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b0und4gl0ry · 25 days

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Alright, I can't really elaborate on my girlfriend, Beth, without elaborating on my life in general, and the event that led to my homelessness. so here goes:

Beth used to be one of my friends waay back when I was like 15-16, but I realized she was literally the fucking snobbish rich kid stereotype, so we got distant and eventually just stopped talking.

I just kinda hung out with my other friends, and did school shit for a while.

...

About a month or two after I turned 19. my dad came home, super pissed off about something, I don't remember. He apparently didn't like mom trying to calm him down, got Even more pissed somehow. He went to his bedroom, eventually, he came back out, I barely even registered the fact he was holding a shotgun.

You know what he did.

After, I ran to my room, broke the window, jumped out, and fucking booked it.

I had nowhere to go for who knows how long.

I just kinda existed.

Eventually, after what felt like centuries of fighting for my fucking life, I saw someone familiar.

A lanky calico with well kept fur and brown eyes. It was Beth.

I said hey, she said something, that I very much didn't expect.

She fucking, asked if I was okay

And the entire story spilled out my mouth.

She told me I could stay at her place.

And it turns out, she went on a self improvement journey or some shit, and she's... Not an asshole anymore! Lol. And nearly fucking telepathic with how well she knows how to read people.

We got close, I loved to just hear her talk on and on about something she loved, I loved just hearing her talk about some random things that nobody should find interesting... And I loved her dorky ass too.

And that's the story of how I almost died, And also the story of how I met Beth.

Honestly, if I were you, I would go back to where it happened. Hell, you wouldn't even have to leave your van, just do a driveby of the place, and hit the bricks if some bad shit happens.

- Stace T.

the first chapter of "Casey's Mixtape - Bound For Glory" will be added to this post. Asks specifically for Casey will be unanswered while I write this fanfic. Feel free to ask ooc questions though!

Please, don't expect Shakespeare here...this is my first fanfic. Crit appreciated! Fic below the cut!

Chapter One: "I Can Only Run for So Long - Kitsune"

There's a loud slam on the pavement as Casey Hartley hits the ground, disconnecting the feed to his Tumblr blog due to his phones sudden slam. It scrapes his paws, his knees...

And whatever's left of his pride, as well. All of his followers just got to witness him freak out LIVE, over something so small and harmless! She meant WELL, Casey! And you freaked out like a damn...some kind of...ugh...

He picks up his phone, finding a nice crack in the glass...which just sets him off more

"FUCK- GODDAMNIT!" He yells in a rage, kicking his van door shut with his paw, slamming it with a 'thunk'

He lays back down, covering his face with his hands, facing up at the sky. He groans loudly, his tail bristled.

"...it's...it's not real..." Casey whimpers to himself "...you're in Ohio, remember...?"

And then, he sits up quick, instinctively reaching for his belt in a haze...just to find...nothing there! Just like he said! That...fucking THING...it wasn't real!

And honestly? He wishes it was real, just this once...cause it'd give him, in his mind, something better to cry about.

"Fu-u-uck!" He cries to himself as he flops back down, defeated as usual.

He slowly turns his head upwards to look at the stars above. A vast, deep, black sky with white dots peppering it, like spilled salt on a countertop.

The air is cool, crisp, and clean...a owl hoots off in the distance. then the silence, deafening silence. Maybe a car passing by every so often, but mostly...

Quiet.

He's not sure what to do now. What's the decision to even make? Where is he going?

Sometimes, he even forgets where he is. After a while, every highway looks the same, blending into a blur of black, white, and fluorescent yellow. Moving fast, curving and swirling and moving...like a snake dragging him into eternity.

But he mainly feels...defeated. Like he's hit rock bottom again. No, more like he hit rock bottom and then kept digging.

He looks to the still open door of his van. His sanctuary. Home on the road. A...roam?

Roaming, it's what he's been doing for so long. Driving, eating, sleeping, interesting, and then all again tomorrow, like a snake eating it's tail and spinning in a circle. What's that called...a ouroboros! He thought about getting a tattoo of it once.

He's eating his own tail as we speak. He'll get up and keep driving. Eventually he always does. He's a stubborn ass.

The night continues on. Time will pass, and more trains will come and go. The owl hoots, the crickets chirp. The grass sways, the wind blows.

Casey crawls back to his van, climbing in the main living space, sitting on the dirty floor, littered with monster energy cans and...well, lots of soup cans. Geez, he's let himself go.

His voice cracks and wavers as he speaks, cutting through the quiet like a knife

"I...I give up" Casey wavers to himself, as he slowly inches towards the driver's seat

Casey sits in the driver's seat, the worn fake leather welcoming his form like a warm hug, and he starts the van. He's going back 'home', if it's still there.

The van slowly rumbles to life, the engine humming beneath him like a purring cat. A quick glance at the clock on the dashboard--2:22 am. It really is late, isn't it? But it doesn't matter. He needs to drive. Go, Casey, go! Do what you're best at!

The van keeps going, the engine humming and the heat kicking in at the flick of a switch. Eventually, the old, cracked, pot-hole infested main road ends, and he finds himself back on the freeway. The stars above, the trees passing by...the silence is almost deafening.

God, the highway...highway 56? 64? Where is Casey Hartley? At this point, even he doesn't know anymore. The numbers on the exits pass by. There's the faint feeling of familiarity, but it's been six months, hasn't it? Has anything changed much? Probably not, right?

A road sign catches his eyes. The I-76. Ohio to Pennsylvania. He was this close to home already? Wasn't he just in Indiana? Wasn't he in Kentucky?? Wasn't he in Tennessee???

The actual 'radio' hasn't worked in a while, and he's too tired to plug in his phone to blast any kind of tune to wake himself up. Death Grips normally wakes him up by now...but...he can't bring himself...

There's a heavy rumble that stirs him awake. Rumble strips! Don't drive off the freeway, Casey! Are you fucking crazy?!

He jerks awake, staring at the road, and gripping a energy drink in his shaking paw and chugging it to stay awake. The artificial taste, which used to be fun and inviting, is now dull to his fried tastebuds.

He's almost back in Pennsylvania, and back to the town that's called home. But is it really home? Has it been the whole time he's been away, or has it become a foreign place? He guesses he'll just sees when he gets there.

The van dings softly. It needs gas. He needs to 'feed his baby' as he so loving calls his humble van. His baby. And babies need food!

And so, he finds a stop after pulling onto a exit ramp, dragging his little baby to a 24-hour Pilot gas station.

There are some lights, some people here and there, a sign about fresh snacks inside, and a small, gas station looking building where an attendant waits. She's a pretty Calico cat. Her name is Beth, as shown on her name-tag.

The attendant is a little tired. But they have a warm smile for him. They even said hello as he pumped some too-expensive gas into the van, letting it run for a bit first before setting the nozzle aside. He finishes, gets back, pays for gas, and decides to peruse the gas station's wares before he moves on.

"Aw shit...they got a Subway?" Casey says to himself. He actually loves subway sandwiches. He has cash to spare, and his stomach roars like a tiger. Yeah, it's dinner time!

He strolls forwards, entering the Subway quickly. The walls are beige, with the all too familiar smell of fresh bread, and the old, mid-2010's art on the walls, the dining benches...

But it's time for the main event, as he walks up to the sandwich making station. There's a short, black cat standing at the counter, and she's prepared for anything Casey throws at her, figuratively and literally, considering customer service work

But, no, Casey is ever so polite. He orders a All-American Club. Hold the tomatoes and most of the sauces...keeping the lettuce and adding extra Parmesan cheese to the order. He also picks up one of those "Sidekicks", specifically the footlong pretzel. Boy's gotta eat!

And, well...he gets a blue raspberry slushee too. That'll wake him up good, mixed with the caffeine in his system.

He pays for his order, his voice softer than usual due to his sleepiness, and he can almost swear the black cat does a double-take when she looks at him, but she doesn't say anything, at least until he gets outside and she scurries up to the kind Beth at the counter.

She probably mistook him for someone else, right?

But no more wondering, he needs to eat. He skitters back to his van, and hops back in the cab, setting up his laptop for a YouTube and Subway session.

He's gonna hate having crumbs everywhere, but...fuck it, it's his van.

He settles in, watching a video of some TF2 gameplay. Deep down, he's still a gamer. He remembers being a Scout main. God, when him and Gregg would play together, it was a troll-fest.

But now he watches Medic gameplay, mainly. Casey likes his voice lines...and design...

Well, nevermind all of that. He's gonna Eat Something.

He props up one of the flip-up doors under his bed that hold his clothes and other things, and is able to use it as a tiny table to place his bounty on. He places it down and unwraps the sandwich first. Now this is some peak home decor.

Oooh, god, it smells really fucking good. The sandwich...tasty, with the bread and the cheese and the meat and the bacon! Oh, this is a great night.

And the Medic has a wonderful accent. It's soothing, in a way. Almost comforting.

The sandwich is a tasty one, as Casey chews through it like he hasn't ate for days...which may or may not be true. And it's a satisfying size, making eating it a joy, instead of a chore. Casey's got good taste in food, too. Casey is a bit messy, but he's doing just fine...his van, his rules.

It's Casey's mess, his rules. As long as he's comfortable, that's what matters, right? There's nobody around to judge him here, so there's not much that he should worry about. Just good food, good drink, good entertainment.

But after he finishes up his sandwich, and his pretzel, and his smoothie, ends his night with just scrolling around on Pinterest and boogieing out to music.

The more Casey looks, the more he finds, and the more he scrolls through, and...oh dear. Well, he should go to sleep soon, shouldn't he? It's like...2 am...The more Casey looks, the more he finds, and the more he scrolls through, and...oh dear. Well, he should go to sleep soon, shouldn't he? It's like...2 am...

Casey pushes the laptop off of himself, making it land softly on a cushion to charge for tomorrow. Sleep would be lovely right now, and he's got the perfect set up for it.

And slowly, Casey drifts off to sleep, snuggling into his pillow and probably thinking many things to himself.

Sadly, his dreams are never peaceful...Never.

#THE BELOVED ANON SAID #“RETURN TO POSSUM SPRINGS”#LINK THE FIC TO THE BLOG!!! DO IT NOW!#but no to be real I'm glad you have Beth #Stace #I hope y'all get married and have lots of silly moments now!#nitw casey #first fanfic #nitw art #nitw fanart #night in the woods #b4gresponds #b4gtalk #casey'smixtape #constructive critism welcome

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cowardlykrow · 2 months

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He’s a horrible bastard but also what if I made him sooo small

#And vaguely Stitch coded #To the anon who said they were obsessed with me and tinky… I accidentally deleted your ask so…. This one’s for u 😔#my beloved #For their comment on minitinky that I already forgot cuz it’s 2AM and that was my first mistake #the actual pain I felt when I deleted it oh my god #I’m a monster #//Krow scribbles

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absurdumsid · 2 months

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crossfell and implied colourkiller from the whiteboard teehee

Fell! Sans belongs to Fella/Vic X! Sans/Cross belongs to jakei95 Killer! Sans belongs to rahafwabas Corrupted! Nightmare belongs to jokublog

#anon who said crossfell is for fell! cross i see u i swear i just do NOT know what the proper ship name is #fell sans #x sans #cross sans #crossfell #<- IN YOUR FACE !!#killer sans #corrupted nightmare #nightmare sans #implied colourkiller my BELOVED ACK #<- this ispart of jacketswap im sorry im sor #sanscest #sans au #sid art #SOBS I LVOE THBEJAGCS #kills msyelnfkdhbgsdac

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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general!kiba’s surprise when you initiate sex for the first time. watching him train that day had you thinking all sorts of thoughts about him, his speed, the way he moved so effortlessly. so gracefully. the way he manhandled his troops when they were sparring. has him growing desperately hard when you sit on his lap and whine about how bad you want him when you go to your room for the night. let’s you fuck him. which is an entirely new experience. let’s you set the pace as you bounce up and down on his- *gets yanked off stage by comically large cane*

- 🐀

BRING LITTLE MOUSEY ANON ONTO THE STAGE, BRING THEM BACK RIGHT NOW!!

18+ fem!reader / royalty AU

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he tries so hard to let you have control.

but goddammit, it's hard. it's really fucking hard to just watch you ride his cock and hold you by the hips so that you can try and take him better, deeper, and simply do... nothing.

he watches your face as you straddle his lap and hold the tightest grip he's ever felt from you on his shoulders. he's reclining in the armchair that's positioned in one corner of your shared bedroom; the one that's big enough for you to sink your knees in now that you're riding him, and that he sometimes just plops on to people watch whilst they tend to their chores in the courtyard below.

feeling how soft the cushioning is underneath him as you slowly bounce up and down, kiba thinks it's borderline bizarre. he still isn't quite used to owning a house this big and with so many riches stored inside it, even less to having a literal princess, blue blood coursing her veins and everything, sitting on his dick.

but he certainly won't complain about it.

no, the pay is too good to grumble about, even if he has to risk his life to acquire it from time to time. the expensive furniture, limitless supply of food and drink and comfort are all worth it, too. so he watches in silence. continues to sit in his brand new armchair like he's a king lounging on his throne, despite the fact that that's what your father's job is supposed to be.

and as for the king's daughter, well... the general just finds you adorable. the pace he's let you decide on is slow; careful. he wants to go faster, to take you in the usual fashion he prefers, which is in a much rougher way than this. wishes to ravage you until there'd be nothing left of you and he'd simply pass out from exhaustion right after and wake up in the morning feeling like his soul isn't stuck inside his body quite right. but alas, he can see that you're struggling, so he remains dormant.

and it's evident, your struggle. you've only taken a little more than half of his length and sweat already covers your brow in a layer so thick that it makes your skin gleam. one sleeve of your nightgown hangs loosely off of your shoulder, revealing your collarbone, which he's since littered with small bruises and bite marks, as well as the curve of your breast.

there are plenty of them, the love bites, because you've been at it for a long while. he's never been a patient man, but the moon that now sits high in the starry sky and drapes you both in its gentle light, can serve as his witness that he's still letting you do your thing.

though, his patience has pretty much run out by now.

because god, you're still so tight even after all this time; almost unbearably so. he knows it's because of the fact you're overthinking this entire thing, but the way your pussy squeezes him whenever he pushes into you by another inch makes him want to bare his teeth to the world and growl like an animal. to lift his hips and ram himself into you until you'd be so full of him that your little hole wouldn't even be able to leak a single droplet of his cum.

but he can't cum yet. silvery strings of your arousal and the saliva he's spat between you to make the job easier for you, now bridge the narrow gap between your bodies the moment your clit finally kisses the tuft of dark hair below his waist. he looks down at the contact and sure enough; there's a prominent ring of milky slick around the base of his cock when your hips stutter and you try to go back.

it's a small victory you've just achieved, albeit terribly short-lived for his taste, he thinks.

he supposes he understands the reason as to why; it's only been a short while since he's taken your virginity, after all. your most intimate parts are still sensitive, and the deep angle the position provides, as well as the way his thick cockhead now strokes some inner part of you that feels soft and awfully tender - too tender - proves to be something that greatly overwhelms you.

he holds you in it, however, the position. with his hands still on your hips, his grip suddenly turns tenacious and his knuckles flash stark white as he fights against you to keep you exactly where you are. it seems like he's done playing your game.

"hold still," he says, his voice slightly breathless but firmly gruff. it's the same assertive tone he uses when he's talking to his soldiers.

and it's also the same tone he spoke in whilst he'd been on the training grounds earlier today; shirtless, golden skin dewy from sweat, body moving effortlessly despite its great size. his jaw had been set, and you definitely noticed a rather intense look flare up in his dark eyes when he'd spotted you watching. even his presence alone had become more intimidating in mere seconds.

perhaps it had been because of the focus, or the pesky need to impress that tends to gnaw on him as of late. nevertheless, he looked just about ready to crush the skull of the unlucky rookie who'd had the balls to take him on either way.

and lucky him, it seems that he did actually manage to impress you by the end of the sparring session, because you're here now; doing this. you've offered yourself to him by taking charge right after you'd kissed him passionately by stepping onto your tippy-toes and pulling him in close. until he was groaning into your sweet mouth and grabbing greedy handfuls of your ass right over the nightgown.

you couldn't help yourself. something about the way he looked so graceful whilst fighting and teaching the younger men had lit some wicked urge inside you which you just couldn't ignore from how ceaselessly it kept clawing at the walls of your mind. the way he fights is like a dance, despite that he's made it clear to you that he won't and never will spin you around the ballroom of your father's castle.

he's just so-

you mewl, your body squirming as if trying to get away from him when he lifts his hips up to test out your newly-updated limits and abruptly breaks your train of thought. a pout forms as you say, "th-that hurts."

"it'll pass," he tries to console you coarsely. his throat feels like it's on fire, god you just feel so good. "just... ah, just give it a moment."

your whining fills the room in an instant at the way he brushes you off, and it grows louder by the second. his eyes want to roll into the back of his head from the sensation of being entirely inside you at long last. meanwhile, your own want to nearly pop out of your fucking sockets because of the overbearing fullness he makes you endure.

minutes pass; long minutes spent by panting and exchanging messy kisses. you listen to his request as you stay still and try to cockwarm him, as he calls it. he's deep in your belly, throbbing and growing even bigger, hotter. it makes your pulse skyrocket, especially when he readjusts on the armchair and eases his grip.

the tip of his nose bumps against your chin as he makes you tip your head back so that he can kiss your throat. his tongue is warm as he licks the sweat off your skin. the amount of salt that he tastes now only makes him feel guilty for straining your body to its limits like this.

"ride it," he urges you softly. unlike before, his voice is a mere coo now. "when you're ready."

"how?" you ask, swallowing hard. you sink your nails into his shoulders again as if readying yourself for the ache, but when you roll your hips to test it out, it's almost gone.

"however you want," he mumbles, smiling faintly at the little gasp you let out when you repeat the same movement for a second time. his face is nearly buried in your tits from how closely you cling onto him. he could die as a happy man like this, truly. "just fuck yourself on my cock until you cum... i am at your disposal."

heat sears your face because of his lewd language and the way he offers himself to you so freely. you doubt you'll ever get used to it, but it's nice to know that you've got the big bad war general wrapped around your finger. "...but i don't know how."

he chuckles at your sudden timidness. "i'll help you."

and just like that, his hands guide you to a slow, sensual rhythm again. up and down, up and down, up and down - you're taking him entirely this time. pride washes over you despite the loud squelching noises the wetness that you emit now causes, especially when he grunts out a quiet, "good girl... good lil' princess."

and when his thumb circles your clit, it's like heaven opens up just to swallow you whole.

#i know i've said it before but i love writing about our beloved general sm jfjdjdjdj #like i feel so inspired idk how to explain it #once again my face is just like 🥺#kiba x reader #kiba smut #naruto smut #biscuit drabbles #🐀 anon #biscuit mail

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yandere-daydreams · 11 months

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You might already know this, but I just found out that apparently Miguel just goes commando most of the time (according to the comics at least). And he isn't wearing any clothing under his suit.

Ever since I found that out I've just been absolutely blown because it never occurred to me that could've ever been the case.

his suit is digital too (sort of like a solid hologram i think because future technology is basically just magic), so there is a very real possibility that this man is one power shortage away from having his dick out on top of the empire state building. we love the confidence but also sir what exactly did pants do to you. what canon event made it so that the grand majority of spider people have to free ball it in skin-tight spandex suits.

#hence pavitr and spider noir my beloveds #they saw that the rest of the spider community was doing and said #'nah i think i'm going to wear pants actually'#personal #anon ask

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zeeckz · 7 days

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thank you anon!!

#anon I'd like to think you were coming from the best of places bc you said “beloved moots” but #on a serious note. what on earth was i supposed to answer to that. like ok i think i understand what you mean but #i don't think there was absolutely any need to tell me that?#it's okay if it's not your thing. as you've seen it's not something I personally execute. however 99% of his fanart fits your interests #this could've been a “I love the way you draw him” (still gets your point and it saves us a discussion)#<- surely you could've worded that with your own personal wording but you understand what I mean yes?#also i do appreciate the enthusiastic support. just. y'know. not sure what you expected me to reply to the rest of it #ask

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dollsuguru · 26 days

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imagine a double date, suguru with reader and satoru with sukuna (it was all satoru's idea, sukuna and suguru are confused af and reader is just vibing)

AHHHHHHH YOU GET IT ANON (i have something similar to this in the works 🤭🤭🤭 it’s a silly lil roadtrip)

but this idea is so funny bc satoru is like guys let’s go on a double date :D and suguru is like… who are YOU gonna bring anyways you’re not dating anybody… cut to sukuna already sitting at the restaurant smirking at suguru 😭 satoru is footing the whole bill so that’s why sukie was like yeah idgaf i’ll join and he makes sure to sit next to reader to annoy BOTH suguru and satoru 🤭🤭🤭 sukuna: hey, try some of this pasta it’s delicious *he feeds reader w his fork while side eye smirking satosugu* meanwhile suguru’s eye is twitching out of anger and satoru’s **** is twitching bc he’s a cuck WHO SAID THAT……………….. ahem . back 2 the idea though!

i love that the consensus is that reader is just vibing and happy to be there bc that really is so them 😭 just unbothered and sexy <333 (sukie deffo out loud calls the desserts shitty btw he’s like my desserts are way better) and satoru is like ahahaha yeahhhh they areeeee ^.^ (he’s trying to get into sukuna’s pants) and suguru is just like… mentally telling sukuna to kill himself while also being really doting and romantic to reader (suguru & sukuna both dote on them and they’re both trying to get a rise out of the other one, moreso sukuna than suguru) and JEJDJDJDJ honestly at the end of the dinner satoru probably would proposition a foursome idk he just would

#asks #anon #sukuna agrees and is like yea sure idgaf i have nothing better to do #meanwhile suguru is carrying reader like a purse out of the establishment #(i have a foursome fic w them in the works shhhhhhhh)#idk i just think. reader & satoru getting railed would be cute <333 #sukie tries to get a rise out of suguru and then sukuna finds himself getting absolutely DESTROYED by suguru :3 #HARD/SOFT DOM SUGURU X BRATTY SWITCH SUKUNA X BRATTY SUB SATORU X SWEET SUB READER MY BELOVEDS <333 #i just had a vision of reader & satoru on the bed next to each other making out while suguru fucks reader & sukuna fucks satoru #((will sukuna & reader make out idk maybe)) (((will suguru and sukuna make out idk maybe))) ((((satosugu are def making out))))#AGAIN THIS ONE WILL BE. AN OUTLIER. IT WON’T BE CANON!!!!! i truly don’t think suguru would share reader at ALL #BUTTTTTTT I DO HAVE A SEX FIC!!!!! IN THE WORKS B/T SUGURU & READER!!!!!!#idk if anyone rmbrs but in black is the color reader & suguru said a ‘sit on my face’ pick up like #welp. the aftermath will ensue. (suguru sits on reader’s face)#hehehehehehehe #i’m all over the place is this how one minute in my brain is legitimately like #random ideas and tangents that don’t make any sense 😭😭😭 BUT OH WELL :3

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