#slurps. i think i did an ok job

[heirbane]

adjunct professor of garlean history and military.

[thankstothe]

Some notes on Wilson's marriages/divorces, and how he met House:

• House didn't just meet a freshly divorced Wilson. He met barely married Wilson, who just got notified about his #1 divorce by a lawyer, not his wife

• Wilson walked around with papers on hand, long enough to give House a chance to sneak a peek. The same day he received the news. (there's a chance it was some sort of middle step in the divorce procedure, but "just served", checkmate your honor)

• House 100% knew that when he bailed him out. No, I don't have any concrete evidence besides "it's fucking House"

• House had Wilson observed the entire time to know he didn't open the papers. The divorce lawyer prob gave him an idea of what it is, and he was just marinating in the suffering juice

• House had to be nosy and stealthy when he checked the package Wilson clung to, he saw what's written on it

• They didn't actually talk at the conference itself, so House did it silently too

• There was a law firm address on the papers, and you couldn't just google shit then. House's had to remember it to investigate it further, or he already knew of the firm (or it said "BLAH LAW FIRM BLAH HERE'S YOUR DIVORCE PAPERS, LOSER", which is possible)

• Wilson likely opened them in a hotel room (or he looked at the package sadly/angrily there too), needed a drink, and House was at the bar

• House was watching Wilson at that conference, then at the bar, then meltdown over the song, then the whole fight and the mess, then the detention, and was like yeah I'll bail that

• "First words you ever said to me." This is when they first talked, Wilson was in jail and the one in need

• Ok alright, hear me out, if House didn't know what the papers were at the time of bailing. There are 2 paths for him to find out

• Wilson STILL had them on hand in jail

• Or Housey saw them at Wilson's hotel room. Yeah

• It's been over the decade since they've met and they both vividly remember the details of that drunk night (I get why for storytelling purposes. Still... Much to think about)

• That conference is either the last one, or one of the lasts, House attended. And that one was already boring to House without Wilson. 15 years prior to s06e06 "Known Unknowns", can't do the timeline magic I just eyeball it

• House also introduced Wilson to Cuddy pretty soon, since she was a witness to the levels of despair he was apparently in

• House might've pestered Cuddy to hire him, or she chose to do so herself (whenever she was dean). Maybe House chased away some poor oncologist to make an opening. Even if House isn't as obsessed with Wilson at the start of season 1, he's always plotting

• There's the brother thing too. Wilson still fresh out of med school, still divorcing, still guilty af and looking for the brother in Princeton, so he was happy to work there

• Prior to that, Wilson was working 2 jobs to support himself and Sam and was ready to follow her to Baltimore

• The divorce and meeting House happened in 1991, the same year USSR completely fell apart. Just thought I'll throw that in #educational

• Wilson was married, non-fraudulently, for 12 years total

• Marriage #1 has only lasted 1 year

• That means every marriage House was present for has lasted longer #math

• Wilson found a way to get fulfilled while in the marriage

• Now he's got a needy bitch with infinite problems and who will slurp any poison he has to siphon

• I'd argue House is what made Wilson bearable at home

• At the same time, House is what kept Wilson away from home, ultimately contributing to the divorce

• Wilson himself describes his marriages as crappy - he doesn't really need help destroying them. House still helps~✨

• Timeline gets wonky, but there couldn't have been much of a downtime between marriages, a couple of years max

• "Fell in love at the wedding" - whatever the fuck that means for Wilson

• Either Wilson met Sam through that wedding, and she also aimed to work in medicine - how they've connected. Or they went there as a couple, both being med students? Got high on emotions and jumped into marriage

• Wilson speedruns relationships once he's in them, so it could've gone "hey that was a nice wedding, how about we have our own?"

• He fucking sucks at proposals, his looks and general air of niceness carried him all 3 times, I will not be hearing any objections on the matter

• When Wilson talks to Cameron about cheating. He says, "I have (cheated). I always told them"

• "Them"

• It's could've been every marriage (#1, #2 and #3). If boy managed to sneak in cheating in his 1-year lightning marriage #1, while he was studying + 2 jobs (now I don't doubt his time management skills, but it's still a hassle. On the other hand, all that stress couldn't have been helping)

• Or it could be #1 and #2, or #1 and #3. But #3 is pretty much a certainty (he flirts with nurses on screen, House is also there), and it's "them", so why would he randomly stop in the middle? Don't think so

• What's most likely is - #2 and #3. When arguing with Sam (#1) again she didn't mention or allude to the cheating, her problem was that Wilson didn't communicate ANY emotions to her, she even admitted to House she made the most mistakes in that marriage, let's say there's some truth in that

• Wilson either didn't tell Sam about cheating, she didn't have a problem with it, or he lied to Cameron

• OR he didn't cheat on Sam

• He started to cheat after the first divorce AND his marriages started to last longer, which is funnier too

• He could've started cheating prior to House entering the picture, but much more likely - after. Divorce and/or House are the cause

• Speaking of. Meeting House is very tightly linked to the #1 divorce. Every time Wilson would think back on it, he would have to think about all the turmoil and getting bailed by House. And vice versa - every time he'd think back on meeting House...

• "I met someone who made me feel funny. And I didn't want to let that feeling go." Another Cameron talk. Ur honor, there's something on that wall

• btw, he is STILL married while meeting House, so if you hilson 1st-night-fuck truther, that meeting is his cheater origin story in a more practical sense. He then could've really meant all the marriages, but then he lied about telling Sam/Cameron, he might not count it since he's divorcing to tell Sam

• Ultimately, he's a huge liar, and I'm wasting my time. What I'm saying - nothing is really off the table with this guy in terms of hcs

• Aftermaths of #2 and #3 aren't really talked about like #1. It must've been really nuclear

• House says neither of them recovered from (#1) divorce to Wilson's face, Wilson doesn't contest that in any way. Even tho House didn't know Wilson before the divorce he usually right on the money with these things

• After the divorce #2 Wilson got 3 legged cat

• After failing to secure marriage #4 (#1 part 2) he got a diabetic cat

• Just like the thing he has with missing phone calls, after every divorce, consciously or not, he might expect a savior to bail him out

• After and during #3 he crashed at House's, then surfed hotels, then moved in with a dying patient, then Amber's, then House moved in with him (still Amber's)

• Maybe his wives kept taking properties in the divorce, and he just stopped getting them

• Man frankly didn't have a home for a while (HOMELESS BUT NOT HOUSELESS)

• Then Wilson finally commits and gets the place for himself and House, from Bonnie (#2)

• Wilson adamantly remains on good terms with his ex-wives (but not random exes. One helps House with a prank, House kept tabs bc of course)

• But Wilson thinks they hate him. Did he ever pay attention to them?

• While spending all the time with House, then cheating, telling his wives about it, Wilson gave them more attention and emotions to delay the divorce

• He also learned how not to get attached in marriage, to not get destroyed by the divorce (excellent gambit if you expect your marriage to fail)

• He has a better support system now too. Can't believe House is your support system, fucking lmao and ouch. Cuddy is his only other friend we see, maybe Stacy at some point (he kept in touch with after the incident)

• All his other friends and family we hear next to nothing about, at best they're surface level

• In season 5 he's only visited by the coworkers/House's team + Cuddy <- all that is pretty much House's tolerance circle

• House is pathetic, but Wilson is something else entirely

[yuujispinkhair]

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 09)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 09

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love (Don't You Know by Jaymes Young)

The smell of herbs and candle wax fills Sukuna's nose as he strolls through the narrow aisles of the small deli shop across the street. In his hand is a shopping list written in Itadori's scrawly handwriting.

The irony isn't lost on Sukuna. A thousand years ago, it would have been unthinkable for him to shop for anything himself. He was the King of Curses. He was a God. People brought offerings to his temple, begging him to accept them. And everything he needed for his everyday life got taken care of by Uraume.

But times have changed. His life has changed. Now, Itadori Yuuji has a say in things, too, in their shared household. And as ironic as it is, Sukuna has to abide so he can keep up this little charade.

The brat had been indignant, huffed, and hit Sukuna's arm playfully when Sukuna said grocery shopping was Uraume's job.

"Oh, don't be so lazy, Kuna! The deli shop is just across the street! And Uraume is already busy doing the laundry today. I think everyone should contribute to the household! I will prepare the kitchen, and you go shopping, baby!"

Sukuna catches himself laughing softly at the memory of those golden eyes looking at him so sternly.

The whole situation was rather amusing. So what if the King of Curses is currently looking for ingredients for their dinner? It's fine. He is still the one in control. He just has to make some accommodations. It's part of the plan.

And after all, he is also benefitting from his little shopping trip. The brat wants to cook tonight. He has been watching the Food Channel a lot those last few days and wants to try a recipe he saw there. And Sukuna knows that the boy is a good cook. So if it means getting an exquisite homemade meal, Sukuna is ok with going shopping, or as the brat calls it, contributing to the household.

When he gets back, he is greeted by a smiling Yuuji.

"See, it wasn't that bad, was it?"

The brat looks far too smug, but Sukuna just laughs and lets himself get pushed against the fridge, smirking when Yuuji presses a kiss onto his lips.

Yuuji's tongue delves deep into Sukuna's mouth while eager fingers work to unbuckle Sukuna's belt and undo his pants.

He receives a mindblowing blow job right there, leaning against the fridge, his hands tangled in Yuuji's hair while the boy slurps devotedly on Sukuna's cock, with spit running so lovely down his chin, rewarding Sukuna for being a responsible member of this household.

Sukuna always assumed he would never understand love. And if someone could show it to him, it would be someone who held the same powerful position as he did. Another person who was at the top, sitting on a lonely throne.

He had been wrong.

Because he can see love now. He can see it in a pair of sparkling golden eyes full of warmth and affection when they look at him. He can see it in a broad smile that grows even bigger than the owner of that smile catches Sukuna looking.

He can feel it in tight hugs and sweet kisses. He can hear it in the tender words whispered to him before falling asleep. He can see it in the hundreds of little things Yuuji does for him: A cup of hot chocolate here, a backrub there, letting Sukuna decide which movie to watch or what snacks to get.

Yuuji loves him.

He doesn't love the powerful King of Curses. He loves the man Sukuna. He knows nothing about Sukuna's power or position. The version of Sukuna that he knows is stripped of all those things. He doesn't know that Sukuna could make the world his and give Yuuji anything he could ever wish for.

He only knows his boyfriend Kuna. The man who lives in that penthouse with him. The man who watches movies with him and goes on morning runs with him. And Yuuji loves that man. The man that Sukuna is behind his titles and riches.

It's all based on a lie, of course.

Sukuna isn't that man.

But Yuuji doesn't know any better. He doesn't know what Sukuna did and how he hurt Yuuji and the people close to him in the past. He doesn't know about the death and destruction Sukuna brings with him anywhere he goes.

Itadori Yuuji is just a naive boy who loves with his whole heart. The very heart that Sukuna once ripped out of his chest and threw away like it was trash.

But Yuuji doesn't know that.

Is this fate's irony? That Sukuna finally found the one who can teach him about love, but it will shatter the moment the truth comes out?

"Kuna? Baby? Are you ok? You have that look in your eyes again."

Warm hands cup Sukuna's cheeks tenderly as the boy slips onto his lap and straddles him. There is genuine worry in his golden eyes as he looks at Sukuna.

Sukuna smiles at him. He can't tell if it is a genuine or fake smile. The lines are getting blurred lately. His arms wrap around the boy automatically, holding him safely in his embrace.

"I'm ok, don't worry, darling. Just thinking about the past."

Yuuji nods as if understanding what Sukuna means. His golden eyes wander over Sukuna's face, and gentle fingers trace the black tattoed lines until they reach the scars under Sukuna's eyes. The ones where his second pair of eyes used to be when he was still in his true form. The same scars the brat used to have when they still shared a body. Yuuji's fingertips brush gently over those scars, caressing them carefully.

"Where did you get those scars? Was it some ritual stuff of your family? Like some initiation? Did it hurt? My poor baby."

He leans closer, and his warm breath brushes lightly over Sukuna's cheeks.

"You probably had a rough past, Kuna. And I wish I could go back in time and make it alright for you. I wish I could take away all the pain you experienced. I wish I could have been by your side back then and protected you."

And then his lips land on Sukuna's skin, soft and tender. But it feels as if they burn Sukuna's skin. Yuuji is kissing his scars. And Sukuna can't breathe.

Yuuji's touch is so gentle, and yet it breaks Sukuna more than any violence all his enemies combined have thrown his way.

Has anyone ever wanted to protect him? To save him? It's an insane thought. He came into this world as the strongest, too powerful, too dangerous. Even his mother had feared him. And that's how it had stayed his whole life. People feared him or saw him as a source of power they could use to their advantage. Sukuna was always meant for great things. A new era. A new King. A new God. A monster so powerful it could rule the whole world.

He had never needed saving. It's a thought so ridiculous! As if someone as powerful as Sukuna needed saving! As if someone like him needed a stupid hero!

And yet, a small voice in Sukuna whispers that it may have been different if Yuuji had been there in his past. Maybe things would have gone a very different way. Maybe there could have been another life for him. A life where strength and absolute power weren't the only things he knew. If anyone in this world could have saved Sukuna, it would probably really have been the brat with his stupid, naive heart so full of love.

The brat is getting more restless lately. The morning runs in the park aren't enough anymore. So Sukuna starts taking him on short trips to coffee shops and bakeries. And soon, he finds himself loosening his restraints on the boy. At this point, he knows that Yuuji will always come back to him.

It's even sweeter than having him locked up in the penthouse like a prisoner. It gives Sukuna a deep satisfaction to see the boy willingly come back home to him with a broad smile and his arms full of snacks he bought for their movie nights.

And he always pulls Sukuna into a tight hug after his return, snuggling into his arms, clinging to him as if he feels that dull ache in his chest, too, when they are too far apart. He probably experiences that phantom pain, too. But even without it, he is so smitten with Sukuna that he would never leave.

Such a sweet victory. The brat could run, but he doesn't want to.

Sukuna sighs and gets up from the couch, slowly strolling over to the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes narrow as he gazes down at the park and then lets his gaze wander over the seemingly endless streets and buildings under him.

Tokyo. Such a big city filled with so many souls, with so much warm flesh and life. A kingdom fitting for a King like him. A huge pot for him to stir. All those lost souls, caught in the loneliness and stress of modern life. He could give them something to pray for. He could be their God. He could make this city bow to him, collectively bringing all its citizens to their knees, worshipping and fearing him.

He could have all that. But he isn't even interested in it anymore, strangely. All his eyes search for in that sea of nameless bodies is that familiar shade of pink.

Two hours pass. The sun is beginning to set, casting a pink and orange glow over the city.

No sign of the brat.

The hollow feeling in Sukuna's chest is growing in intensity.

Where are you?

Did Sukuna misjudge the situation? Did the boy decide to run after all?

The shrill ringing of the phone pulls him out of his thoughts. He hears Uraume answer it, hears them sounding surprised, and then soft footsteps approach Sukuna.

Uraume bows deeply before him,

"Excuse me, Master Sukuna, this was a call from the hospital. Apparently, Master Yuuji was injured, and they called to let you know that he is up and wants to go home. But they won't let him leave on his own."

And just like that, Sukuna's vision goes blurry. Black spots dance before his eyes. The world is out of focus. His blood is rushing loudly in his ears, and his heart is hammering too fast in his chest.

"Master Sukuna?"

Sukuna manages to focus his gaze on Uraume. He nods curtly, shoving his shaking hands deeply into the pockets of his black suit pants. An indifferent smirk lifts his lips, but he thinks he can hear a strained note in his low voice when he replies,

"Alright, thank you, Uraume. Get the car, please. Let's pick that annoying brat up, then. That boy is nothing but trouble."

His jaw clenches painfully once his loyal servant has left the penthouse to get the car.

Fucking brat! What did you do?

Sukuna hastily grabs his suit jacket and shrugs into it while striding toward the elevator with large, hurried steps. The ride to the ground floor takes too long. Sukuna groans, one hand tugging at his tie. Why is it so hard to breathe in here?

When Sukuna strides down the brightly lit hospital corridor, he can already hear the brat's indignant voice carry to his ears, arguing with the nurse.

Sukuna stops in the open doorway, glancing at the hospital bed where Itadori is sitting, shirtless, with a large bandage wrapped around one shoulder and his ribcage. His tan skin is littered with bruises and scratches.

Sukuna feels as if someone landed a punch in his guts.

"Yuuji."

The boy turns his head, and Sukuna's heart constricts when their eyes meet across the room.

"Kuna! They won't let me go home! I told them several times I was ok, but they refuse to let me go!"

Sukuna is the one who closes the distance between them and pulls Yuuji into his arms. His embrace is too tight, but he cannot make himself loosen his hold on his brat. He needs that throbbing ache in his chest to go away. He needs his brat pressed to his body as close as possible to make sure he is ok. To make sure that what belongs to Sukuna is still intact.

He is already using his reverse cursed technique, intentionally, this time, mending Yuuji's wounds, taking all the pain away from him.

His lips move against the boy's temple, his voice sounding strange to his own ears,

"What happened? Are you alright?"

Yuuji nods while his arms wrap around Sukuna, and he nuzzles his face against Sukuna's neck,

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm glad you came here so fast. I just want to go home. It's just a scratch anyway."

At this point, the nurse clears her throat loudly.

"I wouldn't call that just a scratch! He got into a fight and got a stab wound in his shoulder that needed stitches. We advised him to stay here overnight, but he is adamant about going home. I can only let him go if you attest that you will stay with him at all times for the next 24 hours."

Sukuna doesn't even hear the second part. His mind starts spinning when he hears the words stab wound. Hot anger fills him, making him hug Yuuji even tighter. What a mockery that someone attacked Yuuji with a knife, of all things! Sukuna is the Master of a slashing technique! He is the one who slashed the brat open in the past, who severed his limbs from him several times just for the fun of it. But now, someone else cut Yuuji's skin open and drew blood from him! Sukuna is breathing heavily. How dare anyone touch what's his! How dare anyone lay a finger on his brat!

His voice is cold, barely able to hide the fury that's raging through him,

"How did this happen?"

Yuuji looks sheepishly up at him,

"Um, well, this kid got jumped by those three guys. I saw it happen, so what was I supposed to do? I went over to help him, of course!"

The nurse's face softens, and she nods,

"That was very kind of you but also dangerous."

Sukuna's fingers twist in the back of Yuuji's hair.

"Where are those guys?"

He will make sure they suffer before he ends their useless little lives.

"Already at the police station."

Sukuna wants to go after them, splatter their brains all over the floor, and make them choke on their own blood.

Yuuji groans slightly, his hands grabbing Sukuna's jacket tightly, probably feeling dizzy from the blood loss. And Sukuna realizes, to his astonishment, that instead of getting revenge, another matter is more important to him at the moment. The urge to hold Yuuji, to cup his cheek and make him tilt his head up so Sukuna can inspect his face. So Sukuna can see those beautiful golden eyes look back at him with that bright sparkle of life in them. So he can caress that soft skin and see the loving smile on the brat's lips.

His gaze doesn't leave Yuuji's as he tells the nurse,

"He's coming home with me. Hand me the papers I need to sign."

They leave the hospital shortly after, walking towards the parking lot with Sukuna's arm wrapped tightly around Yuuji's waist, keeping him close to his side.

He sits in the back with Yuuji on the drive home, holding his hand, unable to take his gaze away from the pastel pink hair and the pretty face of his former vessel. The dull ache of the missing soulbond is gone now that they are so close again, but to Sukuna's dismay, something still doesn't feel right. His chest feels too tight, and his heart feels too heavy.

"Don't ever do something so reckless again. Promise me you won't get yourself into danger like that again!"

He doesn't know where the words come from. Is this part of the role he is playing? The worried boyfriend? He cannot remember making the conscious decision to say those words.

Yuuji bites his lips,

"I'm sorry for worrying you, baby. But I had to help. I couldn't just walk away."

Of course, you couldn't. Even without your memories, you are still the stupid, selfless hero through and through.

Sukuna doesn't sleep that night.

He lies awake in the king-sized bed with Yuuji snuggled into his arms. Thoughts keep racing through his mind while his chest and throat still feel tight, making it feel like he can't breathe.

He cannot remember feeling this way before, but now, in the quiet of the night, he has time to analyze it and realizes that he recognizes those signs. He has seen them before. Short, fast breath, fingers stiff and clenched into claws, eyes wide open and unblinking. He has seen this a thousand times before, just never on himself, only on his victims.

He knows what this is.

Fear.

Sukuna's body is in a state of panic. Something he has never experienced firsthand before.

And the most troubling thing about this is that he knows exactly what triggered this.

The brat got hurt.

Sukuna could have lost Yuuji. And the thought of that sent him spiraling.

He grits his teeth angrily. It's ironic how he spent years wishing the boy death and ruin so Sukuna could finally break free, only to now cling to Yuuji desperately, afraid to let go of him in fear of feeling him slip through his fingers and dissolve into thin air.

When did it come to this? How did this happen?

Sukuna can't find an answer to those questions that race through his mind. But he lies awake the whole night listening to the soft inhale and exhale of the boy in his arms. His hand comes to rest on Yuuji's chest right above his heart. Sukuna's fingers sprawl possessively over the defined muscles of the boy's chest, feeling the reassuring constant thrum of Yuuji's strong heart, silently counting every beat.

Thank you so much for reading Chapter 9!! Big bad Sukuna panicking when Yuuji gets injured makes my heart happy ;) Did you notice when Kuna suddenly thought of Yuuji as "his brat" instead of "the brat"? I cried so much while writing that. It's the little things sometimes that make me emotional. My fave scene to write was where Yuuji kisses Sukuna's scars, though. That has always been something I NEEDED to write for Sukuita, and it makes me so weak. The thought of someone treating Sukuna with such tenderness makes me sob!! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and that it could make you emotional, too. Thank you so much to everyone who keeps reading every update! It means so much to me to share this story with you! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

[melodygatesauthor]

OK being brave here I have a thing about red lipstick, and sucking cock and it gets everywhere over your lips the cock and balls their stomach, thighs and public area. So I was thinking the other day I don't wear make-up alot but when I do my hubby does nuts. So I was daydreaming about either the moon boys but especially Jake for some reason reacting the same way when he sees you wearing red lippy. P.s I know I'm weird lol 😆

Paint it Red

Jake Lockley X f!Reader

MINI THIS FUCKING PROMPT THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. OMG. I hope I did it justice because WOW. So hot lol.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, oral m receiving, cum eating, blowjob, makeup, messy makeup

Word Count: 483

You knew you were in for it the moment Jake got home from a long night driving the cab and he saw you in that red lipstick. You didn’t wear it every night, but whenever he was irritated, you knew it would make him happy to see you in it.

And oh it did. Within seconds of walking through the door he had you on your knees with his cock buried in your throat; you gagging and choking over the length of it. Saliva coated his thighs and pubic area the longer he fucked your mouth.

“Fuck…bebita, you look so good. Look at those pretty red lips.” He cooed, looking down at you.

You looked up at him, eyes leaking from the gagging you’d been enduring. You noticed the next time you got closer to his pubic hair that his thighs were marked with the red makeup you’d adorned just for him. When you pulled back, you saw that his length was also covered in lipstick.

“Mm. Keep painting me all red like that amor.” Jake urged.

He put a hand on the back of your head and fucked into your mouth harder. You must’ve looked like a mess, lipstick all over your face, mascara running down your cheeks, drool dripping down your chin and onto your chest. Jake was simply beaming when you looked up at him, proud of himself for defiling you this way.

“Keep your mouth open bebita.” He ordered, pulling your head back off his cock.

Jake pursed his lips, dropping a glob of spit into your mouth. He took his free hand and wrapped it around his girth before putting his balls over your lips.

“I wanna be covered in it, keep going amor.” He grunted hungrily the moment your mouth closed over his skin gently.

He started jerking his cock while you kept working on his balls, taking one in your mouth at a time, slurping over them sloppily. Jake’s head flew back. Your lips made a pop sound as you released one of his testicles and admired it. You wondered how much lipstick was left on your face given the amount you’d transferred onto his skin.

“Don’t stop, I’m…I’m almost there.” He urged, pulling your head back to his balls once more.

He started jerking himself faster, fist nearly brushing against your nose while he did. You moaned again grabbing his hips and burying your nose into his balls, inhaling the smell of his musk while you lazily sucked them. Jake’s thighs tensed under your palms and his sack tightened on your lips. Hot spurts of cum hit you in the face, you loved the way it felt, and even more the way it tasted as you pulled a glob into your mouth and swallowed.

Jake let out a sigh of relief, “good job bebita. Now, time for you to make a mess of my face.”

Melody's Birthday Celebration

Celebration Masterlist

[changbinslovelylegs]

Incentive

Pairing: Wooyoung (dom) x San (sub) ateez

WC: 1368

Warnings: Smut, language, voilence, slight blood, orgasm denial/delay, bondage, nipple play, mean dom sir woo, whiney sub san

Based off of woosan trailer and bouncy mv

Woosan live in a van and are low on money, but San has always been a good fighter which is why he has the brilliant idea to become a boxer, and Wooyoung has the brilliant idea to bet on those fights so they not only win prize money but bet money as well. The catch is Wooyoung always wants to fuck San for a job well done, and he only gets to cum if he won. (Might make this a sort of stand alone series because I have many ideas based off of this comeback!)

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"I'm so close" San was a withering mess from underneath Wooyoung, his legs shaking, whole body sweating, and moaning from left to right as the one above him pounded him into next week.

The van's tinted windows were fogging up, no doubt from the explicit activities that were happening inside. Wooyoung smirked at Sans comment, slowing down so that he didn't go over the edge.

"Oh, your close are you?" Wooyoung mocked, reviling in the way his answer made San whine loudly and shake his head.

The rules were simple: win the fight, you get to cum, loose the fight, and you do not. An incentive Wooyoung himself came up with to help San win more fights because he would be excited that he gets to cum later, and they would get more money.

"Please sir please! I need to cum!" San is right there, if only he had permission.

"Did you win the fight tonight kitten?" Wooyoung places his hands over San's which are bound together by pink fluffy handcuffs, intertwining their fingers as a small sign of i've got you.

"No, but please sir wanna cum!" San was crying now, and Wooyoung was loving it, the way San tried to close his eyes and will the tears away but it was no use because they were already falling.

"Then no your not allowed to cum, you know the rules gorgeous"

"Sirrrrrrr!"

"shh kitten, just enjoy the edge while I finish ok?"

Later that night, after Wooyoung had lovingly calmed San down through cuddles and nibbling on small crackers they were planning their next fight.

San knew he was good at defending himself because he found out he had been defending himself pretty much his whole life. After his dad kicked him out for being gay at 15, he was on the run and always defending himself.

San met Wooyoung after an encounter Wooyoung was in needed someone to save him, and after finding out that they were both on the run, they decided to run together, and they've been running ever since.

Wooyoung was never much of a fighter, he preferred to hide and hope that no one would find him, San didn't mind this one bit because he loved being Wooyoung's saviour and loved any chance he got to show off how strong he is.

They worked their butts off so they could afford the van, since that sleeping in an old abandoned garage wasn't so safe they were even mugged once! Wooyoung was waiting tables while San worked the day shift at their local gas station and once enough money was saved up, they got a mini van so they could live in that and lock the doors at night.

Soon after Wooyoung had the genius idea to get San into boxing since he was already good at it, and while San fought Wooyoung would bet on the fights to try and make even more money! the plan was going well so far and they almost had enough money for a down payment on their own apartment!

"Have you ever fought against Seo Changbin?" Wooyoung queried, scrolling through the mans instagram while slurping up instant ramen at the same time.

"No I don't think so, why?" San had his own cup of instant ramen, since most nights it was all they could afford for dinner.

"Well it's gonna happen next week, I got in touch with Bang Chan his manager and asked if we could have a match!"

"Sounds fun, I'll hit the gym in the morning"

"I might actually join you, do some light weights or walk on the treddy" Just because Wooyoung didn't know how to fight didn't mean he didn't wanna be healthy.

"You tryna rope me in for some gym sex? get all worked up and then work me out?" San joked, nudging him slightly.

"HA! you wish" Wooyoung nudged him back, but then gave in and gave San a sweet kiss which may or have may not lead to a little make out session.

When next week rolled around, San was more than ready for the fight! He had gone to the gym every day to train, getting strong as he heard Changbin was going to be a tough opponent.

The crowd was going wild as they both entered the ring, intense rap music playing in the back ground to hype everyone up as if they weren't already hyped.

Wooyoung could be seen off to the side sly-ly taking money from others as he was betting on san to win, and if he did win everyone who said he wouldn't, wouldn't get their money back.

"You got this baby, kick his ass!" Wooyoung was cheering from below, just as the bell rang to signal the start of the match.

Changbin was good, San had to admit, with the corner of his mouth bleeding and left eye pulsing from being punched there, Changbin was defiantly good.

"Water" San croaked out as the halftime bell rang, walking back over to Wooyoung. He sat down on a stool as water was squirted into his mouth, some not making it and dripping on his clothes but he didn't care.

"Where does it hurt?" Wooyoung got straight to it as they only had 5 minutes.

"My left eye is pulsing, my left shoulder kinda kills and wherever you see blood I guess" San breathed deeply, closing his eyes as Wooyoung tended to him, a wet rag wiping all over to get rid of most of the blood. Wooyoung gave San's left shoulder a small massage in the small amount of time they have left.

"I love you, and I'll be proud of you no matter what ok?" San leaned down to kiss his lips in thanks, always basking in his lovers praise.

"Love you too Woo, so fucking much" and with that the bell rang again signalling halftime was up.

It turned out San was better, somehow landing punch after punch after punch. So many punches he ended up knocking Changbin out. The crowd went wild again after San won, chanting his name as he was given the belt.

No one was more proud of San than Wooyoung though, smiling heavily as he basked in how much money they won. Sadly more people thought that San wouldn't win as he didn't win last time, but that only meant more money for them when he eventually did win so in the end he never let it get to him.

"So proud of my kitten, you did so well tonight" Wooyoung praised as he was once again pounding away.

San could only moan in response, as words were too hard for him at the moment. He gripped at the sheets and whined, no longer being able to lay still.

"aw does my kitten like this hmm?" Wooyoung continued to lightly stroke San's cock with one hand and use the other to pinch one of his nipples.

"Sir! oh fuck" San cried out from the sudden sting to his nipples.

"Are you close?"

"So fucking close, sir please!"

"Hmm, maybe, if you beg me prettily enough" Wooyoung knew the rules too, San did win which meant he did get to cum, that didn't mean he couldn't taunt San a little first. He continued to tweak each nipple and smirked each time it made San whine.

"Please sir let me cum, I've been so good, I wanna cum so badly please!" San was shaking with need, whole body buzzing.

"alright gorgeous, you can cum now" and it was all San needed to let out a weeks worth of pent up load.

Hot and white and intense, had San screaming into the nearest pillow so that no one outside the van may have heard him.

"Ok kitten come here, you did so well come here" Wooyoung brought San into his arms, swaying them back and forth as he waited for San to come down.

It always took a few minutes as Wooyoung hardly ever went soft on San, but he happily waited all the time San needed. Wooyoung was just happy he had someone to hold and care for, and San was just as happy to be held.

[uchihaharlot]

please please please please please more thoughts on shisui sucking his own fat cock that was so fucking hot every time i think about it i get so w 🤣❤️❤️

As you wish. I see Shisui and cock in the same sentence, who am I to ignore the salacious whims of my people? 😈

NSFW; the finer details of Uchiha Shisui sucking himself dry;

— So how did he he even get in this position? 😂 The origins of when Shisui started giving himself head are so long ago, Shisui just had to give in to the impulse. Life is short, it’s not like people weren’t using shadow clones to fuck around. Everyone who learned the technique eventually got curious. Shisui chalks it up the way Kanye West does — ‘only good gon’ come is this good when I’m coming.’ So yea.

— Let’s not lie, he’s a horny bastard. He’s even shoved his fingers in his own ass and milked himself while doing this, though that’s a topic for another time. The first time he slipped his drippy cock in his mouth — legs bent over his head, it was scary actually. Worried he would suffocate himself. ‘This is what girls see?’ He actually gained a new appreciation for the blow job. How much work actually went into it, and well, practice makes perfect.

— It was better than his hand, no lie. Shisui was so sweaty and breathless from the combination of being bent like a pretzel and the euphoria that was his cock in his mouth. He came fast too, probably too fast — which raised a new dilemma for him.

— The first time he tasted his own cum he choked, literally. Went down his windpipe because it straight shot and rocketed down his throat. Spit up a bit of it out his nose 🥹 The time after that he came on his face, for research purposes. Over time learned the art of swirling his tongue right before he was about to bust, which helped with the choking and created a vacuum that allowed his little Uchiha swimmers to glide down his throat. Though he really likes pearl necklaces.

— ….completely changed his diet to accommodate this little quirk of his, for a while Shisui was a solo man. Did what he had to do for a proper self face fucking. Figuring out which fruits would make him less…tart. He drew the line at salmon, since that is his favorite food — he would just skip those days. Starts each day off with a smoothie, just in case. As he has gotten older, sorry Shisui, sometimes he doesn’t have the energy to bend over so yea, ok, he might use a shadow clone of himself. It’s still innovative!!

— Despite his reputation for being the village bus stop at one point in time, this is a secret he keeps to himself…until his s/o walked in on him (recently lol). How unholy that must’ve looked. They talked about it — well, fucked it out. This woman, she is a god send, I tell you. He still thinks about her dainty fingers pressing into his ass and her hand stoking him as his lips slurped his own length.

— Other than that, there really isn’t much more to say. That time she caught him it had actually been months, and he was worried she would think he was a freak but then she said, ‘you’re talking to someone who eats your ass…’ yea, she did do that. Often too.

[assortedvillainvault]

I just got into the horned king 😭

I'm on character ai and he tries to get jiggy with it, I can not for the life of me imagine his body frfr

What do you think it'd be? Is there a canon appearance besides his bone face? 😭

I need help lol 😭

- Lucky Katsune

JJFBLFHU ok well thank you for pulling this into the forefront of my blog and brain like the result some kind of hellish lichsimp deep sea fishing reel. (positive)

Starting off with I very much understand the lure of the AI, I did some experimenting with it myself a while back - but honestly once the initial newness of it wears off its a very clunky (and dubious) tool, you're honestly going to get better entertainment from a blank word doc and a no holds barred laugh-yourself-silly discussion over discord as you write.

Secondly, onto the fun part-

(Lich anatomy with pictures and suggestive things under the cut lads, you know the drill. If you don't wanna see stuff don't click.)

The Horned King has no 'canonical' under-robe going on EXCEPT for the very brief frames shown during his death scene, in which the cauldron slurps down his clothes before making him melt and explode and godIwishthatwereme -

(I make NO APOLOGIES for my work choice here this is the HK simp blog you knew what you were getting into under the read more)

What we can see from most of the film is his face appears to be the most decomposed part of him that is visible - his hands are withered but still fully fleshed, and his forearms seem to retain a decent mount of muscle.

From the way his shoes right at the beginning of the film basically move like thick socks, it stand to reason his feet would retain a decent amount of flesh to get that rounded look. I am Not typing 'Horned King Feet' into google again so you're going to have to go without a refeence pic for now. I have limits.

That leaves us with literally everything in between.

i can't get a clearer or better quality shot so I apologise, but this is what we can glimpse mid melting:

Same greyish green tinge and leathery texture for the skin all over his torso, not to mention a decent amount of flesh left overall! His shoulders seem pretty large for a corpse (lets not forget in the books he's a hunter and a warlord) and I struggle to believe he wouldn't know how to use any of the weapons in his castle. Given we can see the curve of his back there's no reason to beleive the flesh coverage doesn't extend all the way down his legs too.

With proof out of the way now we can get onto the fun part!!

I personally like to headcannon that parts of his vertebrae and lower ribs 'peek' through his skin because the more monstrous and rotten the better in my book. He also probably got scars due to the violent job description of being a medieval warlord, undead sorcerer or not.

Corpses do tend to look a little shrink wrapped as they loose moisture and muscle mass, so he's probably on the skinnier side and his joints will protrude a little, especially the hips and knees. Heck just look at the way his hands widen from the wrist bone! That robe is for more than just warmth (wales be chilly), it's making his silhouette larger becuase when they're not swinging weapons at you or barfing up green smoke, decaying bodies actually are pretty small.

Given he's got no eyebrows and no hair peeking out from under he hood, I'd hedge a bet he's hairless all over too.

And lastly I can't find your blog so Idk if you're of an age I feel comfortable discussing NSFT with outright, but safe to say anything between his legs is fair game. You want him with an eggplant? Me too go get em. You want him like a ken doll becuase it fell off a hundred years ago and he never mentally recovered? Sure go for it I know a couple people that headconnon him that way. Skelebussy? Tentacles? Go forth and conquer my dude.

You're having fun so you can literally put whatever the hell you want under his robes as long as you're having a good time. Hope this helped!!

[kyeomyun]

It's Time For Me To Go...

pairings: child!san x child!reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff if you squint, HEAVY ANGST, thriller/horror sorta, also comfort if you squint REALLY hard

warnings: major character death (sorry), mentions of sharp objects and being in a hospital, a patient with cancer, i think that's it ;-;

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: you were lonely, he was lonely, nothing could go possibly wrong for San wanting to make a new friend during his small hospital stay, right?

::note: this was inspired from the YouTuber "Snarled" so.. yeah :))

:::note: this is a rewrite of my favorite pieces I once had on insta so... i hope you enjoy it <3

Choi San.

The last few words he heard from his mother continue to rang through his ears. A new kind of tinnitus as the words did not stop clogging his ear drums. Even when they became so tired of the constant voice.

"You're staying here for just a few days, love. I will be back after my job, ok?"

Choi San.

The boy that blames his mom. Not because of what happened. But because she left him here for too long... A little too long. Long enough to leave him to experience at first-hand what he had to withhold.

But I am getting ahead of myself.

Choi San simply just a child with such a pure and sweet heart. Such a gentleman at such a young age.

Choi San, only 7 years old, was laying on a hospital bed wearing a blue gown.

At such the fresh years of 7, it was not a major cause for him to be spending countless nights in a room that smelt like almost every element that was on the periodic table. The bed was stiff; surely stiff enough to straighten his back quite a bit. One less thing he needs to work on in the future, huh? Guessing his mom leaving him in this hell wasn't THAT bad..

The reason he even ended up with stickers with attached wire sticking to his upper body was simply because his mother grew worried of San at night.

At night where the sun would rest for hours, he would be as well. Well... until he wasn't. The sudden lack of exchange of carbon dioxide and oxygen making him jolt awake with a rapid pounding against his ribcage, heaving until his breathing became even just like before he closed his eyes. Like before he arrived home after dashing around the park, his laughs being high-pitched.

"Sleep apnea," the doctor predicted just a few weeks before San went to his sleep studies to see if this so called "Sleep apnea" was the imposter of his sleepless evenings. The cause of the eyebags that the children at his table would sometimes gawk at but he wouldn't care or pay no mind. Just simply blink lazily at the video that talked about the various costs of coins and colorful papers his mom would exchange for the seaweed soup he would slurp down on his birthdays..

Now, day 4 of his sleep studies passes on. The monitors that latch onto his body growing quite irritating to his honey-like skin, leaving angry red marks that signs irritation.

But even though his skin felt as if fire ants munched onto it until they got their fill,  there was always one pondering thought that restlessly jogged San's mind.

Who was the person behind those curtains?

You see, San laid in a room full of other children as well. but there is one secluded space where the curtains would be drawn opened and he would see.. a child.

The child would just lay there, playing with their small fingers and would sometimes return back San curious gaze and stare whenever they senses his eyes.

But most of the time, they would just watch the other kids play around.

Today was nothing out of the norm, but today was the day where San would let this jogging question rush out of his mouth and into the wilderness. He needed to know or else his nights would not be disrupted by just his respiratory struggles.

"Ms.Park?" started the boy. His voice almost small like his figure that has now left his body dent in the hospital tough mattress.

He waited for her small hum before he continued on. "Who are they and why do your eyes always seem red after you leave their room?" his finger darted towards the window which the girl was clearly seen, fingers nipping the skin a bit.

Forgot to add, yes, San did take note of the puffy skin below the nurses moist eyes. Eyes heavily irritated by the stinging of salty tears that she prevented to leave any further than the tip of her cheekbones.

"Ah..." she sighed. the dreadful tone made San turn towards her. "That's y/n. They have been here for a while." She responded back to the curious young boy. But this sparked something in San.

"Can I go play with them? They must be lonely.." Ms.Park cracked a gentle smile, allowing San to boost up on his feet and make his way towards the small room where heart monitors beeped and many sharp tools were kept put away.

"Hello!" San beamed right after he stepped foot into your room.

Your eyes lit up. As if you didn't have that contact that you longed for since... forever. That longing being in arms distance now made your heart glow gold to actually talk to someone who.. seemed about your age at least.

For the past 4 months, you have only responded with short "yes" or "no" and majority of the time, the topic at hand was just not something a 1st grader like you would not even ponder about.  It's not like you were prohibited to make contact with anyone. Children that often judge before action just never thought to strike a date for playing with dolls or simply just exchanging names and interests.

You would sometimes give the kids a small wave but they would never wave back.

So having someone here willingly was almost like the dream you wanted for the past months.

"Hi.." you responded back in almost a whisper. San stepped even closer to you, his dimpled smile making you beam. He didn't seem.. judging.. of you like the other kids.

The other kids would always look at you as if you were some kind of alien. Maybe because of the loss of hair? Maybe because you were the only one in a room by yourself? Maybe because of the clear breathing monitor that was plunged into your nose? But other children had that machine to and was still accepted. You never knew.

"Do you want to play with me?" The small boy quired you and you didn't waste anytime agreeing to the offer.

Playing means talking.

Playing means friends.

You missed having friends.

You liked having friends.

Afterall, this is what you craved for.

San cheered, his smiled only getting bigger. If that was even possible. His eyes turned into crescents as he quickly ran out.

You were confused. But before you could overthink this situation, san ran back in with an adorable stuffed animal.

"This is Shiber!" The dimpled boy exclaimed, placing  the stuffed animal next to you. "Shiber is now your friend too!"

You smiled. This is the most happiness you ever felt.

As for San, this day marks where his childhood began to go downhill. The day where his gut wants him to push away his mother as if she was some kind of acid just waiting to soak into his skin and kill his many organs.

As days went by, San would always come in and talk to you. Stories about his school, where he met his best friend he calls Wooyoung. You would sit and listen, slowly opening up to him yourself. Even on some nights, he would sneak into your room and just snuggle next to you.

There was once instance, the moonlight creeping through the large window pane that stood high and gave the therapeutic view of grass that swayed along with the spinning dandelions that begged for attention from the world.

San was up, debating if he should risk his mother being alerted by Ms.Park but it was only one time. One time would not hurt that much. Plus, being a little rebellious was the trend nowadays so... just one time. To join the trend.

He was quick to rip off the monitors. Small hisses and whimpers escaping his chapped lips. He made sure to massage the red marks, calming down the irritated skin for it can stop punishing him for his half-hearted actions.

Then he was off to your room.

You were drifted off as well. Your room was still and collected, just like your figure that slowly rose and fell with slow breaths.

San was careful. Extremely careful not to tip over the rolling desk that held scaples, scissors, and many more sharp potential weapons that will cause a commotion within just seconds of clanging down onto the solid ground.

This was the moment San knew his attachment on you was special. As if his phone cable finally found the perfect angle to fill his phone with juice.

The moment San replaced Shiber with you in his arms and slipping Shiber between yours.

If only his mother came to discharge him just a bit earlier, this bond with you would have never existed.

Day 6, it was bedtime for all the children. As San was asleep, he was soon awoken by a small hand shaking him slightly.

He glanced up and saw.. you. You stared down at him.

"Y/n? What are you doing?"

"I need you to come with me. It's scary."

Of course, San body was still in rest mode. His body still felt light and heavy at the same time. As if a weightless brick used all its force to shove him down. But it surely didn't take long for him to notice that.. the rest of the kids were gone. Him and you the only kids present in the room.

San was pure hearted. So anything you would ask him, he would go along with it. Even with this strange request so late in the night.

So San got up on his feet and unconsciously grabbed your hand. You then dragged him with you, down until you reached the hospital halls.

The halls were... empty. No one was around.

Usually the halls will have doctors monitoring or even some with their bags, ready to leave for the night. Or even security guards to watch for the night and do their hourly hallway sweep to make sure what you and San was doing never happens.  But it was quiet and... unsettling.

To add on to the strangeness, the clocks were all stuck at 9:09 pm.

You began to walk down the long hallway, not looking back at the boy you were currently dragging along with you. But San was just utterly confused.

It was when you halted, the boy almost running into you head on but was quick enough to hit his brakes as well, his feet screeching the floor. Glancing up, the two doors where patients come and go awaited you both.

"It's time for me to go.." Your voice was almost as dark as the hospital. But not menacingly. The dark that has locked up memories just waiting to be upheld and clouds that are ready to break before the thunders clash.

San just tilted his head, you soon turning around and facing him.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just.. time for me to go. Is it time for you to go? Did he tell you?"

"W-What are you talking about? I can just come with you!"

You shook your head. That made san smile slightly falter. His heart almost dropping. He already attached himself to you within these past few days so even hearing that you will leave the hospital so soon almost made him tear up.

"No. It's not your turn. You have to wait for your turn." you spoke.

"Will it be my turn when you come back?"

You shook your head once again, tears starting to form but just like Ms.Park, you never let them spill.

"You have to go back now."

"We are.. still going to play together tomorrow right? Shiber misses you.."

You shrugged. simply just responding back.

"Go back. Now."

San turned back, the halls seeming.. more.. dark. Darker than before. But as he turned back around, you were no where to be found.

No footsteps signaled when you began to strut towards the large doors or even the shallow sound of when the doors slowly closed.

But San was getting creeped out with the darkness of the empty hospital and quickly made his way back to the room where children were supposed to be.

Then again, he glanced back at the clock. The time now on 9:10 pm.

He didn't waste anytime and laid down in bed, soon drifting off to sleep again.

The morning came and.. the kids were back. everyone was back. He blinked a couple times but it didn't take him long to notice that your curtains were now closed.

Confused, he began to tip toe over. He heard someone.. crying. but it wasn't Ms.Park as he expected.

It was another female.

"They died at 9:10 pm last night. I am so sorry.."

San was.. Shocked. Lost. Heartbroken when the realization and your words from last night sunk in.

"It's time for me to go." He recalled.

And the time. 9:10. when you suddenly disappeared from his sight.  The last time he would ever see you again.

As he walked back to his bed slugging slightly, he grabbed ahold of shiber, tears falling from his face.

"I guess.. they can't play with us no more, shiber.."

Now... it's not completely his mom fault. She didn't know you nor would she have even tooken notice of you.

But the moment you left...

Part of him left as well.

I guess you will forever have a part of him. A part that will never come back.

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[madaboutmunson]

The Drive-In - Part 3

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"Expecting someone else, Harrington?" Eddie raises an eyebrow and grins smugly at him.

Steve's is still firmly pressed against his door window. His large hands splayed out over the handle and armrest. His eyebrows are raised, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted as it huffs out an exhale, and the expression crumples into fury.

"Yes! Yes, of-fucking-course I was expecting someone else! I-I-I don't go around whis-...er...talking to guys like that!" Steve fumbles over his words in panic as he attempts to stare down Eddie and peels himself away from the door, gesturing with his hands in alarm.

Eddie senses blood in the water. He could, if he wanted to really push Steve's buttons on this, but he was saving it for leverage.

Steve turns around in his seat away from Eddie and stares down at the steering wheel, "Get. Out." Steve says firmly.

"Well, here's the thing, Harrington. If I go out there, I'll have five of your little asshole proteges beat me into next week, but in here, I only have to deal with one" Eddie puts on his seatbelt and folds his arms, "So, you know, I'm just gonna stay put. K?"

"No! No! Not K! Definitely not K. Get out of my fucking car, Munson. I swear to Christ I'll call them over myself," Steve animatedly exclaims, turning back towards him, but Eddie hears that little drop in tone. He's bluffing.

Eddie thinks for a moment and turns back to Steve to test the theory, "You'd really send me back out there, to my doom, Harrington?" and shoots him the most endearing big eyes he can.

Then something improbable happens. Steve blinks a few times, sighs, and his posture drops, like it just gave up, "Look, just don't be so dramatic about it, ok?"

A big smile spreads across Eddie's face, causing Steve to point at him, "And you can stop that too. You've won nothing. I just happen to be a good guy, a great guy, in fact, who doesn't want ANYONE, not just you, getting hurt."

Eddie, still smiling from ear to ear, nods in understanding.

Steve grabs a blanket from the back seat and tosses it at Eddie, "At least try to hide, dumbass!"

Eddie quickly grabs a hair tie from his pocket and puts his hair in a high ponytail, reclines back in the seat, covering himself from the nose down in the blanket.

The car is silent, apart from Steve's occasional popcorn munching or soda slurping or Eddie's stomach growling. Both of them reclined back in their respective chairs, half watching the movie and half looking out of the windows—Steve for his lost date, Eddie for his pursuers.

Eddie feels his shoulder get bumped as Steve thrusts the bag of popcorn at him, mumbling poutily, "Here, I'm done anyway. Popcorn here always sucks." Eddie squirrels the popcorn under his blanket and begins snacking on it. He has no idea what kind of god-sent popcorn Steve is used to eating, but this was delicious.

"There's some soda here too. Ice is mostly melted, though, so it's watered down" Steve waves vaguely at the drink in the center console.

For a few minutes, they are in mostly silence again, except it's Eddie's food noises this time. He was shoveling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth at a time, or glugging down the soda. Steve was right, it was watery as hell, but it did the job.

Eddie looks over at Steve. He really wasn't like Eddie remembered at school. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was almost like someone in a King Steve outfit, like, the look and the impersonation was absolutely bang on, but when not engaged directly he seemed flat, melancholy. If this weren't King Steve, Eddie would definitely interpret this as pining of some sort.

As the little group of varsity jackets makes their nth loop around this line of cars, Eddie reaches for his lunch box under the blanket and pulls out a pre-rolled, and holds it up to Steve.

"Don't know what's eating you, dude, but er...I tend to find these help," Eddie tries gently.

Steve turns to Eddie with a sneer already locked and loaded, "What is eating me is that you are still in my fucking car, Munson!"

"Hey man, I'm just trying to be neighborly here! Jesus Christ!" Eddie yells back and puts it away.

"I fucking heard him! MUNSON? FREAK?! WHERE ARE YOU? I KNOW YOU'RE HERE SOMEWHERE," Eddie heard Jason's voice ring out, and it was getting closer. He fucking hated this. Being a scaredy cat. He could totally take Jason, but not with his cronies around.

Eddie looks in the side mirror and can see them approaching Steve's car.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit," Eddie mutters under the blanket quietly, unclipping his seatbelt.

Steve starts looking around frantically. Eddie looks longingly into the backseat, which is where he should have hidden, to begin with, then an idea hits him.

"Hold me, Harrington," he says, launching himself towards Steve. Eddie isn't sure if it's the years of sports that do it, but instinctively Steve's arms open and receive him into his chest like a football pass. Still, before Steve can protest, the Tigers are at his window, and Eddie is nothing but a blanket with a set of eyes and a ponytail.

Jason leans down to the window, and Steve grabs some of the blanket over his own lap.

"Carver?" Steve says in the most annoyed bitchy tone that Eddie thinks might even rival his own.

"Sorry to bother you, Harr-" Jason starts cooly before Steve cuts him off.

"Make it fucking snappy, junior I'm kinda busy here. You're killing the mood, yeah?" Eddie had never seen Steve act before, but he was doing a pretty good job of being pissed off. Worryingly maybe this wasn't acting at all, and Steve was simply channeling his anger for Eddie at Jason.

Jason leans on the door and peers through the window, and Eddie notices Steve's Adam's apple bob nervously. Eddie's heart is pounding in his chest, and he is about to take flight out of the passenger door when Jason throws one of his big beaming grins directly at Eddie, "Sorry, Miss, didn't see you there."

Eddie gives a high-pitched giggle from under the blanket and a dainty finger wave. Jason fires back a wink at Eddie and turns back to Steve, "Nice! Anyway, you don't happen to have seen that freak Munson skulking around here, have you?"

Steve peels Jason's fingers off his car, the sneer of disdain still affixed to his face, "Firstly, Why would you give a shit what that creepy little loser is doing?" Steve says venomously, earning him a pinch in the ribs from Eddie, who promptly gets a thump in the arm in return. "Secondly, it's late. He'll be making drops at parties. Pretty sure I saw him piss off in a car not long ago."

"Eddie drives a van, not a car." Jason looks puzzled.

Steve looks at him in disbelief and looks back at the others, "I sincerely hope you aren't the brains of this operation. I know he drives a van, dipshit!"

Now, this...this is the Steve that Eddie remembers, but this time Eddie was loving it. He could see Jason's bravado crumbling right in front of his eyes, and it was delicious.

"Sorry...er...do you know which car it was?" Jason says meekly.

Steve blinks a few times, "Now let me think...was it?...no...oh wait...yeah...that's right. It was I-don't-give-a-fuck's car. You know he's friends with piss-off-you-fucking-loser." Steve delivers this completely deadpan, and Eddie can almost see Jason's ego shatter to dust.

"You know, as captain, you could be doing way better things with your Saturday evening than chasing a guy around a drive-in. It's a bad look, guys. Also...fuck off!" Steve finishes and winds up his window, completely turning his attention away from Jason and back to the movie.

Eddie watches them walk out of sight, and their truck soon drives past them out of the drive-in. All he had to do now was get the van sorted and he was home free. Safe and sound. Injury free.

"Erm...Eddie," Steve says, interrupting Eddie's thoughts. Eddie detects a hint of nervousness.

"Yeah?" He says, looking up at Steve.

"You can...um...you can let go of me now" Steve raises his hands in the air slowly to draw Eddie's attention to where his own is. As Eddie's eyes travel to his own arms, he realizes they are clasped around Steve's waist.

[naffeclipse]

Hi, Naff! I caught up with the Vampire chapters and I gotta say, having the context about what the hunter has said and knowing that there is a bad ending side chapter in the way I gotta say: you are gonna DESTROY us with this one aren't you? Because I have SO many thoughts on how that could go. But first I will comment on the canon chapters themselves!

I like how you are upping the difficulty for y/n. First we had cryptids that were more wild than anything, but they have been increasing in inteligence and capacity of reasoning, now getting to the Vampires that are willing to hunt in pairs, and even if they are murderous, they show they have a bond with the other. (Also the hypocrisy of the female being horrified at Sun and Moon feeding on the male one XD Like ma'am are you listening to yourself?). And also I like that while Sun and Moon are a safety net they don't know is there, they actually did a lot that made the hunter's job more difficult this time. The most important bit being the detector. They would have immediately known there were two vampires and where they were, and would have indeed finished before nightfall as they had predicted. Even if emotionally distracted, arguing with Sun constantly probably cost them precious seconds that would have let them end the male vampire and maybe they would have only have to dealt with the female vampire (though it's good Sun was there because even if that had been the case, the female vampire might have taken them by surprise), but also the fact that they were so preocupied with the vessel was a problem because their attention was divided. And of course, the fact that they were freaking out about the demonic presence "threatening" Moon was what allowed the female vampire to jump and bite them. Hard lessons learned for Sun and Moon at the cost of almost losing their heart. They think they know better but in trying to conceal their identity, they took away some of y/n's own fangs and claws. Loved the sweet resolution though, with them taking such tender care of their hunter while they were recovering.

Ok, now for the angsty vampire y/n thoughts. (Warning for dark, because kind of inevitable with the subject matter) OOF. Their intentions are very clear if they were to get infected. But like the absolute refusal of Sun and Moon to let them go through with it? Could take a lot of directions. The one that has some bittersweert hope is that they convince the hunter to try and keep living. Maybe only hunting animals and doing so in the most merciful way possible. But the bitter part would be BITTER. Because how to begin to even accept that, and that's not even taking into account whether they are forced to reveal themselves to y/n.

But in the case they absolutely refuse to exist like this? Sun and Moon trying desperately to stop them from ending it? Would they try to force them to stay in the airstream to prevent them from walking out in the sun unitl they can convince them not to? Take away all stakes and holy water? Hunting animals for them urging them to eat as y/n utterly refuses to? Begging the boys to please understand and to please let them go! because they don't want this!! It's unthinkable, they can't!! Mega OOF! Pain all around! I am terrified and excited for what you've prepared!

Amazing writing as always!!! :D

Hi, babe! ♥

Ahhha, I'm glad you like the progression of the cryptids! And oh yeah, the female vampire is totally fine with slurping the blood of a demonic cryptid's partner but then the boys cross a line when they eat its partner's heart. smh. AND OH YEAH! The boys did not do Y/N any favors and in turn, Y/N didn't help them either ;-; It was a mess and I wanted to show for the first time how much difficulty can stem from the fact that Sun/Moon are hiding their true identity and that Y/N doesn't know they're a cryptid. Y/N got hurt emotionally and Sun/Moon got hurt physically ;-;

If only someone knew their buddy was a cryptid and could work around that instead of accidentally flash-banging them out of their vessel hmmmm

Ah, I'm really happy you enjoyed the softer ending! I had to make up for all the angst and misunderstanding and pain hehe

Angsty vampire y/n, my beloved. Oh ho, you have no idea how bitter the bittersweet can taste. As for Y/N's intentions and the boys' resolve, it's gonna be Stoppable Force meets Immovable Object. I'm very excited to unveil it soon, but again, it will be dark and properly tagged with warnings.

Thank you so much, ahhh! You're so sweet and I love reading your thoughts on the latest chapter! ♥

[boreal-sea]

Hellraiser 1 live blogging

Summary: That was fucking fun. Amazing special effects, fun plot, characters I liked, and just all around absolutely deserving of its place as a horror classic.

that seems like a sweaty way to solve a box

Oh this is a fun place, look, a face!

So this guy has a brother he hasn't seen in ages.

Julia doesn't like the house. Rocky marriage, too. This weird house isn't gonna help lol. Ew, buggies. I do appreciate older movies using real bugs. Larry! Come look! A terrifying... mattress?

Frank is the brother I guess.

Then who is phone?

Kirstie has found a room, a room better than a creepy house.

Oh no, scary sex party photos. He was kinda handsome tho. Are you stealing that photo, Julia? Naughty.

Hey mover dude, stop leering.

Hello again Kirstie. Hello, ominous bridge. Hello, ominous bushes and trees. Hello ominous farmhouse.

"This is a big house" I've seen like 3 rooms so far.

"Her mother's dead". Lol. I'd heard that line before.

Julia, you got the hots for the broooo. I would also be kinda seduced by brother frank out in the rain.

Julia isn't concerned with you, Kirstie, she has an old photo to make out with. And to stand ominously at the top of the stairs with.

Now for ze attic. And erotic memories. Nice. I think? She seems into it, sort of? Kinda hard to tell, but modern-day her is totally into the - oh ok, yeah, she was totally into it.

Oh that nail is gonna be involved and I can't watch lol. *looks away*

Did she orgasm from that memory?

Ew that's a lot of blood. Bro why didn't you get a towel?

House: "slurp"

Ahh, the tell tale heart.

See, these effects are great. I really do believe this floor is bubbling with demonic energy and resurrecting a disgusting man. Fuck this sequence is awesome. Yeah I can watch this, but not a guy getting stabbed by a nail. Don't ask, I can't explain it either. That fucking rocked.

And dinner party, complete with laughter that sounds like it's coming from a studio audience. Also, you WILL get drunk, no leaving allowed! Except Julia, she's allowed.

Mmm whispers. Welcome back to the attic.

Kinda hard not to look at you bro. This makeup is awesome, and I love his dialogue? It's so casual, but also coming from a horrible flesh zombie, it's great. "Help me, will ya?" He needs more blood.

Ominous lurking, Julia. Love the lighting.

Kirstie, awkwardly: "Gnight." lol

Hello creepy fisherman dude. No idea if he's a fisherman but he looks like one. Ah, smack talking Julia. She IS fucking weird.

Of course he sleep talks. And Julia plots, and thinks about sex.

Frank's makeup is so fucking good. Thank you, 80's movie, for lighting your characters.

Oooh this is a cool effect. What's going on here? Oh, it's Kirstie dreaming. You know I give her credit for immediately calling. Too bad he's gonna die immediately after the phone call. Right? (no)

Hey Frank, you're not allowed to think about Kirstie, you already have a lady. Am I judging a dead zombie man? Yes.

Oh, so is Julia gonna grab a random stranger dude? And not kill her husband? Sorry, random dude. Come on Julia, think up an excuse like, "let's not fuck right in front of the door, idiot". I mean, he's sleazy, but probably doesn't deserve murder. He is dumb though. Julia isn't very good at this fake seductress thing, but it IS her first time. I think I would've stabbed him by now though. LOL whitie tighties. So unsexy. Woooo murdered. In his undies, how undignified.

I do love Julia's earrings, those kick ass. Tortoiseshell stars, fuck yeah. Very 80's.

You did a bad job cleaning yourself up Julia.

Mmm crunchy yum yums.

Ew he's even squishier. So slimy. Ew, no Frank, I don't wanna touch you either.

"Come to daddy" is going to make me laugh forever now.

I wonder how much porn there is of half-alive Frank.

Julia needs to dispose of a body, just give her a sec! Larry, you're kinda dumb.

Julia, you didn't really think you'd get away with murdering just one guy did you? I imagine salty skin on bare... muscle? would be very painful.

Oof, customer service. Yeah, you know, a complaining Karen and Dude Eating the Crickets sounds about right for customer service.

Welcome home, victim #2. "I like to be careful" - murdered. lol. Julia is a lot more chill about it this time, also she's becoming sexier! You know I will say she was very quickly on board with this whole murder thing. Hm Frank, you're still looking a little slimy, do you think you should be wearing clothes yet?

Ok so the cenobites introduced you to BDSM.

Julia is bored by boxing. "I've seen worse" LMAO. Also Larry, shouldn't this stuff make YOU sick? You're the guy who hates blood. Oh Larry, don't be a hero. "Guess I gotta seduce my own husband to keep him from going to the attic". Does she care a little for Larry? I think she probably doesn't want him to die, at the very least.

lmao how did Larry not see those rats?

Whoah Frank just slippin by there. Ooo he's gonna do a murder. Can Larry not hear her say no?? I'm so confused. Oh no, he was just ignoring her. Turd.

Marriage talk with your kiddo. It sure is "way beyond" you buddy.

Ah, marriage talk with the zombie.

Oh no, Kirstie is gonna get the wrong idea. Sorry kiddo, your step mom isn't cheating on your dad! Well ok, yes, she is - but not with that particular dude. Actually, the worse crime here is she's a big ol murderer. Oh wait is Kirstie actually witnessing the murder a little? I can't tell. She seems very concerned though.

I appreciate Larry wants to keep Julia from seeing the worst of the murdering. I also appreciate the crunchy noises.

I love that the whole house just constantly creaks for no reason. Nooo don't go in the attic. Eeeew icky touchy uncle Frank.

I don't know if she's necessarily smart for stealing the box, but she was smart to use it to get away.

Why is the nurse watching the "flowers opening" channel? This doctor is being so fucking weird lol. "Yeah you were found wandering, passing out, covered in blood but uh, we're gonna treat you like a criminal."

ooh, the box likes to pretend it's pretty, pink sparkles! Seems like the box can pretty much solve itself, don't know why Frank was all sweaty about it.

Hm, maybe don't go in there, this isn't a children's 80's movie. That is not a hallway to a fun adventure.

Hi two-headed fishface cenobite.

Oh fucking cool, the tiles glowing like that!

OH that's the chatterer, right? I know folks have named them all.

And it's our guy, "Lead Cenobite" - I mean Pinhead!

I love them all. They're so great. <3

Oh, is Julia gonna show Frank to Larry? Are we to guess he was murdered off screen? Does Frank have skin now? Oh nope, he's just ... wait. No. That's Frank wearing Larry, isn't it?

Why do you need to see a body so badly, Kirstie? I mean, he's gonna be skinless either way. Guess it'd be hard to tell lol. Of course, Kirstie is upset because this means the cenobites are gonna eat her.

All kinds of chaos happening now. At least Kirstie figured it out. Aww you broke Frank's new skin.

"Well, so much for the cat and mouse shit" - that got a real laugh out of me. *snort*

Oops Frank, you killed Julia a bit. Don't seem to broken up about it, but he's more into Kirstie.

There's still cenobites in the attic. I like to imagine they're just up there, twidding their thumbs like "... Is she coming back?"

I always think it's fun when you have a character wearing the face of another character because it means the other actor is playing the part now, and some folks do a REALLY good job at this.

Hey now cenobites, that's not playing fair. She's sort of trying to help you, remember? Maybe that was just a reminder "bring him to us and we'll take care of him for you". I think she's trying to draw him in? To where the cenobites are.

My friends are back!

"This isn't for your eyes" Kirstie slowly slips away like "yeah ok good I'll fuck off now for sure bye". She keeps watching though. Not sure why, I guess so we the audience can see?

Ooh, the house is bleeding, nice. Oh, Julia grabbed the box or the box grabbed her, not sure which.

Aw, Pinhead just wants to show you things.

Ah, so you CAN unsolve the box and it blasts them all back to hell. Also the house is collapsing because sure. Steve is like "no questions, just run".

Ok, the ending fight with the fishface was a little silly. "Oh, can't get a grip on the box, would you just - I can't get it! Gotta grab the box!"

That burned down fast.

Kristie, it's a metal box. Why do you think it's gonna burn? Oh hey it's bug eating dude. I feel like he was one of them the whole time. Oh yeah he was. A skeletal dragon???

And now it's back home apparently.

The end!

[bondew]

lmao imagine not having friends cade, and imagine ur friends leaving u for sport dazz! losersssss!!

Cadence Lane.

As the professer walks in i fix my posture and move my gaze from the window to him. My laptop is already open on fresh word doccument, along with a second tap with the project. I've already emailed it so I doubt we will use it, best to stay prepared though. He begins to ramble and the 60 people in the room are visibly bored. I end up doodling on my pale hand with a black pen, still paying attention but just keeping myself occupied. I've forgotton about the idea of taking actual notes and I'm just remembering everything important. It may sounds like I dont like what I do but when you have the same chatty teacher each lecture you just eventually get sick of it. I can't stop thinking about that boy from the library, I wonder why he didn't stay with his friends, I mean they looked like they were having a great time. He was weird, reading about bugs instead of being with your friends. Like if I had friends I would spend as much time with them as possible, and I'd feel pretty shit if they were having a bunch of fun without me. Not that I want friends! That's so stupid. Maybe they're mean to him? I wouldn't be too surprised, they seem very different to bug boy. Two hours later half the class are dead asleep, the rest are bored out of their minds and a couple weird students are all bubbly and awake. To be honest they are probably survivng on caffine. I pack up my things as we get dismissed, sliding my laptop and pencil case into my black messenger bag. Shoving on a white coat over my turtle neck I step out into the hallway, just a couple steps out i run into someone. "God! Watch out!" I say by instinct. I stare at the persons as they beg to be forgiven, "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" They smile sweetly and looks at me. "Bug boy?" I accidently say aloud. "Oh yeah! Haha!" He holds up the heavy book. "Oh shit- um I didn't mean to say that out loud, sorry!" Wait why the fuck am I apologising- I never do that! I look back up and he's just laughing while walking away.

Bug Boy.

For some odd reason as we practice my first scene, which Juliet isn't even it I'm shaking- like I may get nervous sometimes on stage but never during rehearsal?! Despite this I think I did an ok job, it's just weird how I'm so nervous today, when I woke up I was fine! God.. I spot my friends walking down the hallway as I exit the auditorium, running to them I instantly just start smiling and joking away. My friends complain about their classes and then before I can even start on mine, they all excuse themselves so they can go to training. My smile fades but I wipe it back on and just keep walking. Suddenly I bump into someone. "God! Watch out!" They snap, and I start apologizing continually. "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" "Bug boy?" They say and I stare into their emerald eyes before realizing that they sat in front of me in the library, I hold up my book and start laughing. "Oh yeah! Haha!" I start to walk away but I still hear them say something and then mutter to themselves. I make my way off campus and find a ramen shop, I actually see a couple of my friends outside of the group but decide to just eat by myself. Swiping my card I buy a bowl and sit down at the bar seats. They don't come over to me so I assume they didn't see me. The food comes out quite quickly and I start slurping. I wonder why that guy remembered me, am I that memorable. Well it was only a couple hours ago- and I did wake him up. Oh shit- Now I've woken him up and bumped into him! He probably hates me.. I hang my head and the front of my hair touches the soup in the bowl, I pull up my head and wipe the tuffs with my sleeve. Picking up the bowl I slurp down the soup and pay before leaving. My couple friends are still in there, they were probably just talking. Luckily my literature class got cancelled since my professor is sick so I can just go back to my dorm. The streets are quite empty as I cross back to the UNI, suddenly a cast of grey storm clouds shower me in rain and I am forced to run back. Slumping down on my hard mattress I grab a towel and aggressively shake my head. Pulling off my wet clothes, I hang them on the windows and change, leaving my shirt off. I sit down at my desk with a blanket wrapped around me I check my emails just in case my professor uploads any work. Sadly she did and I'm forced to write. I begin to thoroughly read the email and I'm shocked when it's free writing. She never lets us do free so this is quite exiting. We have to write at least 10,000 words, my current work in progress has around 8,000 so I just continue that. Around an hour later it's finally at just over 10,000 and I can submit it. I make sure to replace all the swear words and recheck my spelling and grammar about a million times.

[summonhouse]

ok ermm questions about lawrie, 1. why did he decide to become a substitute teacher and 2. what does it do in its free time

this is a good question bc i realize i said "sweetheart is an au of lawrie" as if anyone knows Who lawrie is UHHH lawrie spotlight moment before answering;

art by slugwiki on here commission her 1 million times

hes for a roleplay i run which you can read a summary of here in a toyhouse advertisement or in a different format here on a tumblr blog in which ive written a few posts from lawries perspective actually

lawrence percival octavius ramsey sylvester sterling bartholomew jr ii is a wooden puppet/clock magically enchanted to come alive by his terrible terrible parents- however he has been lied to all his life and is entirely unaware that being made of wood is unusual and he believes hes a normal organic human and all that. his parents, clock and watch manufacturers, were killed by an angry mob after they used their magic to force people to work themselves to death, leaving lawrie extremely extremely depressed because he has been neglected so thoroughly he convinced himself his parents were very good loving people

WHY HE BECAME A SUBSTITUTE TEACHER:

one; after his parents death he spent a good year just in a dissociative coma before eventually attempting to return to acting like a human with meaningless minor motions, he wants to be a respectable man but has nothing to do so he begins to look for any job that will accept him so he doesnt continue just rotting in his home- if he has no job he has no purpose, two; the school he signs up to work at is evolution academy, an up and coming very well respected establishment advertising "unorthodox" teaching methods specifically trying to teach students practical things instead of what the headmaster mx dream deems as "useless" core curriculum stuff. lawries obsesssedddd with good image and what he sees as "respectable work" and real actual effort so he thinks the schools different approach is nice and he wishes to be a part of that, three; he has no qualifications, he never went to school and his parents hardly homeschooled him, despite this hed done a lot of reading up so hes not HELPLESS, but he certainly does not have any degree that would allow him to teach anything specialized, four; substitute teacher at ea means "mx dreams henchman" basically and hes forced to do all of the loose busywork around the school more than hes supposed to watch or teach students- mx dream specifically hires him because hes a fucking rube, major stunted attention whore who slurps up all the attention she gives him like a sponge and mx dream is intend to manipulate him, So despite his, to be frank, absolute fucking stupidity (hes terrible with interacting with people from, you know, the years of neglect) he is accepted into his position because due to that hes really, really easy to take advantage of (THE SCHOOL IS NOT GOOD), five; he really desperately wants to help everyone, he has an insanely strong sense of justice and right and wrong which is INSANELY SKEWED such that he believes capitalism and a strong economy will assist everyone- he wants everyone to have a good life and to get what theyre worth, genuinely, despite his idiocy approaching it, and he hopes working with younger people will allow him to help them- and he really, really hopes no one ends up like him or his parents. six; if he gets a job his coworkers are forced to interact with him Tee Hee hee attention whore moments

FREE TIME:

lawrie loooves reading, both nonfiction scientific diagram filled drivel, philosophy (especially if it fuels his own beliefs), and hes a BIG fan of artsy fiction (though he hates to admit that and is vocally against "frivolous pursuits" such as fictional story tales)... he also loves repairing broken timepieces (still doesnt know hes a clock but he deeply identifies with clocks, it reminds him of home and his parents).... ATM in the span of the rp he will not admit that he adores art and would love to create himself (his parents used to punish him for doing so) in the future whenever he gets over himself and is encouraged to act more like a person he will surely spend his time painting dramatic abstract paintings of himself and his friends, and working on plays with his (planned) boyfriend(s?)

sorry this is long LMAO im obsessed w lawrie ive said this b4 but he is my character of the year fr. i used him in a different rp at the start of the year from like jan-marchish and it died out in summer and eas been active sinceee like the end of september? and every time hes active he is All i can think about. SO theres a lot to say because i am Constantly thinking about his .. brain

[atangledfate]

Watching the Rematch from the TV in her room wasn't nearly as thrilling, but damn where did Carol get all those new moves? she guessed all that training was paying off. Still this spade guy was looked like a real piece of work, annoyin' little fucker wasn't he and what did he mean by old Job? She had alot of questions but didn't really think on it to hard. She was ready for that action! ready for that thrill! she wanted Carol to rip this fuckers face off and wear it as a trophy!---ok maybe that was to much!

" Kick his ass Carol!?! You got this shit! get him! bite his damn ears off! "

She shouted at the TV while shaking her fist up and down! She loved this show she really did. She got into it pretty hard, even kit was slurping his drink and enjoying the chaos! She kind wished she was there in person though, but Carol wanted to go alone she was fine with that.

Still watching them brutalize each other this time was crazy, some of those moves she was pulling off was wild. Stealth mode? after Images? not just raw speed either. This stuff was pretty wild, so she was like Espio almost only with some added features. But when Zao stopped the match and claimed she was cheating. She was fuming it made her wanna kick the dudes ass even more!

" This guy... needs a kick in the ass... i should have juts yeeted him into the nearest wood chipper for fuck sake... i bet he'd call my electricity cheatin' to... just cause his boy is gettin' trounced... "

[penisstormcomic]

episode 3 script: PENISSTHRUSTING SHORTS

[transcript] dude… gay sex

TEXAS JESSE X TOY CHICA???

Texas Jesse needed some extra cash. Chewing on some wheat he picked down in texas, he looked in the newspaper for available jobs, looking for anything interesting.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza? Well back in 'ole texas my ma and pa used to cook colesaw for me on the daily... but i do like me pepperoni's when pa used to shoot old Bella the cow" He called the number and applied and guess what he got in

"Nah we got a texan???" Freddy fazbear employee #69 said dreadfully

"HOLLLLY SMOKES!!!!!!!! THOSE TITTIES AR SO HOTTT NGHHHH IM AISJDASOD AHAAAAAAA GLLPLPLP" ay" texas jessee immediately whipped out his shlong and startd 69ing himself as soon as he saw toy chica on camera

"dam this happens every time" toy chica sighed

"I mean im always down for some good shlong" toy chica the icon walked off into texas jesse's office and saw him sucking his own manhood

"awh are u fucking serious again" toy chica sighed and began racing over whipping out her 24inch cock and began thrusting into jesse vivaciously

"WOAH HOW COME U HAVE A PENIS??"jesse said

"BACK IN MY DAY WE DIDNT ALLOW U LIBERALS!!!!"

"not my fault i came with a shlong feature" toy chica stated as she whipped out 2 more shlongs "and theres more where that came from" as she slipped 69 manhoods inside texas jesse

"OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GAY PLEASE FORGIVE ME JESUS!!!"

"wait maybe i am gay"

"S-SO MUCH M-MANHOODS I'M GOING TO PROJECTILE CUM ALL OVER THE PLACE IT'LL BECOME WHITE" jesse moaned loud, one of the manhoods was in jesse's mouth and then jesse started sucking on it "is your name jesse?" Toy chica stated? "Yeah SSSSSLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!!" jesse stated before SSSSSSSASLLLLLLLLURRRRRRRRPPPPP SO MUCH slurping I CANT EVEN TYPE WITHOUT SLURP "BACK IN MY DAY MY DAD SLURPED COLESLAW NOW WE SLURP MANHOO-SSSSSSLLLLLURRRRRRRRPPPLP AUGOOGOHOHOHOHOOWOWOWOW~" then jesse shows his shlong to toy chica and toy chica starts sucking on it

"is your name jesse?" Toy chica stated? "Yeah SSSSSLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!!" jesse stated before SSSSSSSASLLLLLLLLURRRRRRRRPPPPP SO MUCH slurping I CANT EVEN TYPE WITHOUT SLURP "BACK IN MY DAY MY DAD SLURPED COLESLAW NOW WE SLURP MANHOO-SSSSSSLLLLLURRRRRRRRPPPLP AUGOOGOHOHOHOHOOWOWOWOW~" then jesse shows his shlong to toy chica and toy chica starts sucking on it SSSLSSLLLLLLURRRRRRRPP "I-I think i'm about to nut soon get ready" moaned jesse, jesse started blushing and sweating from all of that pleasure, then jesse went "I'M GOING TO C-CUM~"

Jesse screamed with pleasure one last time before letting all the cum from his microscopic penis explode into toy chicas mouth

Toy chica coughed as she took jesse manhood out of her mouth

jesus christ bros manhood is tiny goddam toy chica thought to herself

"aa-ahh.. again again!! pls destroy my insides with your 69 manhoods-" jesse moaned

"jesus christ ok homo" toy chica said, whipping out her manhoods once again

"Y-yes yes.. WAIT A MINUTE DID U JUST CALL ME GA-AUAUGHHH" jesse said, being interrupted by his own moaning after toy chica slammed her penis up his ass

this continued for the rest of the night, the sounds of jesses moaning scarred the rest of the toy animatronics for life

FREDDY FAZBEAR x PENISSTORM

Penisstorm goes up to freddy and goes "ARE YOU READY FOR CUM BLASTING?!?!" Freddy goes "oh yeah thats funz" PENISSTORM STARTS TOUCHING FREDDY'S FREDDYCHEEKS AND THEN STARTS FUCKING FREDDY "OH MY THATS DEEP~" "HARDER~" "SOME UNUSUAL ACTIVITIES HERE TO MY FAZBOOTYHOLE~" penisstorm thrusting in and out of freddy fazbear its so hot to look at

Freddy fazbear's massive manboobs and cumalicious weiner is bulging so hard rn and penisstorm begins stroking it so hard as freddy goes "DUR DUR DUR DUR DUR DUR DUR DUR DUR DUR!!!!" and that turns penisstorm on further leadiing him to let out hot purple cum and freddy fazbears robotic schlong churns out milk

"bro why would they add a penis to an animatronic for kids" penisstorm says breaking the 4th wall

"bro its a milk dispenser........................................................................................... ur so dirty minded werido"

freddy fazbear walks out of the office

"WAIT WHAT??? I THOUGHT U SAID CUM BLASTING??"

"STOP GASLIGHTING ME U LITERAL DICKHEAD!!!"

Penisstorm cries as he feels self consciousness spread over him

"Im not a penis head... am I??"

the penisstorm proceeded to look into the mirror, and thats when it realised that is was indeed, a penis head. Infact its entire body was a penis how the fuck did it not notice before.

It started dramatically sobbing due to freddys insult, then went to fuck its butt buddy (the witherstorm) for 1 week straight

ok that’s all. we should set up like a ko-fi or a patreon cuz these stories r fire 🔥 🔥🔥 -longshlong3000

[aestheticvoyage2022]

Day 358: Saturday December 24, 2022 - “Christmas Eve Fire”

I sat back and relaxed, thinking about the grandness of the scheme.  It was Christmas Eve again, and I stretched my legs in front of a fire like I did back on Rialto Beach 11 years ago.  Tis the season for Nostalgia.  I was blessed with a quiet reflective Christmas Eve this year, at least while William slept.  On my own, as Audrie is out fighting winter storms and holiday air-traffic somewhere between me and Milwaukee. I kept returning to the thought “I used to do Christmas Eve’s all the time!” And of course it got me thinking of that cold one in 2012 that sparked me to go “home.”  But how the year before that, you were really something out there.  And just like that, two separate reflections of a man twisted up in story.  About the one, on fire for life, set out in the dark for truly his first Christmas on his own, at 30.  Eating Chocolate covered cherries, reading about Living A Great Story to the waves - one of the best fires and nights and Christmas’ of my life.  And how that man, much too old to know it all anymore, couldn’t have imagined the life of the other; now smoking a cigar instead of slurping chocolate covered cherries, with Live A Great Story around his wrist, working oh so hard this winter to figure that out.  One in the cold ocean darkness, the other in the warm desert in his slippers and in his backyard.    One dreaming of a wide open road, the other incredibly grateful for how it all played out, wondering if this is as good as it gets.  I imagined these two reflections of my Christmas Eve selves sitting here around the same fire, and what would be shared....

From Present Day Dad Jake 2022 to Aesthetic Cowboy 2011 Jake:

“Yea, the logs here are store bought, but don’t worry - Im ok with that.  I earned it, I suppose. Dont need to go collect my own wood anymore, as unadventurous as that might sound to you...  I can always say that I did the things I wanted to do, thanks to you...and this is what I want to do now.  Turns out, being a Dad is the hardest job of my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything....not even to be sitting in your sand. I appreciate these responsibilities, especially on Christmas Eve.  Its different challenges, but Audrie was really on it when she said “life rewards all the time” - this juice was definitely worth the squeeze...

“whats that?   who is Audrie - ah you caught the pepper in my eye when I brought her up?  Yea, she will be your wife, partner, your captain.  The best thing that will ever happen for you.   Turns out, shes your “For What?” Just keep exploring and adventuring, and build your resume up, and don’t be afraid to break-out and go for it when the opportunities come around.  Its the only way you’ll have a shot with a woman like this.  Because of you, I have a shot at never having a lonely holiday ever again.  See, Im not really alone, like you, this Christmas Eve.  While she’s not here, I know she is out there.  I always felt you need faith for the same reason its so hard to find.  Just knowing every day I get the opportunity to choose her again, gives me the best and only adventure I’ll ever need.  To share a life, thats what its all about.  Alex taught you that right?  (By the way, you give your son Alexander as a middle name for just this exact reason.  Wink - I got you man).

“by the way, next year - you wont get a fire out there...and you’ll be frustrated.  You’ll throw your lighter into the ocean, just before you realize you’d need that to make dinner.   I suppose the anxiety in your bones was settling in, and it wasn’t a calm Christmas for you, and you really struggle with that not going as planned. You’ll be ok.  You’ll always be ok.  You just need to start telling your self that more.   There will be some bummers along the way but it all served a very important purpose; find the blessing in the bummer, and remember that as long as you have a drum in that sea-turtle heart, there is a chance to find what has been so desperately sought.  Yes, Im still looking for it, all this time later.  And thats ok.   Im more comfortable with that now, than ever. That bummer Christmas fire of 2012...its the reason you are where you are today.  Its a beautiful story. You’re a good character.  Give yourself some credit - you’ve earned it, I suppose.  Don’t know how it turns out, that story.  Still figuring out the ending.  I have some ideas and some experience.  I have everything I need, now.

From Aesthetic Cowboy 2011 Jake to Present Day Dad Jake 2022:

“Nice fire with your store bought logs... ;)  I cant imagine ever having a fire with store bought logs again now that I am figuring out this ‘life’.  But cheers to you, you do you, you look comfy in your slippers.  No way they are as comfortable as my ole oppossums here, remember these?  Might as well been made of gold - they unlocked a way of being and seeing to you, didnt they?!   Remember those days?  On Yellow Aster and Oyster Dome, and down in the Grand Canyon?  Neat that you settled in Arizona, of all the places - how the hell did that happen?!  And a mortgage?!  I thought we said we would NEVER do that? Must be a good story to tell in here somewhere...or you forgot about ALL of the Rules.   When we talked about your future being behind you, I really didn’t see Tucson in the cards.  That desert Red Rock must really be something.  

“Hey - did we ever write that book?   Aw man - “life got in the way” you say?   Wasn’t it always going to be all about life?  Tell me about that - lets get into it.   10 years from now - whats good?  Whats the meaning of life?  What are your intentions?  Do you still do those and pay attention?  What are your plans?  How are you crafting the life of your dreams?  Look at me - Im sitting here with a perfect driftwood fire in the salty air next to the Pacific Ocean - it can’t get any better right?  Please tell me Im not right.  No finish lines, remember.  So whats next, Daddio?   What will next year write? Ah - nevermind, no don’t tell me, show me instead!  This reflection of your self is hopeful.  Forgiving.  Calm and easier.   Do something with it.  Find your greatness.  Follow Through.  Get on fire for life, for you, for Audrie, and for your family.  Have a big year.  Cast a Vision.  You know the way.  That old cowboy spark - its still in you.  I mean just look how comfortable you are alone on Christmas Eve after all.  You’re closer to your best than you’ve been in a long while.  You can have both of these reflections.  We can share this same space.  Dad, Cowboy, Romantic Seeker, Curious, Responsible, Intentional.   How about you try to be all these things and see where that takes you next?   See what kind of story that writes for itself.  you earned it, I suppose!

Congruence.

Gratitude.

Upward Spiral.

I accept the invite.

I didn’t need to look up what was song of the day back then in 2011 -  I remembered it well.   About being in the belly of the whale and the adventure of having Mother Nature abruptly kick me out of her house on Christmas. There is some credit to be given to waking up cold in a tent on Christmas Morning.  It defies the nostalgic marketed comforts of Christmas we’re raised on and live by this time of year.  And the hope is that these excursions harden for times when you’ll only have your self to count on.  the first step you’ll take out of the belly of the whale, will be in the right direction.  Its really no different now as it was then.

Later in the night, William would wake with loud painful mad sad angry crying, as if somehow he did know that today was Christmas Eve and mama wasn’t here.  It took a lot of work to stay grounded and skillful.   At its height, as I was about to get really frustrated, I opened the spotify on the phone and quickly just played the last song I had searched for “Scott Orr - In The Belly of The Whale” - as it came on, his wailing turned into little wimpers, then to little breathing cries, before deep sleep breathing....before the song was over.  “I dont mean to be good, I just mean to be whole” - in the belly of the whale. I kissed his cheek and whispered “Merry Christmas” in his ear and told him his mama and dada love him.  I give it all to you.

Song: Teddy Swims - Please Come Home For Christmas

Quote:  “Matter and thought are a canvas in which God paints, a painting with tragedy and delivery, with sin and redemption. Life is a dance toward God, I begin to think.  And the dance is not so graceful as we might want. While we glide and swing our practiced sway, God crowds our feet, bumps our toes, and scuffs our shoes. So we learn to dance with the One who made us. And it is a difficult dance to learn, because its steps are foreign. I began to think of my time in these terms, as learning to dance in a new way.  The first few lessons had me feeling clunky and awkward.  But soon they will give way to a kind of graceful sway and I will feel completely content as though there was nothing in life that I was missing out on.  And I think to myself, There is nothing that I am missing. I have everything I was supposed to have to experience the magnitude of this story, to dance with God."  ~Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts