swiss release whatever he needed.

From holding to laying down, Swiss' arm stayed laid over his eyes, other hand gripping onto his— mate’s? Partner? Friend’s hand.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Dew mumbled, looking over and seeing Swiss’ chest rise and fall with a sigh.

A shrug followed, arm hitting the bed again. “I'm sorry about that. I don't like crying in front of others.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Well, I just am. I guess… I don't know. It's weird feeling like I'm not wanted.”

Dew sat up instantly, ears flat. “You are wanted!”

“No, not like that— Cute, though. I appreciate it. But not… wanted.”

The fire ghoul went silent again, watching Swiss turn to meet his eyes, still glossy and irritated from his previous sobs. “It feels like a guard went down when you told me. That I didn't have to place an act on to make you happy, and… I don't know. I really, honest to fuck, don't know how to describe it.”

More silence continued before finally a response, “Like you have a choice?”

“Hell of a way to put it, but, yeah. Like I have a choice.”

Dew’s tail flicked, small ruffles following from the remaining fins he had. “I know that way too well. I won't get all psychoanalysis on you but I think you're starting to feel safe, Swiss. You didn't have a choice down there, but up here you do. You have people that vocalize that, and it's not one sided. It took me a while to feel my own comfort, even after so long sometimes I still flinch or just plain out don't want anything to do with intimacy—but knowing that voice in the back of my head telling me I have a choice? That's safety and vulnerability.” Dew squeezed his hand. "You will always have a choice.”

“Always?” Swiss’ voice cracked, watching as Dew got closer to hug him, hiding their face into his collar bone.

“Always.” His thumb caressed over his knuckles. “And you don't have to keep hurting yourself thinking you don't.”

If Swiss continued to cry for another hour, no one would have to know that. No one had to know that he still felt safe as he still laid nude, with Dew on top of him, clinging like there was no tomorrow. And it was just simply a coincidence the next week they had exchanged gifts at the same time, and that night, Swiss made his own choice.

[snaky1ello]

Oooh! The corruption scar idea is so cool!!!! Do you have more stuff about that HC?

OH DO IIIIIIIII!!!!!

First off starting with the fact of rivendells beauty standards to start this off, so pale smooth skin to start us off with. Same with freckles. But basically, it’s similar to the Victorian beauty standards, but for both men and women. This is pushed heavily by almost everyone in Rivendell. Because of these high beauty standards Xornoth is like pretty self conscious when it comes to how they are presented.

Like how they had freckles growing up,that magenta hair (in Rivendell I see it as mostly silvers,grays,and lighter blues is the more natural hair color.) similar to how ginger hair is seen in social norms. Like how genes work it possible for someone generations down to have ginger hair even if no know they know of in there family has ginger hair.

That’s how xornoth basically gets magenta hair, through past generations genetics.

Then scars and imperfections as also a big one, unless you are a years old soldier. It’s looked very down upon, and just like everything else Xornoth had little liters of scars. (Mostly from just being clumsy)

NOW STARTING ON THE ACTUAL TALK OF SCARS

Xornoths scars specifically when it comes to how it happened, is from new and old scars.

Xornoths scars act like corruption, basically spreading and eating away at the thing it’s latched onto. Unlike other stuff Xornoth is not affected by that “eating away” part bc of exors magic basically.

The original scars had turned that black concentrated corruption color, and through the years the original scars get bigger (not to much worse tho). That’s why Xornoths arms and almost entirely black with that concentrated corruption.

It also had created new scars to when he had become corrupted in the first place. Those ones are the ones by his face,neck,back,torso,and majority on legs. Saying this to put it into perspective.

Think of it like you got a new scar sure it’s like healed for the most part and is like a red-ish color. Now think of it years ahead of time, it mostly turns a different shade either white,your skin color or a shade of brown/red but could change from original color.

That is basically how Xornoths scars work as well, the corruption forcibly cracks their skin making a purpley red color, now in a year or two it will turn a gray or black. And sometimes if it’s cracked enough, it will still show the original coloration of the scar.

This had also happened for Xornoths little demon tail and those horns. They ripped through the surface layer of the skin, made from corruption. And blackened with times. Also like I said earlier, those little cracks running down the horns and the tail. Are not just for character design.

Those are from the corruption splitting.

Oh, did i forget to mention that all this is extremely painful for xornoth to endure? Anyways-

Now onto more present tense, even with Xornoth hatting Rivendell with all their might. They can’t seem to push out the standards they were put to all their life. This is why they either have that metal mask, or just don’t show their face. And the fact that they cover up so much.

Good thing though is the fact that I see joeys empire as one that is maybe all to confident to their own good. Like scars for example, it’s seen as a thing of strength. For that you have faced many battles, and you are not scared of getting hurt. And basically has the complete opposite of beauty standards from Riverdell.

So at least Xornoths got Joey :). 

This was SUPPOSED to be a quick ask but I yap so mb 😭

 

[delirious-donna]

Donnaaaaaa………just thinking about kissing HQ men like Akaashi, Ushijima, n Kags :<

what kind of kissers would you consider them? where do you think they prefer to kiss you? hehe

Hey Gray!! Mm, soft kisses are on my mind today so this was a lovely ask! <3

Akaashi Keiji

He is a patient kisser. Akaashi wants you absolutely desperate for him, for his lips. The man is calculated and precise, brushing his lips at the shell of your ear and planting kisses to the inside of your wrist. Anything that will make your heart flutter just for him. Personally, I don’t think he always wants to drive the kiss and is happy to let you lead, he might even let out a moan if you push your tongue over his teeth… 🤭

Given that he is a clever man, forever strategising, this does mean that sometimes he can get lost in it. Where does he kiss first once he has you beneath him? Your chest, the sweet crook of your neck, your swollen lips (either set 😏)? Give him direction because he works well with it. Every part of you is his favourite part so please tell him where you want his mouth and he’ll worship you as you deserve.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

He’s a stoic man, there’s no getting past that, but he loves deeply. Honestly? I think he would be a very passionate kisser. He isn’t into PDA but in the sanctity of your home he is known to pull you onto his lap when his kisses deepen. Ushijima doesn’t know how to feel only on a surface level, he is an all or nothing man imo, and you are his everything. If he wants to kiss you then it’s going to be deep nearly every single time.

As for where he likes to kiss you? Your lips, of course. He’s traditional like that, and you fit so perfectly against him. But when I say your lips, that is not neglecting the set between your legs… he is a ravenous man when it comes to eating pussy, and can become drunk on your arousal insanely easily. For someone that doesn’t emote outwardly very often, he sure does smile real wide and lopsided when his chin and mouth are glossy and slick.

Kageyama Tobio

Surprisingly tender? He just craves that reassurances that sometimes he can only get from you. For someone so talented and skilled in his profession, he can be self-conscious in his personal life. It took him an age to find the nerve to ask you out, and now that he has you in his life, he never wants to lose you. Kisses are a way of grounding him when his mind is hectic and he savours those moments when he can pull you close and taste you.

The crook of your neck is his second home. Kageyama will spend so long buried into the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder. He loves to inhale your scent mingled with the dabs of your perfume. His lips skate over your collarbone and settle against the rhythmic pulse in your neck. He loves to feel your fingers card through his hair and if you’re draped over his lap then he’s not easily going to be moved. He has all the time in the world so why not indulge until you’re begging for more?

[hey-august]

There’s a secret third wolf in the „fit and toned confident Buggy“ vs „self conscious Dadbod Buggy“ and it’s „Actually confident in himself Dadbod Buggy“ Who’s keenly aware that people are into men with a little more cushioning. Hell, he doesn’t quite get it himself but he will walk around in a sleeveless undershirt on board and make sure you are near when he stretches, so you get to see just a little bit of Happy Trail. He will come up to you from behind when you’re out stargazing, „innocently“ lean over your shoulder and press his body against you as he gestures to a star in the distance „See that one there? That one’s Orions Belt.“ only to turn around and walk into his chambers, whistling while you’re still reeling from too much soft against your body and too much whispering in your ear and to much BUGGY for your senses to handle. (When you look back it wasn’t even fucking Orion’s Belt and you’re not sure if he’s flirting or just overestimating his astronomical knowledge)

Thank you for this, anon! 😭🩷 Immediately after I posted I thought about confident dadbod Buggy and here you come with a whole entire vision of his beauty 🫠

That version deserves his own post because GODDAMN isn't he special. He'd probably also be the 3rd charismatic wolf. Buggy's putting in the effort to woo but he doesn't always get it. What even is it?

Why do you react that way when he wears an open shirt? Or when he's shirtless and his gut hangs over just a tad?

Whatever the reason, he's using it against you. And the worst part is how wildly flustered he gets you.

Sometimes Buggy will pull you onto his lap and those thick thighs are sooo comfortable. He'll pull you in until you're squished against his body and why is it so cozy but also a turn on? 🥴

Even worse (better) when he's wearing an open shirt or vest and there's the extra heat from his bare skin and the little touches of his body hair as you get settled against him.

I just....I can't anymore. 😫😫 Dadbod buggy brainrot, here we come

[brotherwtf]

hellooo, hope ur well :)) if u put john & gale in a modern au, as in they’re here now, do you think there would be any changes to their dynamic or like maybe even their own personalities??

I'm doing very well anon!

i think they'd be very different in the modern world. Gay marriage is legal in the states and no one really bats an eye at queer couples showing affection any more (they're allowed to do it in public more than they were in the 40s) so I think that would make the dynamic different.

John would still be very loud about his affection for Gale, he'll hold hands with him all of the time, kiss his hair while they're waiting in line for anything, and laugh loudly at anything Buck says while they're in public. He'd basically wax poetic about his husband to anyone who will listen, Gale has become sort of a micro celebrity at John's work because of how much he talks about him. Every time he comes to pick up John, all of his coworkers will say hi to him and ask him how he's doing. It makes Gale smile that John is so forthcoming about his affections. John will follow Gale around like a puppy and gets excited when Gale gets excited about something, he just loves seeing Gale happy.

Gale would probably be a little more willing to allow John to shower him in love and probably shows it a little more, too. He allows John to take his hand in public (most of the time, sometimes he gets self conscious). He'll let John take him to couples events and absolutely drown himself in John's wide smile the entire time. He also talks about his husband any chance he can get, the animal shelter knows so much about John it's like he comes every time with Gale. Gale will kiss his cheek every time he comes to get John from work and doesn't care who sees them. He gets so excited to talk about his husband, any time he meets someone named John he'll beam and say "My husband's name is John!" and go on a tangent about something that he's done

Gale is very comfortable with his sexuality, he has been for a long time. I think in a modern au Marge wouldn't necessarily have been a love interest, maybe Gale only thought he was in love with her because of how jealous he was of her, or how pretty she was. He eventually realizes it's because he wants to be just like her, desired by men and able to love them so openly. Marge is definitely Gales best friend, a twink and his supermodel best friend are basically inseparable.

John is more conflicted about his sexuality than Gale is. He didn't really grow up knowing about such terms and words, so felt like he was "broken" when he liked boys the same way he liked girls. Only when he met Gale and Marge in his adult life did he learn the idea of being bisexual and liking all genders. It takes him a while to allow that to become his identity, but he eventually wears it with pride.

I'm actually welling up at the thought of them going to pride together, wrapped in pride flags and being so unafraid of showing their love.

geez I just love writing about them so much. every time I get to write about how domestic they are my heart actually fucking soars. thanks for the ask!

[mangledscrimp]

HAII GUYSSS,, HERE’S THE REFS FOR HERSHEL TEEN AND RANDALL TEEN DIABOLICAL YURI!!! Wahhh

I know not everyone will like them, but I like them and that’s really all that matters tbh. !!

First with Hershel!

Writing out the bullet points so it’s easier to read!

•She isn’t that interested in archeology but her dad encourages it since he has a fond for it as well! Roland loved to adventure in his prime and he wants Hershel to experience something like that as well.

•She has pcos. Ok guys, listen to me okay…she’s..she’s literally me..okay..?,,,I gave her pcos because I wanna feel a better about myself okay..okay…and that I think it would add more to her character okay bye

•Fond of puzzles because of her father and friends. Randall is quite the encourager when it comes to puzzles, especially with Hershel. Hershel has grown to like solving puzzles the more she bonds with her dad and Randall.

•Going to the library with Randall. Hershel enjoys when Randall brings her along for library trips and shows her the cool archeological text books. Though she still finds it a bit strange since Angela and Alphonse tend to find it weird how Randall usually just wants to hang out more with her instead of them. But, she tends to overlook that and continue to have fun with Randall! Even when it’s just reading a book or two!

•Going by the Sapphic label. She has the need to feel like she should be attracted to men as well at her age, but she doesn’t really have that wired very well in her brain. Her mother suggests she should allow herself to be open to roughly anything that comes her way.

not in the picture but, Hershel’s nationality is Barbadian/Bajan and puerto rican lolllll bc I felt like it tehe (though, Hershel would call herself Barbadian because she doesn’t live in Barbados)

,, Also not in the picture but she is 17years old!!

•Notes;

-Her design changed a lot through development, at first I wanted her hair to be how it is normally, a small but long poofy hair, but I think the hair as a small fro is a good call back to Hersh teen original design

-Another example would be me trying to figure out what color her vest should be, eventually I got it down to be blue vest with a red tie, but in the beginning I was debating on keeping the original color pallet

Now with Randall!!

I feel like u guys might hate me for this one but..ehhhhh,,,i don’t really give a fart…

yeahg this ref is like. huge huge. okay. be nice…

As always, writing out bullet points and explaining some,

•Her glass lenses are fake, she tries to look like her dad most of the time since he’s a very known archeologist in this au. Though he was lost very long ago, when Randall was about 5 years old. He was also with Angela’s brother but, that’s another story!

•The two “mom makes her shave” bullets. Rosa, Randall’s mother, is quite the horrible woman. Randall started to develop facial hair that looked similar to her father when puberty hit, so she made her shave so Randall wouldn’t look like the man that left their family for his archeological studies. Even though that wasn’t his choice. Randall quite likes her facial hair but when her mom nags her about it, she’ll feel self conscious. This is why she wears her bandana! Though, as it says in the photo, Her mom lets her keep her hair sometimes if it’s not as noticeable.

•Randall is Mexican!! I really like the mexican hispanic randall headcanon, it’s my favorite, so I wanted to give it to Randyyy in this au!!

•Purses archeology to be more like her dad. Randall does this mostly in secret with Hershel in the library. Her mother wouldn’t want her taking the same path as her father so she does it with Hershel because she know Hershel wouldn’t disclose that to her mother.

•Randall is a closeted lesbian. Ohhhh she’s like. Deep in a glass closet, all of her friends know but they don’t want to tell her that they know. Her mom doesn’t know since Randall is so afraid to tell her mom about what she and Hershel do and she’s afraid to invite Hershel over to her home because she fears that Hershel would tell her mother the things that they do together (archeology reading time in the library)

•She’s quite awkward since Hershel arrived in stansbury and started attending school. Angela and Alphonse noticed it pretty quickly. Randall would usually have her jacket on with the buttons up, with only two left off of course, but that really started to change the more she got comfortable with Hershel around.

•She also has. pcos. OKAY HEAR ME OUT IN THIS ONE OKAY GUYS :< ,, she has pcos and a condition that can come with pcos called Hirsutism !! Hirsutism is excessive hair growth in certain areas like the chest, arms, legs and face! Randall has hair a lot in those places, she doesn’t shave anywhere but her face. She just doesn’t find the appeal to it!

•Yes..Jade Harley is an inspiration to..her..don’t ask me why..I don’t even homestuck, it’s just for hair anyways lolsss

not in the picture,, Randall is 17 years old tehe

Here’s some outfit stuff for toggles and other things lallaaaaaa, also! The stripe on her shirt would go around fully, not just the front.

ALSO!! Oh my god when making Randy ref and finishing someone,,, definitely not any spherical wizard of sorts,, said that it looked like Randall’s wall that he put all his ideas and stuff on with all the doodles on Randall’s ref page and I was just. Wow. entirely correct. So I did this;

i’m going to DIEEEE after posting this oh my god

i was laughibggghhh my ass off making that. I’m fully convinced that Randall would draw in that yuri art style and still not think she’s a lesbian.

Angela so real for that honestly like how are they not. Also alphonse shirt..happy puppy…Henry don’t gaf.