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[icehearts]

[sysig]

Just a bit indulgent, no harm in it, surely (Patreon)

[ssspringroll]

i hope, to someone out there, i am their 'god that guys sims are so ugly'

its good to be a little hater. healthy

[zannia]

really wanna make some ocxcanon art of Vice and Retro just because i think its cute they both love comics n cartoons

[sheila--e]

mspaint doodle dump before i sleep since i got my tablet working on my laptop

[eunnieboo]

IYHM ask replies! (2/3)

🌸 @csevet asked:

hi my copy of iyhm just came in and my fiancee and i snuggled up and read the whole thing cover to cover and CRIED!!! i love when lesbians 💕💞💝💗💝💗💘💞💖💗💝

AHHHHH thank you SO much!!! OMGGGGG 🥺 live laugh lesbian..... 💞💗💖💕💖💞💕💖💗

🌸 @chrysalis-the-butterfly asked:

I read If You'll Have Me a few months ago and I loved it! Your art is so pretty and Momo and PG are such cool characters! 🥰 If you're okay with sharing, I'd be interested to hear what inspired you during the creative process? Were there any pieces of media or any other characters which influenced the formation of Momo and PG? Or did you do your own thing?

oh my gosh! thank you!! i really love character interactions and relationship dynamics, so i wanted to depict two girls who seemed like opposites - one cool and laid-back, the other soft and sweet. after a while they started to take on a life of their own, and i thought it'd be wonderful if their story could evoke the feeling of a shoujo romance!

i had a lot of things on my mind when i wrote the script... friendship, intimacy, communication... communication can be so hard! sometimes it's harder with someone you're close to because their opinion is so important to you. and what happens when you've got a character who's non-confrontational and has low self-esteem + someone who prefers actions over words, and would rather burn bridges than admit to feeling vulnerable? how would they get past that? i wanted to write their flaws as believable, and how their life experiences have shaped the way they think about themselves / the way they respond to personal conflict... but also how they learn from each other and grow ❤️ tysm for the question!!

@bisexualgoof asked:

Hi Eunnie! I just finished reading “If You’ll Have Me” and let me tell you, it was spectacular! I saw it in a local bookstore the other day and it was a no brainer to grab. The characters are so fun, the story is beautiful and heartfelt, and honestly every character is attractive… I especially fell in love with the pages of the books without words, especially 312-313, it made me cry. Such beautiful art! I related to PG’s annoyance with her long hair, I felt very seen with her comments. I’ve definitely said “I’d like to forget” so many times myself, right to my butch heart haha. Thank you for sharing this story with the world, and thank you in particularly for your acknowledgment at the end of the book, it made me feel seen. What an amazing love story, hope to see more of this adorable couple in the future!

oh my goodness!! this is so lovely and wonderful and ahhh T_T thank you so very much. it's such a dream, having these girls be out in the world with their personalities and backstories revealed at last! and i'm so happy to hear about the cast and side characters, i love designing people hehe ♥ i'll definitely keep drawing this couple, alongside more sapphic couples that are to come 😍 thank you!!

🌸 @skittles-rainbow-cat asked:

HI HI HI!!! you’ve been one of my fave artists forever and i just got done with iyhm and it’s sooooo amazing im in love with it. also i think strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo fits mono and pg very well :] i hope you’re having a good day and thank you for all your art it heals me in many ways <3333

HIIII omg!!! thank you so much! this song is so cuteeee oh my gosh this line:

Takes my hand in hers when the lights aren’t on Smaller than mine and oh god I am gone

it's so sweet ;_; thank you forever, i hope you're having a wonderful day!! <3 <3 <3

🌸 @lord-of-the-froggies asked:

Howdy Eunnie! I know you're probably swamped with work right now, but I just wanna let you know that I got my copy of your book today!! I'm gonna start reading it right away, it looks and feels amazing. From a fellow Washington artist to another--congratulations on such a huge achievement!

yay hello fellow washingtonian! and fellow artist!! thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 and i'm so glad the book got to you safely! wishing you a happy read~

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

omggg thank you that means so much!!! ;_; <3

🌸 @ddooyoung asked:

I got my (signed!) copy of the book, and I love it SO MUCH. It's everything I was hoping and more. I love finally getting to know them, especially Momo. Since the first time I saw them, I thought Momo was a lot like me and now I have confirmation 😆 Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful story!!! I'm excited for everything you do 💗

WAHH thank you so much!! yesss i'm so overjoyed to finally share their story after so long! i hope the signature turned out okay, i was very nervous signing books for the first time (shaky hand and everything) 😱 i think next time it would be fun to make a custom stamp and stamp a doodle next to my signature hehe. thank you again!!! 💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I somehow missed the news about your having created a whole damn book?? was just flipping through yu & me books's holiday gift guide and did a double take when I saw priscilla and momo!! zoomed in and sure enough, there was your name at the bottom! congrats on ihym and congrats on being featured on rec lists from shops as cool as yu & me 🎉😍

omggg thank you thank you!! 🥰 AHHH yu & me books looks so amazing! i've been to new york just once but if i ever get to go back i have to visit them... i'm always looking for indie bookstores to throw my money at 😤

🌸 Anonymous asked:

1. Will there be an “if you’ll have me” sequel? 2. Is Momo her full name or a Nick name? If it’s a Nick name what is her full name? Thank you i love your work! ❤️😊

ahh there's no sequel planned as of right now! but i'd love to make one if i get the chance... i have some ideas that i think would be fun <3 and momo gardner is her full name! i liked gardner because it made me think of flowers ☺️❤️ thank you so much!!

🌸 @upsidedown-shadow-dreamer asked:

Hello, long time fan here. If You'll Have Me was delivered an hour ago and I've already finished my first read. OMG it's AMAZING. I love the story, the beautiful art, the inner thoughts, the pacing, the page color changes for back story… Just major WOW. I hope you are so proud of this work. I'm already looking forward to reading it again. Thank you!!!

this is sooooo AHHHHH T_T i'm in tears. i can't tell you how happy and thrilled i am to hear this!!! it's so encouraging and uplifting and ahh!! i want to make more stories... and just knowing that this book will be read by the same person more than once, omg! it's truly the highest of praise. thank you from the bottom of my heart <333

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just remembered I could borrow graphic novels as e-books from my local library, found IYHM, devoured the entire thing in one sitting, then went through your tags so I could look at all your other IYHM art, and I was wondering if you'll make more stories about Momo and PG because I can't get enough of them! Absolutely obsessed with these two and I love seeing them so happy together 💖💖💖💖

hello!! oh i'm absolutely over the moon about this! i can definitely see myself making a follow-up book if i'm so lucky 🙏 but i'll keep on drawing more minicomics and illustrations no matter what!! thank you so much for this wonderful message 💕💕💕💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

hi!! love love love your art!!! do you think we can expect to see another graphic novel about momo and priscilla in the future?

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I’ve read IYHM so many times already and I absolutely loved it!!!! Are you planning on writing another book with Momo and PG? Is is there a way we can buy more of your stories?

thank you both so much!!!! <3 a sequel is actually one of the ideas i pitched for my second book! my editor cautioned against it in case IYHM didn't perform well, so i ended up going in a different direction - but my fingers are crossed for future opportunities 😤 realistically, it will probably depend on sales... but for the record, i'd want to do one regardless of the numbers...

i have one more book coming out, which i'm working on right now! the timeline is a bit up in the air atm but i'll try to keep everyone posted. making a book is so slow but i'm so grateful to you all for waiting 🥺💛

🌸 @randomqueernoun asked:

Do you make webcomics for other apps/websites? If yes where can I find them and what do I search in them to find your comics?

ahh not at the moment! but thank you SO much for the interest! one of my biggest goals right now is to set up a website where i have all my work in one place, and that would definitely be the place where i post future webcomics 👀

also, just as an aside... i want to make webcomics so bad. i think after my next book, i might take a break from traditional publishing to do that. sometimes i can't believe i'm drawing hundreds of pages i can't post... i'm like, how are people supposed to read this if i can't show them? how will they know?! ahh it kills me... but yes... someday!!!

part 3 to come~

[666anxiety666]

HAII hi hi would u be ok doing a ler!anya/lee!reader fic :3 maybe shes like doing a checkup on them and tickles them on accident or something

-definitely not @/gnarplee

LEE READER YAY!

🩹Check up🩹

Mouthwashing tickle fic

Lee: Y/N Ler: Anya

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today was the day, you had a check up with Anya. you were Anya's intern and you had been helping her with the rest for the crews check ups. it was a monthly thing Anya did, just to make sure the crews health was in check! but, honestly you had been hoping she'd forget all abouts yours, you absolutely hated going to the doctors. how ironic.

you had seen curly out after his check up. quickly, you packed up some of your stuff in a hurry, hoping to get out of the medical room as soon as possible and head to your sleeping quarters. "where do you think you're going?" a voice came from behind you. there stood Anya with her hands on her hips and a raised eyebrow.

"i-i was just... um... y'know..." but the words died on your lips. Anya huffed a small laugh. "come on, it'll be quick..." Anya patted the medical bed for you to sit. you sighed in defeat, almost like a dramatic child. you put your stuff down and hopped onto the medical bed.

Anya smiled softly. "come on, Y/N, you've nothing to worry about." Anya smiled as she stood over the small sink, washing her hands before heading back over to you. "You're in good hands... plus, you know it's only me... It's just a small check-up, nothing more." "i-i guess you're right..." You mumble.

Anya started off with the basics. checking your heartrate, your blood pressure, measuring you and taking down you weight. it kinda made you feel silly for even worrying about such small check ups to begin with...

"okay, everything seems great so far!" Anya smiled. "just one last small thing then you'll be done..." she followed up with softly. taking out a measuring tape. "i just have to measure your waist..." but now you had completely relaxed, not as scared as you were when you first came in. "y-yeah, sure..." Anya wrapped the measuring tape around your waist, she checked to see the measurement. "ah, perfect..." Anya smile "normal size for your a-" Anya pulled the measuring tape away, her fingers brushing past your side, making you jump.

Anya blinked. "oh, I'm sorry...! did i hurt you are you hurt anywhere?" Anya asked, worried. you felt your face heat up slightly, this was so embarrassing. "n-no, it wasn't that..." you stammer. but Anya was quick to your side. "no, no, let me see..." oh no, you were cooked.

Anya, using her ever so gentle hands started to feel around your side. "does it hurt here?" she asked softly. your breath hitched. "n-no, Anya...! ihits not...!" you had to suppress your giggles, one accidently slipping out. Anya paused. the gears slowly started turning in her head. a small smile formed on her face.

"are you sure? tell me where it hurts, dear..." Anya said softly, rubbing and prodding at your side with a little more force, but she was still gentle. you jumped and shivered slightly "A-Anya...! wahahit!" you squeaked Anya chuckled at your reaction. "oh dear... i may have to make sure you're not hurting elsewhere..."

with that, Anya started using both hands to poke and prod your sides. "A-Aahahanya!" you yelp. "oh dear, listen to those moans of pain! poor thing..." now you knew she was doing this on purpose. you didn't even try to stop her, you didn't have the heart too...

"does it hurt here too?" Anya's hands moved up to your ribs. you squealed. you quickly clamped your arms down. "Nohoho! it dohohohoesn't!" Anya chuckled softly. "while we're here, i need to check you have all your ribs... we don't want to be missing any..." for some reason, that make it tickle more.

"nohoHOHO! NAHAT THAT!" you squealed once more as Anya started to count. "one, two. three, fo- oh dear, silly me... I've lost count..." Anya would tease and start back up again. this went on for a moment. Anya "loosing count" and starting all over again.

"okay, okay, i just have to check one more place... tell me, what about here, dear? does it hurt?" you didn't even have time to react before Anya's hands shot up to your armpits. you squealed louder than last time, your body convulsing as you clamped your arms down harder. "AHAHANYA! NOHOT THEHEHERE!" you kicked you legs and tried to squirm away. falling backwards on the medical bed, Anya following.

"well now, i can to a proper examination if my hands are stuck, can i?" Anya teased. you were a mess. your face all pink "ANYA, PLEHEHEHEASE! NOHO MORE!" you begged through squeals. "are you sure, dear? do you hurt anywhere else?" Anya asked, a small but still teasing smile on her face. "IHI DOHOHOHON'T IHIHI PROHOHOMISE!" you babbled through laughter.

Anya decided you'd had enough and finally backed off, leaving you panting and curling up into yourself. "are you okay, Y/N?" Anya giggled softly, finding the state she left you in cute. you sat back up slightly, you face flushed and you're hair a mess. "i-i think, yeah..." you panted, running your fingers through your disheveled hair.

Anya chuckled softly. "check ups aren't so bad after all, huh?" she mused. you glared at her playfully. "yeah, yeah..." you pausd for a moment. "say... who's doing your check up?" you asked, a playful grin spreading on your face. Anya paused, noticing your grin.

"i-i don't need one...!" Anya stammered. you chuckled, shifting closer to her. "Don't worry, doc... I insist..." And with that, you pounced, the medical room filling with squeals and giggles once more.

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Kinda small, but I hope ya'll enjoy. 🫶 I have a lot of fun writing this one!

[lemonsweet]

okay yay ♥ heres a list of some of my favs for u to choose from; roark, maxie, colress, lusamine, wicke, oleana, gordie, rika, raifort, saguaro . sorry if this is too much to choose from i just like many characters. yippee

(Covered in drywall) hi

[rollo-rolls]

A sims post from me, yay!

I want to show you what I am working on. I finally created a default skin for my game. Pics are unnedited, I just fixed clipping on the bra. Prakseda isn't wearing any makeup, except eyeliner because she looks weird without it, hehe. I love the fact that she looks like herself in a base skinblend. I also started using @nectar-cellar You Are Hyperreal normal maps and I'm very satisfied with the results. I converted beautiful natural nails to complete the look. I edited Bloom's Sexy Feet, it looks so good in Blender and TSRW but I can't get it to look right in the game :( But I'm not giving up. I edited feet for every life stage by hand, it can't go to waste!

So basically I'm not really converting right now, I want to set up my game first, edit all my sims to fit the new skin.

I hope all of you are doing okay and if not... Better days are coming, believe me! ♥

[yobi-thecreator]

can you do reader comforting mike after he has a nightmare 👀

Hi!!! Sorry that I haven't done this one yet! Of course I can!💖💖

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Mike was in bed alone. You had to work a double shift that night so you wouldn't be able to be home till later. Mike put on his headphones and played the tape of nature sounds, he looked up at the wall/roof and slowly fell into a slumber.

You quietly opened the front door and closed it quietly. You set your stuff down on the couch deciding that you'll put it up in the morning when you wake up. You quietly made your way to mikes room, careful not to wake Abby up. Once in Mike's room you saw him asleep, you smiled softly as you saw him, he looked peaceful, unknown to you, he was infact having a nightmare about his brother again. You changed into some pajamas (some of Mike's clothes) and carefully made your way into Mike's bed. You held his hand, your eyelids slowly closed as sleep consumed you quite quickly.

You woke up to the noise of choked cries. You slowly woke up, and sat up when you finally registered what the noise was. You looked at mike seeing him crying quietly into his hand. "Mike, baby?" You whispered to him as you put a hand on his arm. "I'm okay baby." Mike told you as he tried to sound like he wasn't crying. You sighed and carefully wrapped your arms around Mike's waist. "It's okay Mike, it was just a nightmare baby. I'm here." You quietly cooed at Mike. Mike moved and put his face on your chest as he sobbed, he tried not to make any noise just making you feel hurt. "Mikey don't keep it in." You whispered to him. He started to sob in your chest, his arms wrapped around you as he cried. His grip tightening around you. "I didn't mean to. I didn't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mike cried into your chest. "So sorry Garrett." He choked out. 'That's why he's crying.' You thought to yourself.

After Mike stopped crying, he was gasping for air as he calmed down. "It's not your fault mike." You told him as you played with his hair, that usually comforted him when he was feeling down. "It is my fault, if I didn't take my eyes away from him maybe I would've-" "Mikey. It's not your fault." You reassure him. "Nothing is your fault, you didn't know he was going to be taken, I'm sure that if you did know you would do everything you could to stop or bring him back." Mike seemed to process your words, he nodded in your chest as he yawned. "Thank you." Mike said. "For what baby?" "For being with me despite everything." He said softly. "For just staying by my side." He said as he yawned. He's breathing slowed as he slowly went back into a slumber. "I love you." Mike whispered before falling asleep. "I love you too Mike." You said as you kissed his head, his curls lightly tickling your face before going to sleep.

Hey! I hope this was good 😭 I have no idea what I was doing so yay!! Anyways, hope you like the story!! 💖💖

[dickbaggins]

astarion: what's the crown of karsus gale: don't worry about it babe astarion: okay ♥ astarion: yay ♥

enjoy chapter 13 of electuary today! right now! here!

[joels-darlin]

Nightmares

Pairings: post-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! (minors DNI), mentions of anxiety/mental health, mentions panic attack, smut, fingering, grinding, unprotected P in V (keep it wrapped!!), creampie, pet names, dirty talk, riding a cowboy, teasing.

Summary: After waking up from a nightmare Joel helps you find comfort in a way you never thought was possible, all thanks to stealing his favourite flannel.

Word count: 2047

Authors Note: My first time writing smut and of course I had to do my man Joel Miller. I also think this might be my longest one shot to date so yay to smashing goals. Hope you all enjoy! I definitely enjoyed writing it. Feedback is appreciated ♥

As always a huge thankyou to @ladybess-a03 for the help and support on this one, forever in your debt. Also, I finally did it woo!!! ♥

Also posted on AO3.

Every night was the same; broken sleep, pounding heart, waking up in a pool of your own sweat. The vivid memories of those you loved dying in front of you at the hands of raiders and infected. Bleeding profusely or torn apart limb by limb. Horrific images forever ingrained into the cells of your brain.

Gasping for air, you woke with a fright, bolting straight up into a sitting position, lungs burning, breathing deeply to force some oxygen into them. Beads of sweat trailed down your face leading to the uncomfortable burning sensation behind your eyes. A brief scan of the room told you that it was still dark outside, dead of the night, the only light source coming from the old street lamps of Jackson which painted a yellow hue across the walls of the bedroom.

“It’s okay, you're safe, here in Jackson, with Joel and Ellie” you thought to yourself, the words circling around your head over and over again, trying desperately to console your anxious and terrified form. You gripped the now sweat soaked sheets in any hope of grounding yourself, feeling the smooth of the material against calloused skin.

After a few minutes of composing yourself, breathing returning to normal, you turned to the right, your eyes landing on Joel. He was lying on his side, facing towards the wall, clutching a pillow. The sheets draped loosely around his naked torso; quite the sight, you had to admit. The sounds of soft snores that left his lips signalling that he was having a peaceful night's sleep for once.

There was no way of getting back to sleep after that, the dream was far too vivid to even consider closing your eyes again. Feeling defeated you stripped the sheets back, careful not to disturb your sleeping partner. Making the conscious decision to grab one of his flannels that hung over the bedpost, throwing it over your frame, which was only covered in a vest top, the scent of him wrapped around you like a comfort blanket burying your nose deep into the fabric.

It was dark when you stepped out of the bedroom, your eyes squinting with adjustment. Reaching out you followed the curve of the walls with your fingertips, finally grasping the edge of the banister, carefully retreating down the stairs one step at a time and into the living room. The couch being your final destination. ────────

“Darlin’ what are you doing down here?”

You flinched in panic at his voice, close to dropping the book you were buried in as a distraction. Closing the cover, making sure to mark the page, before placing it on the coffee table. Turning your body facing the doorway where he stood, you locked eyes with Joel briefly.

“Couldn’t sleep. I-I, erm…well…I had a nightmare. But I could ask you the same thing?” you said, hoping that your questioning would have him glaze over your admittance to another nightmare.

“Hold up, a nightmare? You should have woke me” he said. You shrugged.

“You looked peaceful, and I didn’t want to disturb you”.

“Oh sweetheart…”. He approached, taking the seat on the couch next to you. Feeling the warmth radiating off his body, you hopped into his lap, strong muscular arms wrapping around your form. You lay your head in the crook of his neck.

“Next time, please wake me. Don't care if I’m dead to the world or not, I panicked when I woke up to an empty bed” he spoke softly into your hair. “Now…you wanna tell me about it sweetheart?” he asked.

“Not tonight too vivid, but I don’t know if I will sleep at all if I recount it” you mumbled. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Maybe another time, hmm?” he asked, and you nodded in response. “I’m never getting this back, am I?” he chuckled, pulling at the hem of his, (no, your) shirt.

“Nope” you responded, emphasis on popping the ‘P’, leaning in for a chaste kiss. Joel captured your lips as you pulled away, kissing you deeply for a few moments.

“I like seeing you in my clothes though, it’s…hot” he whispered, brushing his nose against your chin, moving down to place soft kisses at the exposed skin of your neck, nibbling on it lightly. There was only one way this was going, you could feel the pool of desire starting to well in your lower stomach, evident that your thin sleep shorts were now flooded in hot, wet arousal.

“Joel…” you whined, trying to send him a clear message that you wanted, no, needed him. Besides, it’s not like you were likely to be able to sleep now…

“M’yeah, baby…I know…I know,” he mumbled between kisses. Detaching your lips for a brief second, you took control. Pushing off of his lap moving to straddle him, legs either side of his hips, skin making contact with the soft leather of the couch. Moving your arms around his neck, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck, eliciting a soft moan from Joel.

“God damn, baby girl, you will be the death of me,” he spoke breathlessly. Foreheads touching, his deep brown orbs shone in the dark room with lust and desire, boring into yours. He leaned in virtually smashing his lips against your kissing you passionately.

Completely focused on his lips it took you by surprise when moved his hands up the back of your top, the feeling of the warm, calloused skin against yours causing the ripple effect of goosebumps across your body. He continued, hands now traversing around the front of your top cupping both your breasts, squeezing gently, causing you to moan into his mouth. Taking both your nipples rolling them through his thumb and forefinger, lips detaching and your back arching involuntarily at his touch. Jesus, this man.

Two could play that game. Grinding down on Joel’s lap, his hard bulge protruded through the thin pyjama pants that adorned his lower body.

“Fuck darlin’…” he moaned in response as you continued to grind against his aching length. The friction was so good that you were hurtling towards your own peak.

“You have two choices, cowboy, take me to bed or take me here” you whispered into his ear in a sultry tone, dragging your teeth over his earlobe gently. Joel thrust up in response, rolling his hips into yours multiple times.

“Won’t make it…upstairs…here…now” he stuttered. “Lift up for me” placing his large hands at your waist he guided your hips up so you were hovering over him. In one swift motion he lifted his own slightly, sliding his pyjamas off so they pooled at his ankles. Glancing down you drunk in his thick, hard cock which was glistening at the head with pre-cum. A wave of desire pooling in your stomach at the sheer sight of it.

“Now you are too overdressed for my liking darlin’. Let's get rid of these clothes…the shirt…that stays on though” he growled forcing your gaze up towards him. Taking a fistful of your shorts in each hand he pulled the fabric tearing at the seams as he ripped it from your frame, doing the same with the vest top until you were completely bare; just the flannel hanging from your shoulders.

“Joel…my-” your words were interrupted as he forced his lips against yours again, tongues tangling going to war in the battle for dominance. “Don’t care…will…get…more” he grumbled between rough kisses.

“Please…” you whined, body aching for his touch. It was only when he reached between your frantic bodies that you gasped, head thrown back in pleasure at the contact. His fingers swiping through your folds collecting the arousal that pooled at your entrance.

“So wet for me darlin’ god damn” he growled, dragging his fingers up to circle your clit. He was teasing at this point and it was painful wanting nothing more that his hard length inside you. You continued to moan loudly as his long, slender fingers toyed with the sensitive bud, every nerve in your body standing on end.

“Gotta make sure you are ready for me though” dropping his head into your neck biting and sucking on the skin there driving you wild, his tongue glancing over each mark as if to soothe. Removing his fingers from your clit, whimpering at the loss, traversing down. Lazily tracing two fingers at your entrance before sinking them inside you in one movement, making you moan loudly.

Joel knew what made you tick. The two of you spending countless hours between the sheets exploring the depths of each other bodies. So it was no surprise when he curled his fingers slightly, instantly grazing that soft and sensitive spot inside, knowing exactly it’s location every time. Starting to pump his fingers in and out at a slow pace, the sheer sensation from his thick fingers nearly sending you tumbling over the edge. Only the sounds of your moans and him working away at your hot, wet core filling the room.

“Need you…please” his thick fingers withdrawing from your entrance at your plea’s.

“Lift up darlin’” obeying the command and lifting your hips once more.

There was something enticing about watching him, taking his hard length into his fist and giving it a few pumps before aligning at your entrance. Teasing once again swiping the head through your wet folds and nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves, moans tumbling your lips. Taking matters into your own hands and not wanting to waste anymore time you sunk down on him, full to the hilt, both moaning in unison.

“So tight darlin’ made for me” Joel growled hands moving now to your hips, gently grabbing at the skin there.

Steadying yourself you start moving up and down bouncing on Joel’s thick, hard cock - starting out with a slow rhythm. Feeling the tip of his length hitting just the right spot of your cervix with every movement. Core burning with white hot desire, in this position you were definitely not going to last very long.

Joel dips his head, lips skating over the skin between the valley of your breasts, leaving a trail of wet kisses. You moan, loud enough that the neighbours definitely heard, as he takes a nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Tongue circling around the sensitive bud, it peaking in response.

The muscles in your thighs are burning. But the sheer desire of Joel splitting you open with his cock supersedes that and you continue picking up the pace slightly - hurtling fast towards your climax. Chanting his name like a prayer.

“m’not gonna last darlin’ so—fucking—good” Joel groans hands moving down from you hips to your ass, kneading the supple skin gently. Leaning forward to connect your lips together in a passionate but breathless kiss as you continued to ride him.

He could tell you were getting close, movements getting sloppier by the minute, walls fluttering around his length and he wasn’t far behind either. Taking one of his hands from your behind, traversing round to your front, fingers glancing lightly over your sensitive clit for a few strokes. Lips detaching from his in a instant as you screamed in pleasure.

“I’m gonna—” not getting the chance to finish the sentence before your climax hit quick and hard. Back arching, head thrown back, Joel’s name tumbling from your lips. Swearing you could see stars littering the insides of your eyelids.

In the same moment Joel’s strong arm wraps around your back as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours, length twitching inside your tight cunt as he painted your walls with hot, sticky cum. A throaty moan leaving his lips.

Your labored breaths were the only sounds in the room, both taking a moment to come down for your highs. Body aching, core in particular still fluttering with pleasure, still full to the hilt with him. Moving to lean into the crook of his neck

“That’s one way to get rid of the nightmares I guess” you smiled, whispering against the sweaty skin beneath your lips, pressing a soft kiss there. He chuckled, broad frame shaking beneath you “Anytime baby, anytime”.

[luveline]

imma kiss you but i'll keep it classy anyway <33

baby blurb idea - kisses before dinner steve teaching one of his kids how to ride a bike (or something to the effect)

thank you for your request 🥺 kisses before dinner universe ♥︎ dad!steve x mom!reader

Steve can hear you humming for Dove and Beth on the grass by the porch. The sun bears down on his neck, and his palms are a little clammy but he's hoping Avery won't notice. 

"It's easy, Ave," he promises, her growing-too-fast shoulders in his hands. "You'll be fine." 

She's uncharacteristically nervous, hands white-knuckled on the handlebars of her purple bike, her hair tickling his nose as she tips her head back to see his face. 

"What if I fall off?" she asks. 

Steve gives her shoulders a good rub. "Baby, that's why we're on the grass, okay? If you fall off, it might hurt a little bit, but mom's right there ready to kiss any owies, and I'll beat up the grass for you." 

"You can't beat up the grass, dad," she says, giggling. 

"Says who? I can beat up anybody." 

"'Cept mom." 

He gasps. "Now why would I ever wanna hurt your mom? She's my sunshine." He moves his hands to her waist, her gingham dress starchy in his fingers. "I'm gonna hold onto you while we go, okay? All you have to do is turn your pedals. Sound good?" 

"Sounds good." 

"My girl's so brave." He kisses the top of her head. "Alright, let's do this thing." 

They get ready. Avery squares her shoulders and brings her jelly shoe onto one pedal, glittery pink poised for the bike ride of a lifetime. Steve holds her steady, and he doesn't need to count. He and Avery are in sync. He starts to push the moment her second foot rises off the cushy grass, faster than he thought she'd go. They run down the lawn, a quarter, half, and Avery is struck with a sudden panic. 

"Dad, wait! I can't do it!" 

"We can! Come on, Avery, you're doing so good!" 

"Daddy!" she shrieks in fear.

She wobbles side to side. Steve helps her slow down. By the time they've stopped they're at the bottom of the lawn. Avery won't look him in the eye when he rounds to face her. 

He chuks her small chin. "Hey, Ave, it's okay. We're gonna do as many tries as you need to do. You don't have to win the very first time." 

"Are you sure?"

Steve tries to pour as much fatherly love and confidence through his eyes and into hers as he can. "I'm sure."

Steve pulls her bike back up to the top of the lawn. You make Dove shake her chubby arm in Steve's direction, her sunhat bobbing. 

Bethie blows bubbles at them with a smile. "You can do it, Avery!" she cheers. 

"That's right," you second. "We believe in you, sweetheart!" 

Avery glares, determined, and gets back on her bike. A quarter of the way down the lawn, half– Steve lets go of her waist. 

Avery pedals to the bottom of the lawn and brakes before she hits the road. 

Steve stares in silence as you cheer loudly and approach from behind, "Yay! Oh, well done baby! You did it! You're amazing!" Your voice drips love and pride, your hand clasping his wrist as you come to join him at the halfway point. Bethie sprints down to the bottom of the grass to hug her beaming sister. 

"Stevie?" you ask, Dove wedged against your chest. 

He swallows a lump. "She did it," he says. 

"Aw, handsome," you murmur sympathetically. 

"I did it, dad!" 

Avery runs up the lawn with her bike, dropping it at Steve's feet as he swings her up into his arms. He hides his teary eyes in her hair. You pat his back. Trust Steve to remember at the last moment that his little girls are growing up. 

[crazysodomite]

i have the okay ♥ yay ♥ temperament

[alovesongtheywrote]

pretty please write another chapter of nightmare academia!! /nf your writing is so good!!

♥ Summary: thank you!! here u go!! In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Reid fixes your mistakes and you get all blushy about it.

♥ Warnings: a minor character deals with intrusive thoughts and self-worth issues. also, implications of gambling and mentions of sex

♥ A/N: yay, chapter complete! now if spencer could come and tell me that i'm better than my intrusive thoughts, that would be great <3

♥ Word Count: 1,970

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Spencer was having an okay sort of day.  Yes, it was a Monday, but despite all that, things had gone somewhat well.  His classes had passed by smoothly, his students had asked all the right questions, and the heat in the building had come back on.  The terrible cursed image you had set as his desktop screen seemed less cursed today, and none of his belongings had mysteriously disappeared, only to return later somewhere on your person.

Was it weird that he missed his belongings disappearing mysteriously, only to return later somewhere on your person?

Reid pondered that as he sat in his last class of the day.  His students were discussing a new concept amongst themselves in the last few minutes, so he definitely had the time- until he didn’t.  Before he could reach any epiphany, Spencer’s phone buzzed, vibrating so hard that it made the man jump.

In an instant, every eye in the room was on Spencer Reid, shocked and delighted that the notoriously technophobic professor’s phone was vibrating away during class.  Spencer felt like he was twelve again.  At least now, as a grown man and professor, he could dismiss the goddamned class.

He pretended he couldn’t feel their eyes on him as they filed out of the room- they weren’t judging him.  Sometimes phones go BZZZZZZZZT in the middle of class, life’s just like that sometimes.  No, his students were all starting with one specific thought on their minds.

“Whatever message that is, it’s 100% from Professor (L/N).”

And I mean.  They weren’t wrong.  A text from you shone out from Spencer’s phone, begging to be read.

(L/N) (The Nuisance): hey nerd, is there a paper on fight club in our office?

Before Spencer could respond, another little text bubble appeared on his screen.

(L/N) (The Nuisance): the book, not the movie

(L/N) (The Nuisance): actually, it’s kind of both?  Nvm, just lmk if you see it

Spencer sighed, picked up his bag, and headed off to your shared office.  He knew the paper you were talking about.  It was the odd man out amongst papers about the criminalization of sex workers and the morals (or lack thereof) behind the war on drugs.  In other words, it wasn’t something you or Reid would have assigned for a college class.  It belonged to one of your GED students- so, when Spencer saw the paper sitting on the desk the previous Friday, he figured he’d leave it.  You’d grab it, and you’d take it home, and that would be the end of it.

Now, Spencer was on a mission to get that paper back to you.  

He was also on a mission to figure out what the fuck you were talking about.

A short ways away, at the community center, your phone buzzed.  

Annoying Motherfucker: I know which paper you’re talking about.  Would you like me to bring it over?

You had just enough time to fire off a, “Yes, please, thank,” before you turned back to the student whose paper you had so rudely lost.

“Okay, the paper is in my office, my coworker is bringing it over now.”

The student in front of you- a tall young man, Adam- remained silent.  He only responded when you said his name.

“Tell ‘em to leave it.”

“What?  Why?”

“Because I think this is a sign.  The universe is telling me I’m not cut out for this.  I’m not-” he cut himself off, turning away from you in shame.

“Hey, hey, look at me.  You are cut out for this.  Your paper was fantastic, I just-”

“You’re telling me my paper was so fantastic that you forgot it at your day job?  That’s bullshit.  Just be honest with me, Doctor.  It wasn’t a good paper.”

“No- Adam, please, it was a fantastic paper.  I left it in my office, yes, but that’s all on me.  I’ll be honest, I might be a professor, but I’m kind of stupid-”

“If you’re kind of stupid, then what hope do I have?  What am I supposed to do?”

You let out a small, sad breath, “You have all the hope in the world.  You just have to keep trying.”

“Is that what you did?  You tried?”

“I tried, yes.  And I’ll be honest, I got lucky.  I got scholarships and awards, but I had to try for them.  You can do the same.  You have potential.  You have promise.  You can-”

“Don’t tell me I can do anything I set my mind to.  My parole officer told me that two days before my last arrest.  It’s bullshit.  It’s all bullshit.  And you don’t know-”

“You’re right,” you sighed, leaning back against your desk, “I don’t know.  I’ll never know your life, what it’s like to be you.  But I know that you can accomplish great things.  You’re smart, Adam.  You have a great mind, you just-”

“My great mind told me to drive through the front door today.”

You froze.  Adam continued.

“My great mind tells me to do awful, awful things.  I spend half of my time fighting off those thoughts.  What good am I, what can I accomplish if I have those bad fucking thoughts all the goddamned time?”

“Hey, hey,” you tried to soothe the man in front of you as he got louder and angrier- not at you, but at himself.

“And it’s not like I can say I know I won’t act on them.  I have acted on them.  That’s why I’m here, with you, in a community center getting my fucking GED.  That’s why I was in prison, that’s why I’ll never be good at anything but being what I am now.”

You were already frozen, but somehow, you managed to freeze again- not because of Adam’s words, but because you could see Spencer’s face in the doorway.

You stood up straighter, instantly on edge.  You weren’t sure how much of the conversation he had heard.  You didn’t know if he would find something incriminating in Adam’s intrusive thoughts.  You put yourself between the two.

“Hi, Reid.  Do you have the paper?”

“I do.  And I have to say, I’ve never seen Fight Club, but this is a fantastic analysis.  Whoever wrote it clearly has a mind for the literary arts- and for the art of film.”

Your eyes widened slightly- of course, you knew that it was a fantastic analysis.  You had complimented Adam on his work minutes before.  You just weren’t sure what Spencer was about to do.

“If I may,” he stepped to your side so he could speak to Adam directly, “I kind of know what it’s like- to have bad thoughts that you can’t control.”

“Are you shitting me?” Adam asked, though his question was quiet.  It was almost as if he was speaking to himself, asking who the fuck this spindly nerd was and why the fuck this spindly nerd was talking to him.

Honestly?  You had similar questions.

Disregarding both of you, Spencer continued.

“The important thing to acknowledge is that there are no such things as good or bad thoughts.  There are only good and bad actions.  I can’t tell you that what you’ve done doesn’t matter.  It does.  But what matters more is what you’re going to do about it- what matters more is trying to be better.  And this?  Getting your diploma?  That matters.  That’s good.”

Spencer handed the paper over to Adam, “Hey, once you get your GED, let me know, okay?  Dr. (L/N) will tell you where you can find me.  I know a few people who could use literary analysis like yours.”

Before Adam could respond, Spencer had turned and started for the door.  Before he left, he spared you a wave.  You were too shocked to wave back.  

Spencer left silence behind.  You and Adam stood in the thick of it for a few moments.  In those moments, a blush began to burn beneath the skin of your cheeks.  Your heart jumped in your chest, playing a beat that was a little too fast.  Surely, this meant nothing.

In those moments, Adam looked down at the paper in his hands.  He read the little comments you had left in green pen.

After a few minutes, he looked up.  He didn’t turn to face you just yet, but that didn’t stop you from seeing the grin lighting up his entire face.

“Shit, man.  You really did like my analysis, huh?”

“I told you.  I loved it.”

“Yeah, well,” Adam’s gaze returned to the pages in his hands.  He flipped through for a second before barking out a laugh, “You spelled ‘artful’ wrong.  You added an extra ‘L.’”

“Did I?” You asked, closing the space between you to peek at your own error, “Shit.  Well, like I said, I’m kinda stupid.  I’m pretty much a fraud.  That guy, though?  The skinny guy with the facts?  He worked to get to where he is.  He tried.  We just have to do the same thing, and hopefully, things will get better.”

“Maybe.  It’s, uh.  I guess I have no choice but to try, huh?”

“I guess not,” you shrugged and smiled at Adam before stepping back towards your desk.

Adam fell silent, looking between you and the empty doorway for a good minute before he spoke again, “So, that was your coworker?”

“Mhmm.  Yep, that’s the guy.”

“Dr. Reid, right?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, actually.  You’ve heard of him somewhere?”

“From Missy, actually… Fuck, I think I owe her a fifty now.  Shit.”

If you had been drinking something at that moment, you would’ve choked on it.

“Anyway, thanks Doc!  I’ll see ya next week!”

Adam trotted out the door, all grins, not noticing how strangled your, “See you next week!” sounded.

-

Later that night, in the confines of your cozy and un-haunted apartment, you sent a text.  Somewhere else, in his cozy and un-haunted apartment, Spencer’s phone buzzed.

(L/N) (The Nuisance): thank you, Spencer

(L/N) (The Nuisance): seriously.  i owe you one

Annoying Motherfucker: Don’t mention it.  I kind of understand where Adam was coming from, it wasn’t hard for me to say something nice.

You huffed.

(L/N) (The Nuisance): you have a hard time being nice to me!!

(L/N) (The Nuisance): usually

(L/N) (The Nuisance): today was an exception… but srsly, i owe you a favour

Annoying Motherfucker: And I am telling you, you are “srsly” fine.

You smiled down at your phone for a second before you turned off the screen and placed it down beside you.

And almost immediately, that fucker went BZZZZZZZZT.

Annoying Motherfucker: Actually, quick question- what does “nvm” mean?  Also, what does “lmk” mean?

You couldn’t hold back your laugh.

(L/N) (The Nuisance): you seriously don’t know???  you knew what srsly meant, are you telling me you don’t know lmk???

Annoying Motherfucker: …

Annoying Motherfucker: *Thanks.  You said “thank” earlier and it was bothering me.

(L/N) (The Nuisance): omg

Annoying Motherfucker: Hey!  I know that one!

You let out a wheeze.

(L/N) (The Nuisance): you’re fucking adorable

(L/N) (The Nuisance): ok pretty boy, let me explain internet acronyms 

Spencer wouldn’t tell you that he vaguely knew what “nvm” and “lmk” meant.  He’d worked with Penelope Garcia for several years, he had to know.  He just let you talk to him, texting away into the night.

Somewhere else in town, Adam handed Missy fifty dollars- and she promptly handed half of it to Frank.  Frank then split the money with the woman sitting next to him, and so on and so forth until it was well and truly established that everyone in the place 1) knew about the infamous professors and their rivalry, and 2) wanted those professors to stop fighting and fuck already.

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[quinloki]

Hellooooooooo!! Wassup? How have you been?

Could I request size kink, praise kink & after care for Shanks, Ace & Luffy?

Thanks! Take care and cya! <3

You know, I've been good. Had a rough day yesterday, slept in a little too late today, but I'mma try and get this ask done before my shift starts. (yay for WFH).

\o/ I love when people ask for Aftercare ♥ makes me all warm and fuzzy inside!

Without any pomp and circumstance for this, let's get into - I'mma go alphabetically (by first name), cause it places Luffy in a good spot to see the differences between him and his brother, and him and his mentor!

Portgas D. Ace:

Size Kink - Yes - Height-wise I think Ace is fairly neutral on the size thing. He's perfectly happy to be the little spoon, he's perfectly happy to the big spoon. I think he just likes to snuggle regardless. He enjoys wrapping his limbs around you and keeping you close, but he'd be equally as happy to be engulfed by someone (Okay, but now I want to write a Yamato x reader x Ace story, you have no idea.)

Praise Kink - Oh god you don't even know - For a guy who thinks the whole world hates him by virtue of his father, he wants you to know how perfectly he loves you. Ace is abysmal at dirty talk - especially when he gets focused on trying to talk dirty, but praise pours from his lips with a flow and grace you wouldn't know he had.

It all comes from his heart, and the only thing that can knock him out of his groove is if you start praising him. He won't stop, or run away from you, but you can see that freckled face turned bright red. He is likely to start railing you to keep you from talking though - or tickling you, or snuggling you harder, etc.

Aftercare - FUCK Yes - Ace's aftercare is a little lacking at first, but he's attentive to you, and listens well. I feel like Marco and Thatch both would've been making sure he knew that he needed to do it, and as time goes on he gets better and better. To Ace it's another way to show his love, and he gets to praise you more while you're talking through everything.

There's not a whole lot of people who can sit in the tub with you and keep the water warm quite the same way Ace can ^_^

Monkey D. Luffy:

Size Kink - I guess - Bigger, smaller, filled to the brim, or being stirred up inside, Luffy doesn't really have a preference. He'll do his best to fulfill your preferences, especially as your relationship grows, and if anyone can Adjust Their Size in a VARIETY of ways, it's Luffy-gods-damned-D-Monkey.

Interestingly, he prefers to be the big spoon, and given the nature of his body, he'll easily stretch and wrap around you to ensure he is.

Praise Kink - Oh god you don't even know - Oh god he didn't even know. Luffy's been praised before, but there's something different when you praise him. Especially when you're being intimate. It sends a shiver through him that he really likes, and so he'll praise you in return (getting better and better at it as time progresses), because if it makes him feel that good, it probably makes you feel that good too.

Careful with the praises though, if you praise him well while you're climaxing, you might end up climaxing a lot. If you have the stamina for it, then that's great, but Luffy's not known for his restraint.

Aftercare - Yes - Luffy is the middle of the slider for aftercare - he does it every time, and he does it well, but there's no much passion in it. He gets all the credit for seeing it through, and staying focused on it, he's not going to risk skipping it and having you end up in a bad way because of it. In a way, it's a testament to how much he does care about you, because he rarely does anything he doesn't want to, and it's pretty obvious aftercare isn't high on his list.

Still, he washes you, snuggles, massages and kisses you while talking about how things went every time. Then he probably does like a billion laps swinging around the ship because he's still a little ball of gremlin energy xD

Shanks:

Size Kink - Yes - Yes is pretty neutral for Shanks, since there's so little he's actively against. He's not against being the big or little spoon, though given his tendency to start things he's usually the one snuggling up to you in one way shape or form. He's definitely not shy about heights, either, but for some reason I feel like Shanks tends to stay within a certain range. I imagine it's almost subconscious though - if someone who was 12' + approached him, he'd be unlikely to say no, but he would be more likely to walk over to someone between like 5'-8' give or take a few inches.

Praise Kink - Oh god you don't even know - Beckmann does nothing but scold him, but he's good, isn't he baby? He's so good to you, doing all those little tender things you like, kissing you so sweetly even if are begging him to go faster that pleasure's still building, isn't it? Just be good, keep taking him so well, you're doing a great job, listen to those sounds, you're so close, aren't you?

Yeah, give or take, Shanks loves praise. He loves to praise you and watch you take pleasure in it just as much as if he were degrading you or teasing you. He loves it when you praise him, even if it's shattered by the pleasure he's giving you and nearly formless. It's okay, you're doing good, he knows exactly what you're trying to say. ♥

Aftercare - FUCK Yes - Shanks' Aftercare game is on point. He's had plenty of practice and a lot of it is almost second nature. He might not consciously fill the role of dom, but it doesn't stop him from taking care of his partner. I feel like he's almost always going to be the more experienced person in the relationship no matter what - he's just so much of a free spirit looking for a good time that I don't think anyone else could hope to keep up.

And he's not reckless or cruel, so he's good at the whole thing, from the chase, to the foreplay, to mutual pleasure, to the aftercare.