#please I'm desperate for content crumbs

[wizardlycoco]

Did you know that the new default Minecraft skins Efe and Makena get paired weirdly often in promo stuff like they are ALWAYS together, other characters have repetitive pairings too but it's always more random, no other pairing repeats as much as Efe and Makena. Why is that? Are they gay? Do they kiss?? Do they love each other?? Do their periods sync up?? Worst part is that I'm the only person that has noticed this THERE'S NO CONTENT AT ALL OF THESE TOO. HELL THERE'S ALMOST NO CONTENT AT ALL OF THE MINECRAFT DEFAULT SKINS AND THEY HAVE SO MUCH CHARACTER IT'S UNFAIR...

Please if anybody reads this I need you to join me, join the Minecraft default skins fandom, currently it's only me, I'm also the only Makefe shipper on this earth

MAKEFE

DID YOU READ THAT?? I MADE THEM A SHIP NAME LIKE CMON DOESN'T IT SOUNDS PERFECT

LIKE??? THIS IS OFICIAL MINECRAFT ART BTW UPLOADED IN THE OFFICIAL ACCOUNT

I EVEN MADE A EDIT LOOK

I'm so so desperate for even a crumb of content I have to make my own please

🔥MAKEFE🔥

[nxmvzo]

[37 EP - "Thus Spoken 37" | Reverse: 1999]

"37 EP" ALL I SEE IS VERNETTO CRUMBS

Top student and troublemaker WE ARE BACK!!

Vertin back at it again with her book walls

SLEEPING VERTIN!!! (AND LILYA??)

Not letting y'all forget about this (I'm sorry) (maybe)

"Soul numbers" AND VERTIN'S 0

[pandora15]

i really miss obi-wan right now

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three's a Crowd 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Abnesti, Steve Rogers, Steve Kemp

Summary: You’re offered a deal without all the details.

Note: happy friday

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your eyes stray to the table of cookies again. In the rush of days, blending together with back to back shifts and disparate hours of sleep, you lost track of yourself. When you finally thought to eat, you found an empty cupboard and just as desolate bank account. Rent, electricity, all that ate away at your already leaking reservoir.

Your stomach grumbles and you clasp your hands together, pushing on your middle to ease the clenching. You're so hungry you can barely focus on Caroline. You blink and make yourself listen. You don't want to be disrespectful.

If Kelsey is on shift tonight, she'll let you snag a bag of fries at least. Not the best meal, but something.

You feel weak the more you think about food. A bit dizzy. As you push your shoulders back, your eyes meet another pair. Steve smiles at you from behind his square glasses. You rock and give a sheepish grin.

You do your best to stay alert. You have a half-shift after this and you're not sure how you'll get through. You should have skipped today.

When at last the session lets out, you hurry to join the line, checking your phone for the time. You don't want to miss the bus.

"Working after?" Steve startles you as you shuffle up the table and reach for a cookie. The white macadamia are your favourite. You keep from scarfing it down as you so desperately want to.

"Um, yes," you reply.

"Bus?" He takes a cookie and bites into it with a hum. You're salivating.

"Yeah," you cough. "I should go catch it."

You wrap your cookie in a napkin and step out of queue. He follows.

"Would you like a ride?" He offers.

You nearly trip, "oh no, I couldn't. That's so kind though."

"I don't mind." He drawls. "You work a lot?"

"I guess. But really, you don't have to--"

"You look as if you might fall asleep on the bus," he muses.

"Oh, no, I'm... fine."

"Well, I do hate to keep you then but I hoped to speak with you about something."

"Me?" You utter in surprise.

"Yes, well, we all know each other here. I just thought... well, we all seem rather lonely, don't we?"

"Sure, uh," you look down at the cookie then him. "Alright, I'll take the ride. Can I give you some change for gas."

"Please, don't you even fret," he waves you off.

He follows you to the door and holds it open. You go ahead of him and nibble on the cookie, unable to resist anymore. He points you across the lot to the same car he drove past your window. The memory makes you cringe.

You stop outside the passenger door and chew furiously. He climbs in the other side, "coming?"

"I don't want to get crumbs in your car."

"No worry, please. It's cold."

You look down at your sweater. You're shivering. You're not so much used to the bluster as done fighting it. You cover the cookie and put it in your pocket. You dust off your chest and hands before you get in.

He turns the engine as you buckle your seat belt. A smooth hum rolls through the car. It's so nice you feel as if you might mess it up just by looking.

"Um, so," you begin as he backs out. "What did you want to talk about? I hope... when I asked about your wife, I didn't mean to upset you."

"Oh no, that's what these meetings are, right? We're supposed to talk about all that." He steers and glances over at you. "I appreciated you asking. You're a really sweet girl, you know that?"

'Sweet girl.' The way he says it makes you feel even small. That and how big he is. "Thanks, Steve..."

"I was only thinking. About you," he keeps one hand on the wheel as he leans his other elbow on the arm rest. "Working in that window. Two jobs, you said?"

"Yeah, one's only part-time."

"Still a lot." He remarks.

"But er, well, it's not... you don't need to worry about it."

"I do," he insists.

"Why, uh, well, we don't really know each other." You say as you peer put the window, your words sending a chill through you. You don't know much about Steve and you're in his car.

"I know you work hard. I know things have changed a lot for you since your grandmother passed. And you know how I understand that. That I'm going through the same..."

"Yeah, everyone in the group, I guess, um," you babble dumbly.

"I was only thinking... well, you lost more than your grandmother. You lost a whole life. You've had to adapt a lot more than the rest of us." He pauses and your stomach growls loudly. You wince. "Is that cookie all you've had?"

You shrug, "Steve, I hope... I hope you don't think I'm that helpless."

"Helpless, no, but we could all use help from time to time." He slows as he rolls into the lot of the fast food restaurant. The ride was a lot quicker than the bus. "Which is what I'm offering. Help."

"Ah, oh," you sink. "Is it that obvious?"

"You had a nice wool coat a month ago. You didn't have to fight to stay awake. You... spoke a lot more--"

"Right," you sniff. "It's nice of you to offer but I gotta learn to do things on my own now."

"Do you?" He angles in his seat. "Sweetie, it's no big deal."

"It is to me. I don't even know-- what is it? A job? You know I don't have a degree."

"Mmm, no," he pokes the tip of his tongue out and looks away. "Not a job, but... it isn't safe for you to be taking the bus so late. And definitely not good to be sitting in that cold window for hours."

"Steve, please, you're embarrassing me."

"I... I don't mean to so I'll be honest. I lost my wife, I miss her terribly. And you lost the person who took care of you. So we could... help each other fill that void."

You squint at him then your phone. You have ten minutes. You sigh.

"I don't know--"

"I am trying to be delicate here but... there's men who pay for girls like you. They pay a lot."

"What?" Your voice cracks. "You-- I'm not a prostitute. I--" you pull on the door handle but it doesn't budge. "Let me out. I can't believe-- I never even-- how--"

"I know you haven't before. Which is what I'm saying. I'll pay to be your first--"

You turn to him and hit his arm, "that's...wrong."

"I know. I'm just so... I would make it special, sweetie."

He reaches for you and you push yourself against the car door. Your eyes prick and you swat his hand away. You're humiliated that he would even think you would do that.

"Steve," you reach into your purse and take out a handful of change. You drop it in the cupholder and turn to unlock the door. He touches your shoulder and you shrug him off as you escape. "Thanks for the ride."

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

I'm literally barking for sevika content

No, same,,,, Meanwhile, please have some crumbs while I desperately try to get this out before the second part of season 2 comes out:

[c1tr1sfl0w3rs]

'My Pretty Wife'

Hey guys! I know it's been a while I've been very busy with school stuff so I haven't had time to write but I had inspiration by a dream :) didnt edit or spell check

18+ MDNI NSFW DARK (DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE DARK CONTENT!!)

You loved being a housewife, in your pretty sundresses and aprons cooking, baking, cleaning doing your wifely duties that william expected you to do. it got lonely without him though, he was the only person you saw and without him it was just you, alone, you hate being alone. so everyday when your husband came home to you, you're kissing him and wrapped up in his big arms where you belong.

He loved the fact that you needed him, it stroked his ego and warmed his twisted heart. seeing you all pretty in the dresses he picked and bought for you, so desperate for a crumb of his affection, bombarding him with your love. "hi honey did you miss me baby?" your response is muffled into his chest but he hears every word "I always miss you daddy, I'm so lonely without you"

He breaks out into a smirk, he grabs your chin making you look into his handsome face, "I missed you more bunny" he leans into you and kisses you holding both sides of your face, making you breathless, dominating you with his mouth. he can put you into a daze with no effort, everytime he does it makes you drip onto your thighs because william won't let you wear panties under your dresses.

William was so proud how far you've come, how good he's trained you. his precious bunny, from a crying mess in his basement to his perfect pretty wife. breaking your passionate kiss seeing you as putty in his hand, he knew you were ready for the next part of his plan.

Looking into his eyes not a thought in your head. eyes you were scared of not long ago but that was now a fuzzy far away memory. you loved your husband and you would do anything to please just how he liked it.

"Bunny I wanna do something special tonight but I need to know you're ready for this, ready for me." he said moving his hands from your face to your waist. "I'm always ready for you daddy. I belong to you." your responses never fail to give him a smile as he smiles at you again, so big it's almost creepy since it was him though you found it exciting. he only smiled like that when he was gonna make you come so many times that what little you have left of your brain is gone.

"That's what I love to hear honey, I know you get lonely when I'm gone. how about daddy gives his sweet bunny a baby. do you want that sweetheart?" your heart thumping out of your chest, goosebumps erupt over your skin. a baby? you've never thought about kids but you would never be alone again and it would be your and williams baby. head racing a million miles a minute, he wanted a baby with you. he picked you as his wife and now he wants a baby, a family with you. your heart swelled with happiness. you're just as twisted as he is

After a long pause of silence you finally spoke up. "please give me your baby, please I need you daddy." the second those words left your mouth william was kissing you intensely, consuming you and turning you to mush. "I knew you were gonna be a good bunny and take my babies when I first saw you, daddy had to have you baby and I'm so glad I do. my best girl, mine who do you belong to honey?" his words combined with the fact he had now picked you up and was carrying you back to your shared bedroom made you a mess you wondered if he could feel your wetness leaking though his pants with the way your legs wrapped around him. "I belong to you daddy, only you." he places you down on the bed crawling in between your spread legs. sucking on your neck, thumbing your hard nipples through your thin dress. you whimper out a pathetic noise and he snickers then whispers in your ear "beg me to touch you slut, prove to daddy that you need me."

Your hands reach up to grab at his wrists "Ill do anything please touch me, I love it when you touch me" he moves a hand from your chest to your thighs under your skirt, tracing the letters of his name right next to where you need him to touch you. "please don't tease me please touch me."

"My needy bunny" william finally drags a finger through your slit. "baby you're making a mess" as his other hand wraps around your neck you whine pathetically.

he slips two fingers in and thrusts them in and out hitting that perfect spot every time. the louder he makes you moan and cry his name the harder it makes his dick.

"Daddys ruined you for anyone else two seconds and you're a dumb baby humping my hand." he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb and you can feel your orgasm wash over you almost painful with how good he makes you feel. he talks you through it words condescending, fingers pumping. William doesn't stop until you're crying begging him to give you a second. "I thought you could take it honey, you talk a big game for someone crying over two of my fingers. Now lick them clean"

Your mouth takes in his sticky digits, tongue lapping at them. hallowing your cheeks and sucking like you would on him with your teary eyes.

"Damn princess you make me so hard it hurts, lay back now I'm gonna fuck you so good the only thing you'll know is the word daddy." you're quick to do as he says pulling up the skirt of your dress, spreading your legs open. he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his heavy cock. So pretty long thick and leaking all for you.

He pushes into you, legs thrown over his shoulders and starts a rhythm that has you gripping the sheets.

"Oh my- oh daddy please" he moans, William loves having you like this wrapped around him. Vulnerable and the little broken pieces of your soul in his hands.

You'll never feel more pleasure then you feel right now. The power he feels from it is almost better than your sweet little cunt.

Almost, nothing could feel better than you. Soft gummy slick hole all for him. The way you flutter around him when you're about to fall apart like youre doing now. Addicting he could never get enough of you.

"I can feel that you're close honey, come on daddys dick" you come instantly, crying out as he fucks you through it. "Good girl so fucking good for daddy" He fucks you like an animal, chasing his high and overstimulating you. He finishes inside you , pressed flush against him. You feel him soften and think you are gonna sleep like this plugged by him to make sure he gets what he wants but his voice startles you out of your sleepy daze

"Silly bunny were not done yet, you're gonna suck me clean and then I'm gonna fill you with another load just to make sure you give me a baby"

AHHH I HOPE U LIKED IT!! IVE BEEN HAVING BAD BRAIN ROT SINCE I SAW THE MOVIE! Anyways sunny out 🧚‍♀️

[caffeinatedmunchkin]

wip whenever

thank you to everyone who has tagged me in things lately !! Even though I’ve been awol I really appreciate being included lol

I haven’t written much of anything in weeks, I’ve felt pretty disconnected from the process? Idk I’m not willing to call it burnout because that sounds so grave, but whenever I open my word doc all I hear is static. Sharing wips in the past has sometimes lit the match under me to continue said wip, so we’ll seeeee

from part 2 of Acts of a Penitent:

Crawling down his body to your knees, a prisoner of your eyes until he feels the tug of his zipper, and he thunders alive above you.

"No, child." Wrists snatched in knuckles blotched white and shaking. "No."

"Please." Your eyes and lips are wet. He swallows hard your single plea, and the taste of desperation splinters his austerity. "Don't forsake me, Father Brennan. I'm one of yours, aren't I?"

Eyes closed, head tipped back. The sharp jut of his adams apple bobs around his undoing as best he can stave it. "It is you who has forsaken me. You delight in my torment. You've made a mockery of my care for you, and for what? Have I not been dedicated? Have I not been good to you, my girl?"

My. My my my. The possessive. His possessive. The key slid into the lock and twists of its own accord. You sigh into his slacks, lean forward to nuzzle your cheek against his indignity. Soft and sweet, a tentative caress to shame that strains and prods harsh. Forward. Unavoidable. Inevitable.

His fingers, long and thick spider through your hair. Glide a trembling wave that seeks forgiveness from the sheen of your crown to the roots at your nape. A heavy weight on your head from a heavy palm, one you lean into with the teased neediness of a touch-starved pet. The display pulls a whimper of resignation that rumbles in all the right places. Fingers furl tight in last ditch resolve, flexing and twitching, strands snapped apart against callouses. He's powerless. God has abandoned him. He hears nothing but his zipper shearing huffed breaths. He feels nothing but the flaps of his trousers pried out of the way. His fingers squeeze against their itch until it drags a whimper from you, endearing like that of a kicked pup. They don't yank you away. Not like he needs them to, not like they should.

"Teach me?" So tender and meek. Subservience that knocks the wind out of him, has his head swimming.

He cups a palm before your mouth, unable to look at you for long. Pretty lashes and a pretty pout for him to soil, you lick your lips in a way that slams his head backward against the wall. His opened palm shakes before you.

“Spit." Rasping, dominant. Vile. You listen, you do as you’re commanded. You spit in his hand and it slices through the center of his palm in an irony that almost has him laughing mad.

Bonus wip inspired by @excited-hiss ‘s INSANE cross-over/AU idea that is fighting me so hard it’ll probably never see the light of day but I got this bit idk. I’m gonna link their amazing piece because everyone needs to read it holy fuck

Blossomed warmth that erupts in your belly, and exhales in a sigh, one small and contented. One that stretches too long and spills out from the cover of innocence. It rouses another of his crooked grins, lazy as it is knowing. A wriggle in the seat of his lap the exact tilt and pressure of fledgling need, sticky and pulsing.

A crumb dusts the corner of your pout, a speck of lemon zest swept up on his thumb. For all the force that lurks beneath his calloused palm, creaks from his knuckles, his possession splays your blushed cheek in a hold that's only tender. Plucking a flower with feather light pressure, finesse to pinch the stem cleanly. Unwilling to tear and bruise where he can sever. You wouldn't even feel it; and good thing, too, for fear and anguish sour the meat.

He want's you soft, and yearning. Pliant, even as you ache. Doe-eyed suggestive, lips parted eager. A heat that spasms in its haste to welcome, not reject. Just as you are now, gawking, as he cleans the crumb from your lip and brings it between his.

Sugar and lemon dissolves into a rumble he means as a chuckle, but it zips through you like a growl. In the hearths glow he catches sight of the stitching that weaves throughout the boning of your bodice, glints and specks of cherry-red brought to the surface at the behest of the flame. A bold choice of color for purity such as you, he muses. He scented your air upon first glance, and could smell naught but virginity prowling it's enclosure. Longing for release. Coarse furred howling in the glow of the moon. Reckless abandon born from the deliverance he can grant. You're not one of his own, but he can make one out of you.

"How did you stray so far from the path, little Red?" It's thick and stuck deep in him again, roiling in his gut that slides up his throat in a purr. "Are you one to wander?"

“I thought I heard cries. Desperate, sad." An admission then presented sheepish. Fingers knot and wring at your middle. "Those of an animal in pain."

Something of his twitches between you, goading, dizzying. A hitched breath and furrowed indiscretion, the rest of you keeps very still. His grin, once lax, then sharpens. Swells full enough to bare teeth and his smugness.

“You're all heart, then, are you?"

Tagging the usual suspects and whoever else wants to participate! Just tag me back please so I don’t miss whatever you share 😘 @aldisobey @jainydoe @emmg @xxnashiraxx @pinkberrytea @heylittleriotact

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: [Mad Love] Chapter 24 Premium Story

Chapter 24

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Why this room...!?

Alfons had pulled me into a shady room behind the tavern.

Alfons: Because if we went back to the castle, Victor or someone might...

Alfons: ...start a drinking party, saying, "Let's celebrate solving the case!" or something.

Kate: But there's no lock on this door, is there? What if someone comes in...?

Alfons: There is a lock.

Alfons nonchalantly takes a metal key with a chain from his pocket and shows it to me.

Alfons: And I've told the owner that no one can come in today.

Kate: What...!

I'm shocked to learn that he lied to me that day, saying there was no lock, after telling me the horrible lie that he let another man hold me.

Kate: You liar...!

Alfons: Hehe, the real bad liars are the ones who don't reveal the truth.

But I'm probably just as bad for being so easily swayed by his words.

In fact, I was so overwhelmed by what was about to happen that I closed my eyes,

and my heated eyes were gently stroked.

Alfons: More than that, I have to make sure I take good care of you tonight for making you wait...

Alfons: It would be troublesome if you end up falling for the wrong man with your desirable body.

Kate: D-don't lump me in with you! Alfons: That hurts. Do I look like the type to cheat? Kate: You do, very much so. Alfons: Hehe, a liar and a cheater, that's a harsh assessment. Alfons: Should you just give up on a man like this? Kate: …No. Kate: I'll make sure you have no time to cheat, I'll please you. Alfons: …… (W-what am I saying…?) (But even if I say I won't allow cheating, it won't resonate with him) (The only way is to use force…) While I was making excuses to myself in my mind, Alfons put his hand on my cheek and gently lifted it up. Alfons: You have too much talent as a toy, it worries me a little. (Alfons…?) The voice that was uttered was so sweet that it melted… the depths of my body trembled. The gaze and voice he poured on me were different from before. It was as if the sunlight I had been feeling through the curtains was now burning me directly. Kate: W-what do you mean… talent as a toy…? I've always been frustrated by the distance between us. Now, I feel so close to him that I feel like I could reach deep inside his body with my fingertips. I was happy about it, and a feeling of elation welled up from the bottom of my heart… (I feel like I'm going to lose my cool--) I couldn't help but look away. Kate: Oh, right. I bought cupcakes. (This is definitely not the time to be talking about this.) The fact that I'm bringing up such irrelevant topics probably means I'm not calm anymore. I tried desperately to regain my composure and sat down on the bed to check the contents of the paper bag, but the cupcakes I had dropped once, bag and all, were a mess. Alfons: It's an avant-garde design. Alfons sat down next to me and peeked into the bag. Kate: Um… I was hoping we could eat them together, since it's a special occasion. Alfons: It's fine. They may look like that, but they're not rotten and they didn't fall directly on the ground. Alfons: …Kate, please feed them to me. Kate: …? He whispered in my ear, lightly touching it with his lips, and my heart, which had long since lost its composure, pounded so hard that it felt like it would break.

Kate: ... Here you go...

Ignoring the burning in her ears and cheeks, she picked up a cupcake and offered it to him...

Alfons: Thank you for the food.

Her wrist was grabbed and pulled closer, her heart beating like a drum.

The cream that should have been on top was crushed, and he bit into the misshapen cupcake.

Alfons: Mmm... Oh, it's really delicious.

Kate: Is that so...?

(Alfons, you take big bites...)

The small cupcake was quickly devoured in two or three bites, and now only crumbs remained.

Kate: Ah...

He licked off even the remaining cream with the tip of his tongue, and I couldn't help but let out a sound.

Kate: Ah, Alfons...

Alfons: Since you were kind enough to buy it for me... I have to eat it all, without leaving anything behind.

Alfons narrowed his eyes as if enjoying my reaction...

He put my fingertips, which should have been clean, in his mouth and ran his tongue over them.

Kate: Nn... Ah...

He traced the spaces between my fingers, my palm, the thin skin on the inside of my wrist, and my body trembled sweetly.

Even so, the reason I let him do as he pleases is...

Because I'm already hoping for more.

Alfons: It was delicious. Thank you for the food.

Alfons: Ah... I wanted to eat it "together," but I ended up eating it all by myself.

Alfons: There should be one more left in the bag... Would you like to have it too, Kate?

I glared at him for asking such a question when he had put me in a state where I couldn't refuse, and his smile deepened with amusement.

(I'm frustrated...)

But there's nothing I can do about it, since what I want more than a cupcake is right there in front of me.

Kate: ...Mine... can wait until tomorrow morning.

Alfons: Let's hope it's ready before what one might call morning, shall we?

He flashed a mischievous grin, then scooped me up and dove onto the bed.

The creaking of the bedsprings gradually subsided, replaced by the sound of ragged breathing filling the room.

While kissing each other passionately, we reached out our hands to take off each other's clothes.

Alfons: You're not embarrassed today, are you?

Alfons: The first time you came into this room, you turned so red at the slightest touch and ran away.

Heat rises in my cheeks as I remember the time when he made me feel good with his fingers, and showed me my disheveled appearance using a hand mirror.

Kate: ...I can't be embarrassed now...

Alfons: Aha, as expected of someone who spent a month in the evil lair of Crown Castle,

Alfons: and fulfilled the unprecedented job of a Fairytale Keeper, Kate.

Alfons: You adapt quite easily to indecent things, don't you?

Kate: It's not like I'm used to it or anything...

Alfons: Oh really... then, what is it?

His provocative whisper makes my heart pound as if it's going to break.

Kate: Th-that is...

Kate: It's because I'm going to do something even more embarrassing...

Alfons: ----!

I pushed Alfons down and straddled him.

(!...)

Before embarrassment, insecurity, and all sorts of things catch up with me,

I lowered my hips, and the tip of his heat splits my body open.

Kate: Uh...Nn, Hm...

Alfons: ...Ah, Kate.

Alfons: You're already soaking wet when I haven't even touched you... here.

Kate: Ah, uh, don't move...!

Kate: I... I'm going to....

Alfons: When it feels good, isn't it better to be "together"?

A hand reaches out to the wet mess that has half-engulfed her.

The moment his fingertips crush the swollen, small tip, a spark of pleasure explodes in her head.

Kate: Ahh, ....don't...n-n-n-touch me... no...

I shake my head, but the nectar overflows and runs down his heat, negating my words.

Alfons: You're a terrible liar.

Alfons: You feel so good here.

Kate: Ahh, hm, ahh..

As he continued to knead with his fingers, the sound of water grows louder.

The repeated stimulation makes my thighs tremble, and I can't lower my hips or pull them back as I squeeze his heat inside. At that moment,

Alfons: Ahh...

Kate: Ahh---!

Alfons' hips rose up, and a shock ran through my body.

Kate: Hah, ah, ahh.....!

As he shook his hips, a sweet ecstasy welled up inside me.

Kate: Nnn.... I... I.. I was planning to make you feel good, Alfons...

Alfons: Okay, okay. Next time.

Kate: Ah, nnn, I was so embarrassed to insert it myself... but I tried my best... ah, ah

His bouncing hips knocked me deep inside, and I spoke in broken breaths.

Kate: Why did you move first? ... That's mean... Nnn..

Alfons: ....Aha

After a loud sigh, his hips started moving faster.

Kate: Nn, ah, ahhh

Alfons: Are you thinking that I did that on purpose?

Alfons: I didn't have time to think about it.

Kate: Mmm....?

Alfons: ......I couldn't wait to get messy with you.

Alfons: Covered in honey, squeezed tight, rubbing against each other...

Alfons: I wanted to feel good with you as soon as possible, even if it was only for a second. That's all.

(...!?)

The words that came from his lips along with his hot breath made the depths of my body burn hot and the pleasure rose all at once.

Kate: Ah...ah...nn..!!

I was shaking violently while being swallowed by the waves so sweet that I couldn't speak....,

By the time the night came, with only pleasure imprinted on my body, I was left... feeling exhausted and full of happiness.

And then-- the squashed, misshaped cupcake ended up being brunch.

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Mad Love Chapter 25

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[djrockers]

WE'RE SO BACK

CONGRATULATIONS TO YOUR FIRST SHADED STORY SPRITE IN OVENBREAK THAT ISN’T YOUR COSTUME DJ COOKIE!!!! TOOK ALMSOT 6 YEARS!!! (long post ahead with screenshots and yapping)

Can't belive it took 3 years for DJ to finally appear and speak in another story event. Safe to say I'm over the moon<3

I would LOVE to know why or how DJ found themselves in Mint Wafer and Strawberry Stick's basement?? Like, aren't they a renowned celebrity with (I presume) little time on their hands? The interaction is quite wholesome nonetheless. :3 It's so nice to see a different side of DJ Cookie.

In fact, this might be the first time we've ever gotten to see DJ interacting with someone off-stage. Their speech honestly seems more lax and almost more civil than compared to how they speak on stage. That, or the writing team have just forgotten how to write DJ...😭 Not an impossible possibility... I do wonder, though, if this might suggest their stage persona is really just that: a persona. And they're actually much more laid-back and reserved behind closed doors. I could also just be looking way too much into this, lmao. XD I'll do what I have to do for more DJ lore crumbs!

As sweet as this interaction is, I'm disappointed they didn't bother to shade more than one sprite for DJ Cookie. DJ is certainly the king of keeping a poker face in ovenbreak story events, lmao...🙏 I also wish they'd do more than just recycle already known tidbits and facts about them that's stated in their story. We are DYINGGG to know more about them. Please, devsisters, include DJ more often!! Give us more lore already!

Well, at least one good thing about a strong absence of character lore, is that we get to just make it ourselves.

More screenshots of DJ in the second half of the event. (This might seem excessive, but it's really just for archiving purposes. You don't understand how desperate I am to compile as much DJ content as I can)

Hoping and praying this is our year and we get more of DJ Cookie Some extra clips from HyperHimes that I feel like conveys my exact reactions to this second half of the update

[edencantstopfallininlove]

I Thought You Were Gone

Selfship: Crunchy Chip Cookie X Honey Bread Cookie

Content Warnings: Nightmares; Canon-Typical Injury Detail; Major Character Death (except it's in a dream sequence so it doesn't count); Hurt/Comfort (the hurt being of the emotional variety)

A/N: This took me a lot longer to write than it should've. Oh, well. I'm posting it now! Enjoy!

(Also, shout-out to @ode-to-joie, who provided me with plenty of valuable input! They also technically beta-read a certain passage (even though it's been changed a bit since... 😅).)

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A blizzard forced the Dark Cacao Kingdom into a snow-white void, the wind howling with an impenetrable rage. Nevertheless, a lone cookie, bundled up in a tight hood and thick gear, charged forwards, her breaths ragged and heavy as she looked for a way out. Every milligram of her dough was chilled and sore with effort. This was Honey Bread Cookie, a student of the Milk Tribe's magic, originally from far away. And as her rounded blue eyes tried uselessly to make sense of her environment, she felt just as lost and afraid as she once did all that time ago.

Then, by some miracle, after countless agonising minutes of enduring the cold, the blizzard slowed. A sigh of relief escaped from Honey Bread Cookie's mouth; the foliage and familiar landscapes were far more visible now.

But this was a curse in disguise. For next to an iced-over stone lay a Cookie, barely able to move. Honey Bread Cookie herself froze at the sight, running over to help them. As she got a closer look at the fallen cookie, her eyes widened and her stomach sank.

This cookie's hair and attire alike were monochrome, designed to blend in with harsh snow. The only signs of colour were those gorse yellow eyes and his dark dough... which had become besmirched by crumbs. He let out a low groan of pain, clutching his shredded cloak and holding himself together with whatever strength he had left.

Yet, with every second that passed, Crunchy Chip Cookie's chances of survival faded away.

Honey Bread Cookie tried to recall the Milk Tribe's healing techniques, using every single one she could think of in the moment. None stuck — just when it looked like Crunchy Chip Cookie's condition was stabilising, the cracks in his form would spread as if in defiance.

Despite his struggle to stay intact, Crunchy Chip Cookie reached out to cup Honey Bread Cookie's face in both hands. He made an effort to smile. He had accepted his fate and awaited eternal rest in the Tomb of Blades, but wanted to make sure his beloved's last memory of him was as calm as possible.

"No... Chip, stay with me, please..!" wailed Honey Bread Cookie, insisting to herself that she could fix him, that this wasn't really happening.

But the fading light in Crunchy Chip Cookie's eyes betrayed the truth. They closed for the final time. His hands slipped down, away from his partner, away from the physical. Following their last order, the crumbs in his body gave way, ignoring Honey Bread Cookie's pleas for it to stop; dissent was no longer an option.

"Chip..." she sobbed regardless. "No, no, no, NO! DON'T LEAVE ME—"

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"—CHIP!"

The gold-and-white covers of Honey Bread Cookie's bed shuddered with their occupant as she awoke. She felt a firm mattress beneath her, just about saw the dark furnishings of her quarters that the Kingdom was generous enough to lend to her during overnight visits to the castle. Precious little light streamed in from out of a window on the wall next to her, the snowfall far more tentative in the waking world. As she tried desperately to control her breathing, she ran a hand through her hair — a dark brown colour, nearly black, shoulder-length with curtain bangs and thin streaks of gold and white running down the sides. She sat upright, brushing both hands against the fabric of her black nightwear.

But she was unable to dwell on it; there was a more pressing matter than just sitting there and trying to cope with her nightmare by herself. On her opposite side, another cookie lay, breathing softly. He was dressed in similar nightwear, buried beneath the bedsheets as Honey Bread Cookie was. As he entered her field of view, the crumbs and the blizzard and him falling apart in front of her flashed through her mind all at once and—

"Are you okay, Chip?" she said, shaking her bedmate awake with trembling hands. "Let me— let me look at you..."

Crunchy Chip Cookie rolled over with a groan, eyes fluttering open as he was urged back to the real world. Honey Bread Cookie peeled the covers away, and sure enough, he was exactly as she left him when she retired into sleep; all in once piece, and not a crumb to be seen. No sooner had their eyes met than the floodgates burst and Honey Bread Cookie pulled her partner's chest to meet hers.

"Woah— Hon?" asked Crunchy Chip Cookie as the shoulder of his night shirt became tear-stained. "You alright?" He kicked himself for asking such a stupid question, but it was the best he had at such short notice. He spent the next minute rubbing circles into his sweetheart's back as she cried and cried...

Eventually, with Crunchy Chip Cookie's guidance, Honey Bread Cookie took a few more deep breaths, dried her tears with her sleeve, then recounted the events of her nightmare. Crunchy Chip Cookie sat in silence and listened without judgement. However, once she was done with an objective description, she came to a realisation.

"It's selfish of me to even be thinking this, but..." she began. "I don't know if I could comprehend losing you like that. And yet, I know it'd be wrong of me to ask you to make a promise you might not be able to keep." Her now-brittle voice betrayed her heart, despite her best efforts to assume composure. "I just... I don't know what I'd do if you...

"I thought you were gone..."

Just as another wave of tears escaped, Honey Bread Cookie felt a firm, yet somehow still gentle, grip on both of her shoulders.

"Hey. If you can't look at me right now, that's fine. But at least listen to me." The soft quality of Crunchy Chip Cookie's words was a far cry from the orders he'd bark to the Cream Wolves. Right then, it was just the two of them, and he needed his partner to trust him.

Honey Bread Cookie nodded, signalling for him to continue.

"My comrades and I fight to protect our people and our home. And ever since you've been in my life, and we've gotten close like this, I've wanted to be there to carry whatever weighs on you. To fight for you. I feel... so lucky to call you my partner. Getting to wake up in the morning next to someone as amazing as you is something I never thought I'd be doing, but here we are. And I won't take that for granted. Ever.

"It's like... you're a home to me, Honey Bread Cookie. Whatever I— we run into down the road, I want to make sure we can fall back on each other if we need to. I know that what I do is dangerous, but what we have is worth fighting for — surviving for, even! Thriving for!!"

By now Honey Bread Cookie felt able to look Crunchy Chip Cookie in the eye once again. Ah, yes, there was that passion of his. It could obliterate the hardest-set snow all by itself. But here, it wasn't the raging inferno kind; instead, Crunchy Chip Cookie was a fireplace, a sanctuary after the violent blizzard that plagued her so. Warm. Bright. Safe. With that determined affirmation, Honey Bread Cookie felt the frost of uncertainty clear from her mind. Everything would be alright.

"So, don't worry," he concluded, shifting his arms to wrap them around his partner's waist. "I won't be going down that easily." A comfortable quiet hang in the air for a few seconds. "Besides" — he cocked an eyebrow — "whose idea was it for us to sleep in a bed again?"

"Oh, shut up!" A now-smiling Honey Bread Cookie laughed through her last remaining tears as Crunchy Chip Cookie nudged her in the side and joined in with a hearty laugh of his own. Convincing him to share a bed with her once before was its own kettle of gummy fish. Still believing that beds triggered nightmares, he didn't come around to it until she assured him that, if a nightmare were to rear its head, she'd be there to fight it with him. (He had to admit, her preparedness impressed him.) And this was a partnership of equals; if one made a promise to protect or live for the other, it surely would be reciprocated in kind.

"Chip..." said Honey Bread Cookie, her eyes drooping as the need to sleep returned to her. "I know this might sound weird, but can I spoon you? I don't know, maybe I'll sleep better if I can hold you in my arms, make sure you don't disappear or anything."

Crunchy Chip Cookie had to chuckle. "Didn't I just tell you I'm not going anywhere without a fight? But if it'll help..."

As requested, he then flipped himself over on one side, allowing Honey Bread Cookie's arms to rest around his waist. His firm, strong dough relaxed just enough at her touch — he'd been waiting so long to be this close to her again, and it never disappointed.

"That's it, Hon." Crunchy Chip Cookie's voice was husky and tender, a grounding presence in the solacing blanket of nighttime darkness. "I'm here. You've got me..."

Squeezing him a little bit tighter as an unspoken "I love you", Honey Bread Cookie's eyes fluttered shut as she allowed herself to drift off once again.

And every morning ever after, they would rise to thrive.

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[embretheworld]

STELLARON HUNTER MARCH ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ I am desperate for March crumbs do tell more pretty please 🙏

omggggg of course!!! i'm so glad you like this au eheheh!!

but no fr tho i'm so happy you like it, March is my beloved and I think she deserves more content </3 This entire au stems from me wanting to make an au where the stellaron hunters find March before the express, which then devolved into me asking a friend who was more up to date on the lore if aeon's can grant power to people which I learned they can!! Which eventually evolved into them finding March during what would be the first part of the game when Kafka and Silver Wolf essentially spawn the protag lol. Currently working on the animation for this but this storyboard kinda explains its better than I do? idk, but essentially march escapes and Kafka decideds to keep her. I could go on for HOURS on how symbolic this song and its lyrics are with the au but I will save that ramble for later since I do actually want to write this au. The storyboard in question. I'm probably going to release the writings out of order, for example I'm working on the aftermath of the au where Aventurine and Dr Ratio have basically adopted her and are figuring out just how to parent her lol. But I plan to organize it in order later. I will say this I do have a lot of it planned out it's just the specifics I'm having trouble with(Like writing a fucking legal court case lol) but I do know the general synopsis. I can also say that March does not have a good time in this au, her inadvertedly getting blessed by Nanook fucked her over so badly, also Ruan Mei is not a good person at all in this au.

Over all the entre theming of the au is : Blind Obssesion, and getting over it.

There's also the change in canon which I do a lot of, the most obvious being March joining the Stellaron Hunters, but also Xianzhou and Penacony, well actually everything!

Fun fact, Dr Ratio essentially steals March's spot on the express and not in the way you think.

March also ends up getting a new fightning style which is fun.

Cutting myself off before I ramble on too long I actually made a playlist for the AU too, the songs are even put in order of how they'd happen in the story so I recommend giving it a listen since it says a lot about her character in the au even if the songs aren't directly about her!

Playlist here!

Anyway, i've been rambling long enough sdfkjhgdfsd I'm really glad you like the au!! Thanks for asking about it, and if your curious feel free to ask more!

[orviposition]

what's your favorite line in orv

i went to my readera app to check out all my notes just for this question anon. the things i do for yall

while i have one thats my absolute favorite i feel like i have a duty to list a few more out of love for this book

in no particular order

If this story can truly save you, then I'll continue to write it for you for eternity... ...This story is just for that one reader (as epic as it's true bcs hsy will never be outdone in her devotion)

I'm quite jealous of the writer who has a reader like you. (ebook/webtoon only quote. amazing addition)

You said earlier that you want to save the world. Well it's the same for me. That man is the world I wish to save. (as per usual orv women ate and left No Crumbs)

Please write a story that's only for me -- From your sole reader. (also ebook only quote during kaizenix. yjh and kdj decide to try out the romance route and kdj (as ricardo) has to write a love letter to hsy (as yuri di aristel) and that's the content he comes up with. yjh shits on it openly whereas lhs thinks it's nice but kdj obviously doesn't care about his opinion </3)

It was a dependable tone. I really wanted a father like this. (it hit me like a truck. it hit me and hospitalized me. i am but a shadow of what i used to be. hashtag hades dad of the year)

tell me you fool if i continue to regress will i ever get to meet you again? i shall pray that you might continue to exist somewhere too. (the desperation???? the raw feelings of love radiating beyond the fourth wall cuz kdj FELT THAT for sure in spite of his unreliable narration. and after yjh was met with silence he just accepts it and says the i shall pray line as he's literally dying?? aughh he's telling kdj to continue to watch over him somewhere in the universe. to continue to be a presence in his life even tho he will not remember him. and kdj does. for thousands of years. even leaving notes on his hospital bed just to go and read another story starring yjh.... loser)

ANYWAY so my actual favorite line is one that i feel it might be pretty anticlimatic considering all these quotes above but it's also a sentence that i feel it's heavily slept on and it drives me nuts everytime i think about it actually

"His story came to an end when the lone reader went away"

oh man. Oh Man. OH MAN. this line. this goddamn line. left me miserable. made me want to dig up a grave and bury myself in it. i was Not prepared for the pure force of yjh's yearning. it struck me and blasted me through the galaxy. i Hate them

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

WIP game! Alright.

Did I set you up? Yes (though you didn't have to play, you know? For funsies only, it said.)

Would it be fair to send more than one ask? No (maybe it's a rule, maybe it's not, but I'm sticking to the spirit of the ask.)

So did I also screw myself over? Yes

Therefore, only because it's my lucky number, and not because I don't also want desperately to see any crumb you'd wish to toss my way regarding a certain wintery cabin with Sy and Walt (even though I know you already promised Christmas in July), could I pretty please with sugar on top see what's cooking with Walt and Geralt after that *cough* "chance" *cough* meeting in the stockroom?

Please? And I promise I won't beg for the whole thing. I just, it's been days, weeks even, and I just, you know, need a little taste. Please?

Officially, #13 please?

My dear, sweet Charlie.

If you knew me at all (and you should, by now...) you would have known that practically any other question would have given you more information than this one, just because I take pleasure in witholding this fic from you. (That and I... haven't... exactly... like... finished it...) (But let's pretend I'm just torturing you for a second, because that makes me feel slightly better about how I haven't really been writing.

What can I say about number 13...

When you finally opened your eyes, you weren’t surprised to find Walter standing there, behind the glass wall of the shower cabin, watching your every move. What was surprising, however, was that you didn’t feel nearly as much shame as you’d expected. Was there even a reason to be embarrassed? Your thoughts were your own, right? There was nothing wrong with an innocent little fantasy. Except maybe that Mr. Innocent Little Fantasy was fifteen minutes away from joining you for dinner.

Enjoy 😘 ����

And always feel free to ask about more than one fic! (I'm dying to talk about all of them, anyway)

Maybe a little something about two delicious Christmas treats in the shape of men?

I'll give you the first 200 words (Give or take)

There was something soothing about the predictability of the situation; you had asked the boys to turn the heat in the car up, they complained that it was already a sauna in there. It wasn’t. And you were freezing. You pulled the sleeve of your sweater up to show Sy the goosebumps on your arm, to which he responded by reluctantly turning the heat up a little bit. “How can she be cold?” Walter grumbled from behind the wheel while Sy pulled his sweater over his head. “Here,” Sy said, rolling his eyes, “in case your Majesty still isn’t warm enough.” He tossed the sweater at you, and you contently pulled it over your head. Walter’s sweater had been serving as a blanket for about an hour now, and with the addition of Sy’s, and the few extra degrees on the heater, you were finally comfortably warm. “Good,” Walter mumbled, “because I’m not taking off anything else for you in this car.” It was the ‘in this car’ that made you chuckle. “That’s a shame,” you said coyly, batting your eyelashes at him in the rearview mirror as you leaned over and put your arms around Sy’s neck. “Would you?” He turned his head and sighed. “I have before, haven’t I?”

See you, Charlie 😘😘

[angelmichelangelo]

EMMY EMMY HAVE U SEEN THE TEASERS FOR THE 40TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION ??? currently trying not to spin around in circles at my work desk but Ciro Nelli from the 2012 production team spoke about his comic in this and how its the basis of what could have been the 2012 tmnt movie that surrounds the boys moving past teenagehood and dealing with it. i'm sure you've seen it so sorry for the recap but BASICALLY when discussing the 12 boys he said "I knew I missed them, I didn’t realize how much though." ... CAN YOU HEAR ME CHEWING THROUGH MY ARM RIGHT NOW I CANT and thats literally just for 12 theres gonna be at least 1 story for each iteration up to rise AND RISES FOLLOWS THE BAD FUTURE TIMELINE !!!! I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS PLEASE SOMEBODY SCREAM WITH ME !!!!!!

I DID NOT IN FACT SEE IT!!! IM SPINNING AROUND IN A CIRCLE LIKE WHAT ?! that is honestly so fucking cool. im going to cry, 2012 means so so much to me and to finally have like, even a CRUMB of new content for it after all these years… im so ecstatic, holy SMOKES. i remember back in the day ciro had professed his disappointment that the 2012 was never made, but to know now he’s FINALLY going to be able to make that content, even if through a comic instead? im so happy for him. im so so happy. his art is really good so im excited to see the 2012 boys again OHMY GOSH its really happening!!!! AHHH!! this is so exciting !!!!! im assuming we also get something for the 2003 boys as well?? WOW. for a franchise that has been going on for 40 years now, the tmnt hq really do know how to feed us well. i knew they’d have something special in mind but holy cats dude, not this. this feels so heartwarming to know they’re doing this for us :’) makes me proud lol

just know that when i read that comic i am going to be going ape mode on here. i won’t shut up about it and there WILL be fanfiction to follow, no matter what. ive been desperate to know how the 2012 turtles moved past their loss of splinter into adulthood and now we will finally know. i have full, blind faith in ciro and the team to not fuck this up lmao

[mknerd]

“Behind the Representative” (Original) [IV]

Note: This story takes place directly after the events of "One Bite". Please read that first before reading this to not be confused! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,537

There are two types of dating experiences: the ones you can’t remember and the ones you wish you could forget.

I don’t have enough fingers on either hand that could count how many dates I’ve had over the years that either ended in slumber or disaster, but fortunately, last night couldn’t have gone better. The food was great, the conversations were great. Hell, Maya was great.

… Maya was great.

… Maya…

I pulled my phone from my pocket to look at the screen.

No notifications.

It’s fine, Will, I thought, she’s probably just busy. She did say she had to work today. There’s no rush, she’ll reach out eventually.

To distract myself from the negative conclusions I was ready to draw, I paced to my room and underhand tossed my phone onto my bed before heading over to the kitchen.

“Alright, what to do, what to do,” I muttered as I overanalyzed every inch of the kitchen trying to find at least one mundane task to keep my mind off my phone.

And then I saw it.

There was a small coffee stain, desperately trying to hide from my gaze underneath the microwave. I walked closer to find that it had dried and left behind a sticky concoction of grounded coffee, sugar, and milk. It had probably been there for at least a day or so, perhaps from me trying to heat up a cup that had lost its warmth.

"I should probably clean that before ants get to it," I convinced myself as I opened one of the kitchen vanity doors to retrieve a bottle of all-purpose cleaner and a roll of paper towels. I retraced my steps back to the microwave and aimed the sprayer directly at the stain before squeezing down the trigger a few times to dilute it with the cleaner. After a few seconds of letting it sit, I ripped a sheet from the paper towel roll and started wiping the cleaner and coffee mixture off the counter. I balled up the dirty paper towel sheet and flicked it into the nearby trash can.

That... really didn't take that much time like I would've wanted it to, I thought.

The good news was that I prevented a potential infestation in my kitchen. The bad news was that it only took me less than a minute, which meant that receiving a text from Maya in that timeframe was highly unlikely. I started scratching my chin as I turned my gaze from the kitchen to the living room, again searching for a task that would be straightforward but time-consuming.

As I left the kitchen, I felt a crunch underneath my foot. I lifted my leg to see the remains of a crushed potato chip on the carpet.

"I should probably get that up before a roach finds it," I said aloud as I headed over to the living room closet and swung the door open before pulling out the vacuum cleaner. I loosened the cord from the side of the unit before plugging it in and powering it on. The quiet ambience of the apartment was quickly filled with the mechanical shriek of high-pitched sucking. I walked the vacuum over the crumbs from the crushed potato chip and pushed and pulled before they traveled into the guts of the unit.

"I... may as well just vacuum the whole carpet," I sighed as I started guiding the vacuum over every inch of the carpet in the living room - and I mean every inch. From around the television stand to underneath the couch, I made it my mission to eradicate every dust bunny and whatever happened to be hiding deep within the carpet of my home. Once the vacuum was filled with all I could find, I powered it off before detaching the dust bin and emptying the contents in the trash can. I reattached it back to the unit before tying up the cord and placing it back into the closet.

Alright, that should've been plenty of time, I thought with a grin as I quickly jogged to my room and grabbing my phone from the bed. I unlocked the screen.

No notifications.

Frustrated, I sighed deeply and fell back into the bed.

I'm not the type of guy to expect a wake-up text first thing in the morning, but it felt peculiar to not have gotten a single message from Maya when it was almost 1 in the afternoon. Surely, she would've texted me when she was free like she said, right?

Unless I disappointed her last night.

Almost immediately, I started assuming the worst. What if she actually didn't like the date and was trying to be nice? What if she met someone else between last night and today?

What if something happened to her?

I immediately shook my head and chuckled for even humoring such a thought.

Realistically, she was probably so busy that she didn't have enough time to shoot even the simplest text. After all, I never did ask her what she did for a living. She could be a cashier being swamped by self-entitled customers trying to grocery shop for the week or maybe she's a chef at some restaurant that serves brunch unironically.

Maybe I just need to be patient, I thought.

To take my mind off the impending text, I started to ponder what the second date would be like. Would we go to another restaurant? Would we go to the aquarium or an amusement park? How exactly would we top the first one, if I could even call it that?

Then it dawned on me: no one ever talks about the difficulties of the second date. Most people struggle so hard these days to find a potential partner that they think that the first date is unattainable. The reality is that it pales in comparison to the follow-up, much like the anticipated sequel to a successful film. Going on the first date is basically two saps trying to appeal to one another in some fashion. They're essentially introducing each other to their carefully crafted caricatures, their representatives who exist solely to sell them as being fantastic partners for the rest of their lives, and all is well for the night.

But then the second date comes around. The want to out-do the first meeting slowly becomes a need, the difficulty to decide the next destination increases steadily, and it becomes apparent that the representatives can't stick around forever. Eventually, the people behind the representatives have to come forward and introduce themselves to each other. From there, it either evolves into a spark that jumpstarts a relationship or the peak of a temporary meet-up that inevitably never amounts to anything but.

Was that us? Did I get to know Maya or the woman representing her?

Was I me... or my representative?

Then I remembered it: choking on the cigarette and being laughed at, the demeaning texts, the moment where we used the competitive eater technique to eat the flat wings, and the Maya star...

If we did have representatives, they didn't sell us as being clean, polite, and well-mannered; they painted us as being messy, playful, and quick to take the piss out of each other.

They sold us as genuine human beings.

I felt a vibration in my hand.

My phone.

I quickly unlocked the screen.

A text from Maya:

"I don't know if you're awake at this time, but when you wake up, I want you to know that I really enjoyed last night. We definitely need to have another meetup soon. 💕"

It was as if she had read my mind. For her to send this as I was contemplating whether or not I had screwed up felt like divine intervention. I was in utter dis-

Another text quickly appeared.

"You wanna guess who the dumbass was that forgot to hit 'Send' this morning before she left the house? 💀💀💀"

I chuckled at the thought of realizing that she forgot to send her morning text.

Wait, she sent me a morning text, I thought.

I started typing:

"Well, it can't be the girl I was eating wings with last night. She's super smart. 🤣"

Maya responded:

"Kiss my ass. 😭🤣"

I quickly responded:

"Isn't that what the second date's for? 👀🤣"

Oh, my God, I really just said that, I thought as I could feel my hands start to tremble and my heart rate skyrocketing. We hadn't gotten to the second date yet and I already started making suggestive comments. What if she ignores the message? What if she never talks to me again?

Maya texted back:

"If it goes well, you might be able to and then some. 🤭"

I gulped.

Trying to ignore the lustful thoughts that quickly clouded my head, I responded:

"Let me know when you're off from work and we'll figure out the next destination. 😌"

Maya replied:

"Sounds good to me. 😙"

And like that, my day immediately got better. I completed some productive tasks, I had gotten the text I waited for, I successfully flirted without being a creep, and I managed to land a second date.

Now, then... where should our second date be?

[candyeyeunicornskull]

GASTER GANG HEADCANONS, because I'm desperately licking the crumbs off my plate. || BunnyMuse, please I cannot make the content by myself ...IM LAZY WHY MAKE ME SUFFER

Wingdings, B, and Swapfell Gaster are the gayest and queerst of them all. The Gay nerd, Musical Fan Twink, and flamboyant villain how much do I have to say such more? Mf, had a boobwindow ain't sure if ya remember

The whole gaster gang...They watched the golden girls, together. Because their a bunch of old men watching old ladies being funny and relatable. So of course, they will probably love it.

Before Swapfell Gaster (My sexy man tumbler), show his toxic colors and shit. He was, annoying and nonchalant roommate. I bet for 50$, when his mad and annoyed at swap. He plays, C-BAT and swap, SWAP is getting the frying pan to beat his ass. So basically, SFG is a prankster who loves annoying people alot.

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Their fucking eachother. I ain't sure who is it, yet. Listen, it's a GROUP of old men...half them could be possibly gay. so, I won't even be surprised. Toxic old man yaoi. I want more, but I have been straving. Don't believe me that aren't gay? ...let's ask the soliders from underfell. (Get it? Cuz, most soilders were gay— okay I'll stop)

Swap loves to wear dresses in the summer time, like I feel like he would look so cute and honestly SLAY. Did you know, cannonly his wife cheated on him...? So in my fannon version, He kills her just for that. So SLAY IT KING!!!✨🔥 🎶HE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMEING🎶 (gaster gang AU underrated, there's no cringey fannons... let me at least have one fannon)

Swap has a cooking channel, AND shares a gaming channel with Fell. Definitely, for sure. (Was that my headcanons or a friends?)

My friend headcanon B loves Musicals, and if that's the case. Why not make Meastoe and B musical nerd friends? And make a musical theater? Wingdings as Hyde and SFG as jekyll in the musical, so sick

My own headcanon/extremely fannon because like...how the hell did they meet? Would be, Meastoe and Swapfell Gaster......as teenagers, dress up as edgy emo punk rock shit and playing in a band together. So awesome, I drew that actually. Meastoe playing a electric guitar with sfg? Oh hell YEEAAHHHHHH🔥🔥 THAT SOUNDS SICK

Since they cannonly share rooms together and cuddle (see? Gay behavior), What if they had gaint sleepover and cuddle together...while watching mlp *COUGH* ME? PROJECTING MY FAVOURITE THINGS ONTO MY CHARACTERS! OH I COULD NEEEVVVERRR!!!

Okay if people like Fluttershy as a metal heavy head/goth....what If sfg had like punk side, and turn the gang into edgy metal heads for fun. That would be so SICK, mostly with swap gaster

One of my other friend's headcanon is that Wingdings, Gaster is goth/had a goth phase......I can HEAVILY see it and I bet he is one. That really explains why he wears black most of the time, can someone please draw gothic gaster?