#keep it scruffy y'know?

[buckyalpine]

im just tossing it out here but i headcanon that bucky and y/n’s first dance at their wedding was to the song “until i found you” by stephen sanchez bc that is, in fact, their theme song.

love ya, have an amazing day bby- gossip girl xoxo

IM CRYING YES. I'm actually sobbing, I want this. I want to dance with the love of my life in the living room after wine in comfy clothes, with this being our wedding song. Anyway. In coming sweet sweet fluff while I go continue to cry.

"Can't believe I found you" Bucky leans down to whisper in your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, the gentle action causing an array of aww's and coo's from the audience. There isn't a dry eye in the room. Not one. He holds you by the waist, nice and close to him, your arms draped over his shoulders. His hand holds yours as it rests against his chest, your wedding ring twinkling each time it catches the light.

"How I get so lucky, to fall in love with you sweet girl" His nose bumps against yours, letting his lips brush against your cheek when a stray tear slips out. "Just want to hold you in my arms forever till we're both old"

"Never want you to let go" You sniffle, leaning up to kiss his sweet lips, making everyone else emotional all over again while you both gaze at each other with heart eyes, swaying under the soft light focused on you. "Didn't fall in love until I met you"

"I got my life back when you came into it, y'know th-that?" Bucky tries his best to keep his voice steady but it's hard when he's holding his beautiful wife in his arms on his wedding day, surrounded by those closest to him. He gets emotional himself, smiling against your palm as you cup his scruffy cheek, wiping away the tears he allows to fall. He feels so free and alive with you, letting the world see just how vulnerable he can be with his angel, how safe she makes him feel.

"I don't think I can do this" Steve sniffles, swallowing a hiccup between shallow breaths, having already used his pocket square to mop away the waterfall of tears that started to flow as soon as you'd said I do to his best friend at the altar.

"Get-get it together" Sam rasped, his throat sore from the constricting lump that kept trying to make its way up, obnoxiously sniffling into a napkin after seeing you wipe away Bucky's tears. "Y'know what, I can't do it either"

"Lady y/n and Sargent Barnes make a lovely pair" Thor beamed, admiring how perfect you looked together, looking at each other as if there was no one else in the room, in your own little bubble of love.

Tony silently handed over his napkin to Steve who was still biting onto his lip to keep it from wobbling though he realized he'd made a poor choice, his own eyes growing steamy seeing you nuzzle into your husband, the words you were whispering causing his cheeks to blush.

"Getting emotional there, Tones" Nat teased while the billionaire rolled his eyes, subtly flicking away a tear.

Bucky felt a different kind of happiness, one where he was warm and bundled up in your comfort, his heart protected with your love. You'd wrapped him up in softness and comfort like no other.

"I love you Mrs. Barnes. To the ends of the earth, till my last breath, for the rest of my life, I'm gonna love you" Bucky promised, letting out a wet chuckle at your whimper, gently dipping you down for a final kiss while the crowd erupted in applause and their own share of sniffles. "So glad I found you"

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #marvel fluff #avengers fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x freader #bucky barnes x fluff

[malereadermaniac]

Bully! ~ Yoichi x Male Reader

Idk what the public opinion on Camp Buddy is, but Yoichi is hot, and I wanna write abt him

For the purpose of this fic Yoichi is like 4-5 inches taller than you - ever if your 6" like me 😭

Male reader - fem readers dni!

Mentions of nudity and mentions of spice! No actual NSFW tho

You and Yoichi had a very straightforward relationship - bully and bullied

You were a timid kind-a guy - liked by many but no-one would stick their neck out for you

So you were what Yoichi would call "an easy target"

It was non-stop 24/7

Everytime Yoichi saw you he would find some way to pick on you or tease you

His antics varied from small comments to threatening to beat the shit out of you

His actions never actually matching his words but he got the message across

You could see it in Yoichi's eyes that he couldn't bring himself to hit you for no reason

Once your eyes were graced with the scruffy purple locks and ragged body of the muscular man, your ears would be equally graced with snide comments

"God! You're so pathetic, (n/n)"

"Fucking hell you're so weak!"

And if you'd try to ignore the taller man, he would get personally offended

"Oh, what? So I'm not worth your time now, am I, (y/n)?"

Being the compassionate person that you are, you tried to understand why Yoichi was the way he was - he had a rough childhood and has practically no family

But fuck did it get harder and harder to understand that bully!

With the camp sports day coming up, tension was clearly building within your cabin

The main person creating the tension being Yoichi

So when the purple haired man shouted at you for the 5th time today for not being able to climb a ten foot fucking rope - you felt something in you snap

The man towered over you, shirtless from his own training - annoyance visible on his face

But for the first time since your little relationship had begun, you matched his expression

"Is climbing a rope that fucking hard, (n/n)?" Yoichi teases you, his tone oozing petty annoyance

"How 'bout you just shut the hell up, Wolf Boy!?"

You gagged him a little bit with that one

Yoichi had never seen you snap back at him, he was left speechless for long enough to allow you to hit him with more

"Just 'cause you're insecure about yourself doesn't mean you have to fucking harrass me y'know?!" You shout, pushing your hands against the hunks muscular chest, pushing him backwards

"A-At least I-I ca-an use my muscles-"

"Wow! Can't even form a sentence now can you? Just fuck off you bonehead!" You keep shouting at the speechless man

Youchi should be getting mad at you right now

He's supposed to be annoyed and be mouthing off back at you with a pissed off scowl on his face

But instead, the rugged man is... blushing???

Barely anyone snaps back at him when he teases them - especially not you!

Why was his heart beating faster by the second?

And why could Yoichi only focus on how your body was moving with anger and sass?

"What? Can't mouth off anymore, can ya?" You tease the wolf boy, crossing your arms across your chest and looking up into Yoichi's eyes with slight disgust

In the span of 2 seconds, it clicked in Yoichi's brain what was happening to him

So just like a wild animal, he acted on his instincts and feelings

"What can I say, (y/n)? I get speechless when I'm around ya~" the muscular man FLIRTS with you

"HUH?! W-What are you on about now?!" You stammer out, a blush rushing to your cheeks as you avert your eyes

Yoichi moves closer to you, so you move backwards out if nervousness

You two move closer and further from one another until your back hits the wall of the rope-climb - Yoichi cornering you

"Heh... I'd never noticed you were so cute, shortie" Yoichi teases, his arm resting on the wall above your head

"F-Fuck off!" You say as you keep blushing, gently pushing your hands against Yoichi's chests

'Fuck he's so buff...' you think to yourself as you push against his massive pecs

"Ha! Alright alright... I'll see ya 'round, shortie~" Yoichi flirts as he turns around, waving goodbye to you without giving you a single glance

'What the fuck just got into him? AND WHY AM I HARD?!' You think to yourself, almost hyperventilating from the mix of emotions and panic you were feeling

Which was justified, your longtime bully just randomly started flirting with you

Calling you 'shortie' and 'cute'! Who just randomly does that?!

And it didn't help that you shared a cabin with the muscular man

So when you saw him later that night, all he did was give you a smirk and a wink

WHAT THE FUCK

You just tried your best to ignore him, heading straight for the bathroom to change into your pj's

The rest of the guys could tell something was off, you'd usually chat to all of them before changing

And Yoichi was never this silent, he was clearly lost in thought - which was rare since Yoichi barely ever used his brain!

Randomly, Yoichi goes towards the bathroom - once again following his instincts to just see you and tease you

He barges in on you changing

You jolt up and freeze at the sound of the door banging open

Silence fills the room as Yoichi gets practically entranced by your ass - a blush sprouting on his face as he bares his teeth in a grin

You turn around slightly to see the taller man eyeing you down - your turn also revealing your soft dick

"Damn, shortie~ Giving me quite the show aren't ya?" Yoichi says with a teasing smile, eyeing up your body

You were speechless, but you could still force your muscles to throw whatever was in your hand at the rugged man

"You pervert!" You shout, the item of clothing in your hand landing directly on Yoichi's face

It just so happened that the item of clothing was your underwear....

The universe must have it out for you today.

The purple haired man grabs the worn boxers and bunches them up - making a comment about them being cute or funny then giving you a horny smirk

'So cute... they smell good too ya know'

'SHUT UP!' You shout, pushing the man put of the bathroom, your frame still fully naked

'Well I won't turn down some free material' Yoichi thinks to himself as he looks at your bunched underwear and chuckles as he remebrs your reaction to him seeing you buttnaked

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fanfic #fluff #cute gay #camp buddy #camp buddy x male readers #yoichi yukimura #yoichi yukimura x reader #yoichi yukimura x male reader #camp buddy x reader #m reader #gay sfw #male reader sfw #camp buddy imagine #gay imagine #x m reader

[seeingstarks]

weight of two souls

summary : it's thanksgiving and neither you or phil want to leave each others arms to go and meet the family. does it even happen? pairing : cm punk x afab!reader cw : pure fluff, cuddling, kissing, hip/thigh squeezing, cursing, nose nuzzling, babygirl/good girl & king/queen nicknames, innuendos "sound proof walls" / "taking his scepter" a/n : can you tell how much i've been missing the old man? x) i've been working on this for about a week or so and put my entire heart & soul into it. please reblog!! keep rude comments to yourself. <33 there may be a few spelling/grammar errors. word count : 1,291 words tag list : @harmshake gif credit : @adamjf

once the leaves started to fall your mood did the opposite, haunting month passing by in an instant.

calender flipping to november, the days went by agonizingly slow, this being one of your least favorite months of the season.

thanksgiving was soon approaching and your family always wanted to make it this huge get together. no being anti-social and locking yourself away, wishing you could every year. atleast they allowed you to bring a friend from work, if you could call him that.

the chicago native was more than a friend to you, he stayed up with you through your worst nights, steeping you both fresh cups of tea and/or coffee even if it meant catching up on sleep the next day, as long as he knew you were okay.

ever since he laid eyes on you, he made a best friend with just a simple hello and allowing you to pet his dog, larry. restless nights sharing deep dish pizza and mindy's eventually lead to cuddling, his inked arms wrapped around you, placing a kiss to his scruffy cheek.

the alarm clock chirping as sun peaked through your blackout curtains, neither of you wanted to get up for the morning - well afternoon.

you were the first to wake up, groggy eyed with phil having his arms snug around your waist, sleeping soundly except for his snoring which could wake up the entire neighborhood. larry decided to seek slumber at the foot of your bed, his head propped up on the chicago native's leg.

managing to shift away from his grasp, you hit the alarm clock with a clenched hand in hopes it would stop the commotion.

"rise and shine sleeping beauty, one hour 'til we meet my family. much as i don't wanna' go.. you promised to tag along for the torture."

phil didn't budge until you deciding to smack him with a pillow, "i'm up! i'm up!" he half-yelled, removing his hands from under the warm covers in an attempt to shield his face.

"a simple g'mornin' kiss would've woken me up too, y'know."

yawning and stretching his arms out, phil took his sweet old time getting ready while you on the other hand began to brush your hair out. bristles making contact with the h/c strands, they untangled after a few more brushes, setting it to the side and entering your closet.

luckily, you prepared your ensemble a night beforehand, slipping out of your clothing from the previous evening and stepping into a pair of black underwear with white polka-dots.

lifting your arms up to put on a shirt, you were met with a firm pair of arms which wrapped around your curvy frame, his lips placing gentle kisses along your neckline.

"mm, phil- could stay like this forever but we gotta' finish getting ready." you informed and looked up into his light brown hues with a playful smile.

"not complaining but i'm more ready than you are- atleast i have pants." shaking your head at the chicago native who indeed had pants on, but no shirt.

you raised an arm up to trace his pepsi tattoo, almost lost in a trance - simply enjoying the moment and his warm embrace as you remained standing still, being held close.

glancing over at your alarm clock, ten minutes seemed to pass by swiftly. spending all day in with your love would usually be no issue, but today you both had plans.

pouting softly and burying your head into the crook of his neck, you debated staying in and bailing on family dinner.

"so cozy.. don't wanna' move." you peeked up at phil, removing your head from his shoulder as he kept his arms securely around your waist, giving your hips a slight squeeze.

tongue darting out between his lips, the chicago native licked them, "i know babygirl... but think of all the cuddles we can get in afterwards. you're my favorite little spoon."

"i better be your only-" before having the chance to finish your sentence, phil captured your lips in a deep kiss one which you returned happily, "you're the only person i want to wake up next to every morning, binge watch horror movies with and much more. i'm so fuckin' lucky to have you in my life, y/n - but we truly should get goin' soon if we don't want to be late." he spoke sincerely although a half-chuckle escaped his lips, a few noticeable smile lines showing.

nodding, you captured his gaze only looking away when blinking - "you mean so much to me, phil. i felt as if there was a missing puzzle piece in my life.. and no matter how hard i tried nothing seemed to fit until you came along. we're the perfect match." placing your forehead against his, the two of you nuzzled noses briefly prior to pulling away from one another.

phil finished getting ready by throwing on his t-shirt which read i'm a collision girl in white letters across the back, tying up his sneakers. you did the same, sporting combat boots and a pair of black pants.

it was a miracle you and phil managed to make it out of the door in time, grabbing your keys and starting the engine up as larry sat buckled in the backseat pampered with dog treats.

"first time i'm officially meeting your family. do they know what to expect?" the chicago native asked, you had told your family about phil countless times.

the fact he was your boyfriend going on six months now and how he treated you perfectly. his queen who could hold a throne all on her own, independent but yearning for a partner. someone to feel safe with - who wouldn't hurt you like past partners. phil was your king - protecting you from harm, trying his best to keep the dark thoughts at bay, you doing the same for him.

"haven't shut up about you ever since we met. if my father heard the words cm punk or phil leave my mouth one more time they may have tried to disown me." you laughed, keeping your eyes on the road.

"ah, well it's a good thing we have sound proof walls - ever since the neighbors complained and when my babygirl gets needy, isn't that right?" you nodded, cheeks a bit flustered as phil placed a hand to your thigh, giving yet another squeeze, while you reached a stop light letting out a whine.

"what's the matter?" phil asked with a smug smirk along his face, causing you to roll your eyes over at him.

"best behavior, daddy-" words betrayed you while squirming under his touch, desperate for more. a loud horn halted you from any obscene thoughts running through your mind, the light turning from red to green as you began to drive again.

the ride wasn't too much longer, a brisk breeze going throughout the car as you cracked the window open for larry, he would let out the occasional bark when stopping by his favorite restaurants, one bakery in particular catching your own eye.

"want to make a quick stop for some sweets?" you asked already entering the parking lot.

"hell yeah, but won't be be late?"

"exactly my point." phil took your suggestion, wishing to spend the rest of the holiday with him only and not your family.

bell dinging as you two entered the bakery hand in hand with fingers linking together, a variety of treats on display behind glass.

"let's get some muffins to go. 'wanna spoil my queen," he leaned closer and whispered against your ear, "while you take my scepter like the good girl you are."

mr. and mrs. best in the world has a nice ring to it, don't ya think?

#cm punk #cm punk x reader #cm punk x female reader #cm punk x afab reader #cm punk x afab!reader #cm punk fluff #wrestling fluff

[delopsia]

Chills | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 1,300  Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: Brief mention of food, but the biggest thing you have to worry about is getting a cavity 

From across the fairgrounds, Rhett looks tiny.

All six feet of him reduced down to six inches, thick forearms wrapped around his own, lithe little waist. Teeth sunk into his thin bottom lip, boot idly tracing shapes into the dirt, his gaze so heavy that it's become stuck on the floor, only able to glance up at you for a brief second before falling back down. The corner of his lip quirks upward as your eyes meet, lifts his hand just enough to offer you the tiniest wave you've ever seen.

If you'd known he would be here, then you would have agreed to come here with your friends a hell of a lot earlier. You're supposed to be waiting in line to buy a fountain drink, but the longer you watch your sweet cowboy restrain himself from coming over, the more you want to step out of line. 

You can hardly remember leaving the line; all you know is that those eyes of his are disappearing beneath a smile that grows bigger with your every step. 

"Is my big bad boyfriend afraid to approach me while I'm with my friends?" Your playful cooing is only meant to annoy him, but his ears blossom with vibrant cherry red.

His arms open up just in time to catch you in them, carefully squeezing you against his chest as he hums contentedly into your ear, "didn't wanna intrude." 

Rebecca once complained about Perry inserting himself into all of her group outings. Rhett's been perpetually worried ever since. His arms don't loosen to release you as you expect them to; instead, they tremble as he draws you in even closer. 

A smile works its way across your face, "is someone cold?"

"Uhuh."

The poor thing has been dealt the worst of cards. Sensitive to the slightest of temperature changes, shivering the moment the temperature drops below sixty-five but breaking a sweat the second it rises over eighty. It only makes sense that he'd be born into a ranching family that relies on their sons to work out in the elements.

Cecelia says he's been like this since the day he was born; Royal and Perry find it irritating, says it's something he should have gotten over years ago, but you've started to find it a little endearing. He needs at least four blankets to snuggle in if you're not there to keep him warm, always sneaks up behind you to steal a little warmth off of you. 

"I didn't expect to find you here," you can't help but find yourself yawning; hugs like these lead to naps so often that you've come to subconsciously expect them.

The only reason you're released from his grasp is because he wants to run his hands through his hair, strands of unruly hair poking out as he does it, "'m third wheelin' for Perry again."

It only makes sense that you steal him away and integrate him into your little group. He's so quiet and happy to be there that they hardly notice his presence to begin with. A shadow that wants nothing more than to steal bites of your snacks, hold your hand, and occasionally nuzzle up to you from behind.

"Does he always do that?" One of your friends chirps in between bites of her newly acquired donut.

You don't need to look to know what she's talking about. Scruffy chin resting on your shoulder, eyes closed, arms loose around your waist. Sound asleep, like he's in bed.

"He does."

When you're not there to keep him warm during the colder months, Rhett resorts to drastic measures. In the wooden chest next to his bed, he hides a handful of sweatshirts thick enough to drown you. They're ridiculously heavy, but it's necessary in order to keep him from getting hypothermia again.  

The winter hoodies are the only ones you don't steal, and if you do, it's only for a few minutes. He's only got three of them, and they're too hot to wear inside for long. But today, he's just gotten himself a fourth one, and it's just about swallowed you. 

"Y'know," grinning from where he's leaned up against the door frame, "I almost got a second one so we could match."

"I thought you didn't care for matching clothes?" You comment, fiddling with the sleeve. 

His shoulders rise and fall with a shrug, "'ts the closest I can get to wearin' your clothes like you do with mine."

You need help to escape the clenches of the too-hot material, it's so long that you struggle to lift it over your head. Fortunately, you've got a handsome cowboy to save you before you begin to drown. It's such a brief interaction, easily forgettable within a matter of minutes, but it's glued into the back of your mind. 

Rhett's tried squeezing into one of your hoodies in the past, having forgotten to bring a change of clothes the first night he spent with you. With snow on the ground, it's hard to complain about ill-fitting clothes when your only other option is freezing.

And so maybe, just maybe, you start looking online for hoodies that would comfortably fit him. Something you can share without struggle or risk of ripped seams. That singular hoodie he borrowed back then has never quite been the same. There are plenty of options on every site you visit, but all of the men's options are remarkably plain. Nothing stands out. 

But then you find it.

You're idly poking through a rack of hoodies that you like, irked about how they seem to only have it in men's when it hits you. The size they have the most of is one size bigger than the one Rhett wears.

Handed to you on a silver platter.

For the first week, you wear it around the house while Rhett's gone, living in it like you would any other hoodie. It's soft and cozy, but the proportions are ridiculous. The hood feels like a damn tunnel when you pull it up over your head, and the sleeves are so long that you struggle to roll them up. You already knew it would be just as big on Rhett, but you didn't realize how big it would be until now.

Because now he's standing in your living room, nervously chewing on the side of his index finger while you take in the sight that stands before you. It looks even bigger on him. Soft material so loose on his shoulders that it's slouched off to the side, the ends of it reaching down to ghost the backs of his pale thighs. And the sleeves, oh, the sleeves. They engulf him, reaching all the way down past his fingertips and then some.

The hand that he's not biting idly opens and closes, unused to the feeling of being covered by a sleeve like this. His eyes don't know what to do with themselves, bouncing off the walls, unable to stay still for longer than a few seconds. 

"Feel like y'er 'bout to start laugh'n at me," he garbles, still gnawing on his poor finger. 

Giggling, you open your arms wide, inviting him to come and snuggle on the couch, "you look cute."

Even tucking his nose down into the collar cannot hide the red that's settled into his cheeks, so obvious that you can see it even before he settles down. Head resting against your chest, a gentle, comforting weight on top of you. You're afraid to say a whole lot, one too many comments, and you fear he'll combust, but he speaks after a while.

"'s nice." 

It's not a perfect cure for the chills that plague him on a daily basis. He still snuggles up to you whenever the slightly frigid breeze gets under his skin and fills his bones with ice. The need for late-night snuggles and the emergency "my favorite teddy bear isn't here to keep me warm" blankets will forever be on standby.

But every once in a while, you'll be out and about, and you'll catch glimpse of a lone Rhett swaddled in a familiar stolen hoodie, nose shoved into the collar because it smells like you. And when he catches glimpse of you and offers you his tiny little wave, you know that he's not cold, but he still wants you to come warm him up.

#rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #ao3 oneshot #oneshot #rhett abbott outer range #outer range fic #outer range #outer range amazon #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #reader self insert #self insert #x reader #reader insert #tw: food

[hoppingonjim]

I just love how much you love Jackson Healy too! I had a fun little idea if you wanted to explore it for him. On an unexpectedly rainy day in LA, Jackson pulls over to give the reader a ride so she decides to thank him by riding him too 🤭

RIDING DIRTY- healy !

note: he's my fav, ever. i'm so uggggh in love w him. #jacksonarmy . i'm more in love w this idea though omg but so sorry for the wait on this! if it sucks, lmk and i'll rewrite ofc

cw warnings: riding, afab!reader, sex as payment, car sex, dad bods, pet names, unprotected sex (dont be silly, cover your willie), fat cocks, jackson healy and his stupid little rants, p in v, nipple suckling, brief spanking cause jackson loves ass, mentions of aftercare, horny fucks.

the forecast forgot to mention the abundance of moody clouds that doomed the sky. their tears hammering down on your head. you didn't prepare for this, you were overjoyed in the morning with the proposal of a jog. you didn't need your car to get to work, you didn't need your car to get back from work. the day was supposed to bloom with hues of blue and green, bubbling from every surface.

except the meteorologists must've not predicted anything right. read all of the signs wrong. here you were, sidewalk, thumb up, begging in the persistent rain for a stranger's commitment to kindness.

a 66 healy pulls up. the cream color molding in with the rain. you vigorously raise your thumb, bobbing it upwards repeatedly. just to catch his attention. it's a miracle when he pulls over, opening the door for you.

"thank you, thank you-" you're stammering over your own grattiude as you hop into shotgun. then you get a full view of the man. he's tall, you can tell that by his posture- he's bigger, scruffy, looks almost like the danger that follows you home on an empty street, but those eyes are soft. the smile is gentle and almost like grandma's homemade treats. though despite the bigger figure of the man, there's strength in his grip. his knuckles clutching tightly onto the wheel, his triceps peeping through only slightly through the tropical shirt he wore.

a deep laugh bellows from the man once he resumes driving, "no problem, where you headed?" like his laugh, his voice is even low. deep. like his facial hair, his voice is scruffy.

you smile, "home. two rights, then a left.. i didn't expect it to be raining today."

"don't think anyone did honestly, damn meteorologists. y'know- i always wanted that job. can be wrong every damn day and still make a good living. i'm just not good with.. science and that- crap."

his own vernacular slips from his curved lips in a homely fashion and it's clear to you that it embarrasses him. there's a flush on his cheeks, he wants to seem more proper to you. as if you should feel completely fine about being in the car, on a rainy night, with a stranger. a man, for that matter.

though his eyes widened slightly when you laugh, the flushed color on his cheeks wisping away, "my dad used to always say that!"

"dad's a smart fella then." he nods, his wipers squeaking just slightly. clearly the beaut of a ride isn't so creamy wheeling as the colors leads you to believe, "names jackson, jackson healy- and yours?"

you smile as you tell him your name before perking an eyebrow upwards, "healy? is.. that a reason why you bought this car then? an austin-healy?"

a small shrug complements another chuckle, "i guess so, yeah. jimmy-rigged it a bit though, had to for days like today. but i mainly bought it because of the look. it's classic- don't find many classics today, and this new generation wants to keep up with the minimalist colors. i wish people could still appreciate the beauty in color." with passion he drives more cautiously, eyes flickering over towards you. taking in the sight he didn't observe before.

though his rants translates into something more poetic for you. you've known the man, jackson, for nearly five minutes- or was it ten? in such a short time he was sharing concerns with you, leveling a conversation. it was magnetic. sure his outward appearance pulled you in, you liked the dad bod type, but now his words kept you there. this stranger had a force you just couldn't seem to halt.

"i like the classics too, a lot prettier. mustangs, my dad had one.. always my favorite. a green one too, i like that color."

"green is a nice color."

the car ride goes slightly silent. he's concentrated on the slippery road, not wanting to danger either one of you. the directions you provided him repeat in his mind. his turns are graceful, he slows down, he checks every which way, you see it through the stare in his eyes that safety is the most important thing to him. it only fuels your attraction.

it wasn't like the sun was out moments before, the rain dulled it away. though now it only seemed to be a memory, the dark sky implanted with foreign light screeching from posts down the street. flickering in their neglect.

"tell me which one it is, then i'll be on my way." the gentle air of his voice never deserts him, it sweeps you closer.

nodding, you wait till he reaches the small, narrow box you call home. his tires slip just a tad when he pulls into your driveway, he expects you'll be rushing out the door- eager to get away from the stranger.

"well, here's your place i guess."

a chuckle rumbles his body, you undo your seatbelt, but your door hasn't even been opened yet, "you really helped me out jackson.." you begin, voice almost sultry as you shift your body in order to face him better.

the words you hum force the flushed red color to return to his cheeks. there's an incantation in your tone, he's sure of it, "well it's not problem-"

you're biting your lip now, in that sex icon type way. a bombshell needing to show thanks, "still, you didn't have to do it.. i can pay you back-"

"no." he cuts you off instantly, his breath stuck in his own windpipe. his throat choked out by the thick atmosphere suddenly gassing his car, "you're sweet honey, but i don't need money, i like helping people out.."

it's your turn to cut him off, not with words, but just with a laugh, "who said i would pay you back in money?"

a gulp flushes out his entire flustered demeanor. it's a different man now, one in the driver seat for this conversation. a smirk plays out on his lips, the click of his seatbelt whisking away, "what thought have you got going on in that pretty mind of yours then, huh? you really gonna pay a stranger back, in sex? you don't know me, you barely know me." a predatorial gaze falls onto you, he sees you squirming in your seat. his words driving you mad. your breathing fills up the void, until he pats his thigh.

crawling over the armrest, you situate yourself into his lap. those big hands flock to your waist, already beginning to guide you into the rhythm of grinding, ensuring you feel the affects of your words.

"you're so hard," and you're already letting the man slide down your pants, fingers teasing the dampness slowly ruining your panties.

"my words get you all wet?"

only a stiff nod is given before his thumb drags over your bottom lips. when lips part, his thumb drags down the bottom one, all delicate. though his eyes find more amusement in watching the way yours so intently focus on each move of his. the way he then orders you to kiss him, through a migration of his thumb- down to your chin.

his lips are refreshing. they don't taste of casual smoke or a bottle of whisky. there's no pungent taste, only the refreshment of wannabe crooners and style. he's hungry, he's pulling you closer and a hand is already tugging down your panties. the taste of your tongue is leaving gold in his senses and he feels he needs more. gripping and groping every last inch of you. raising and lowering you. slipping a hand downwards just to feel what he's really done to you- index finger swiping your slick.

"you're so beautiful."

into your lips he mutters more compliments about your scent, your sweetness, he way you turn him on. your beauty, never calls you sexy however. never calls you hot.

with extreme reluctance you pull away, needing every breath you can get, "i need you, let me pay you back-" "fuck yeah, okay, okay.. okay princess." he's finding something to do in the means of lifting off your shirt, unhooking your bra. it's impressive, how swift he is with it. meanwhile you're undoing his jeans, unbuttoning that beach kissed shirt. you attempt to slip the shirt completely off of him, though he shakes his head. if there is a later- you'll ask him about that.

his cock is hard, needy. his tip engorged and dripping with precum. ready for you to rock him properly for payment, "c'mon princess." his encouraging words leave you sliding on top of him. letting his thick cock fill you out.

a groan flees from him in shock at how you didn't even ease into it. his hands migrate to your hips, nails digging into the supple skin, "good girl, such a good girl." after he bucks his own hips upwards, you begin to rock on him.

you start off slow, this time you're easing into it. moans already falling from your throat- begging. begging for yourself to go just a little faster, grow more accustomed to this heavenly sensation. groans fill the car, bouncing off of your pretty sounds. the ones he can't get enough of.

"you're already so good, you know that? so good, so good already?"

the encouragement prompts you to pick up the pace. careful rocks quickly turning reckless. you're attempting to feel every inch of him, squeezing his cock with pleasure. a hand lands a blow onto your ass, but it doesn't sting. it only accelerates the thrill. those moans raise in a pitch, stumbling over one another. a new sound emerges in the car, tangoing with the sinful audio from your mouth and his- the sound of skin slapping, hard. it's as if this will never happen again. every rock, the eventual bounces, they're all desperate. your nails dig into his broad shoulders, feeling his strength. adoring his strength. you want to speak to him, the words won't barge through.

similarly he tries speaking to you, but the low grunts and groans barricade any praises. the most he can do is continue to squeeze your ass cheek, sprinkling in a spank when he deems it necessary.

the sound of rain is drowned out by the payment of sex. with your back arched, jackson realizes he has a better view of your nipples. just to throw you increasingly off the edge, he leans in, suckling on one. swirling his tongue around the hardened bud, groaning against the sensitive skin. begging to feel you release your serendipity onto him.

"holy shit- holy shit what're you- what're you-" it's becoming too much. your hands leave his shoulders and find solace in gripping on tightly to his slicked hair. the premediated waves crashing from your unwavering grasp. victims to the way you pull whenever your bouncing forces his cock to hit a special, sweet spot of yours.

he's twitching now, you can feel it. it sends you into a flight, working overtime to feel every inch of him. losing yourself on his lap. it's hectic and he finds it amazing, heavy breathing and gasps bombarding his conscious.

"gonna cum- gonna cum, oh fuck.."

you do. it's heaven. the gates are in front of you when you are embraced by the enchanting kiss of an orgasm. cum coating his cock, remnants of the way you worked so hard.

"me too, princess, gonna- gonna give it to you-"

the severity of his own forces him to pull away from your suckled, swollen nipples. a string of saliva breaking down onto your breast. with force he takes brief, very brief control, and slams you down upon him. the biggest motivator for him to shoot his load inside of you was feeling you cum. that was enough for him. and an extreme turn on.

it feels otherworldly when you feel him unload inside of you. a stranger. filling you up with his hot cum. decorating your insides with arousing moments.

while trying to catch your breath, you two stare at each other. eyes looking for disapproval in each other. you don't find any. just satisfaction, and hints of longing.

amidst the gasps and beckons for air. helpless pants. the rain peeps through the windows, shattering every sense of urgency. tapping along the hood.

fingers trace circles on your back, gingerly grazing, "stay here for a moment."

#jackson healy smut #jackson healy #the nice guys smut #the nice guys fic #the nice guys 2016 #the nice guys #nice guys smut #jackson healy x reader #jackson healy fic #russell crowe smut #holland march #holland march smut

[dojunie]

[SK8R BOI; LJN]

the first installment in the 'fics i'll never finish' series: posts i'll occasionally make to just get some ideas out of my head. these aren't fics i plan on completing (unless i get crazy feedback on one or something, though i doubt it lol) but i'd still like to put them out into the world because they'll do no good just sitting in my notes ♥︎

info;

lee jeno x fem!reader

90's highschool au

skateboarder jeno / popular girl mc

based off of avril lavigne's 'sk8er boi'

[BLURB ★];

"He's kinda cute, y'know?" Doyeon says curiously, "In that scruffy, fix-em-up kind of way. I bet he'd be a knockout if he got rid of those geeky wheels."

You follow her gaze back to the boy (if you can even call him that), the sudden bane of your existence: Lee Jeno. Skate-head extraordinaire. Straight-B student and walking crime against fashion in his baggy light wash jeans, two holes worn into the knees (that you'd bet your Paul Frank bag were not there when he bought them), brown and beige flannel two sizes too large over a big white t-shirt. You watch him gesture wildly to something on his friends Nokia, pale fingers pointed in indignance, and the eighteen million rings on his fingers all glint in the sunlight of the quad.

He's not ugly. Not at all. Lee Jeno's face was what put him on your radar in the first place, the dreamy, dark eyes and the goofy smile...

"Are you out of your brain, Hyuck?! I could totally land that! And that dude totally slipped up on the tail pop, look how his board checks— how the hell could you compare him to me?"

But the moment you hear his whining pitch across the summer air, the illusion is shattered.

...Ugh. Nevermind. The sound of his voice sends a chill down your spine, and any semblance of praise you'd had for the guy pops and disappears along with the bubble in your strawberry chew.

It was that— his whole wastoid aesthetic, the constant illegible-jargon, the fact that the only thing he seemed to be interested in was the next time he could hit the skatepark with his similarly bowl-brained friends— that was what made him so untouchable to half the girls here. Image was everything at this stupid school; and it didn't matter if you thought he was pretty or not, because Lee Jeno's face alone simply wasn't enough to keep him afloat in the sharktank of popularity at Sugil High.

(Not that he seemed to give a shit about any of that, of course. But you? You couldn't afford to not give a shit.)

"Emphasis on the kinda, Doyeon," you grumble, stabbing an innocent carrot with the tines of your fork, "You think he's so cute? Why don't you go ask Mr. Su to make him your partner instead, huh?"

[fics i'll never finish masterlist] thanks for reading! please leave a note if you liked; i like this idea alot so if people actually seem interested in it, i might come back to it ♥︎

#lee jeno #nct dream #nct jeno #lee jeno fic #nct dream one shot #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #nct dream imagines #jeno #jeno lee #jeno x reader #jeno x you #jeno x y/n #jeno drabbles #jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno fic #jeno fluff #jeno smut #jeno oneshot #jeno fanfic #nct dream fic #nct dream jeno #nct x reader #nct fic #nct imagines #jeno au

[budgetaus]

*HTSS (2)

HORRORTALE STORY SWAP

FINISHED: "CHESHIRE" CHESHIRE CAT (SANS)

It is a demon.

It helps Aliza (Who it often calls Alice) through the underground of MT. WILLDES and many, many predicaments.

However, it still has the unpredictability and psychopathicness of normal Horror Sans.

This makes it so it often gets Aliza killed just so it can have a good laugh, or, to kill Aliza itself if she is being particularly stupid.

It will often make gruesome jokes and puns about Aliza's deaths.

(It is able to be seen in the death screen, think, HorrorTale the official game demo)

Due to being a demon it can just transcend space and time to reprimand Aliza for getting herself killed.

It speaks cryptically, and often says nonsense, but can give helpful tips and or answer questions Aliza may have.

(Again, closest thing to an ingame hint system. Think, questionnaire.)

Often or not it will do as it pleases. Sometimes giving useful advice/tips for things that didn't matter and giving useless information for things that DO matter. Or, it'll just leave Aliza hanging.

It is a manipulator and will gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, blackmail Aliza into doing things. Sometimes stupid things like forcing Aliza to pet it. Sometimes smart things.

Though, it will still help Aliza.

I.e when they get to the Snowdin portion it decides to allow Aliza to use its jacket.

(It's a demon so it just makes its jacket bigger to fit Aliza.)

(Snowdin is a frozen wasteland where it is FREEZING cold. Flurries and blizzards often occur.)

(Due to no magic it is causing the environments to decay and become much more hostile and unlivable.)

Some of its abilities:

Space-time-reality manipulation. (To an extent.)

Hallucinations: Can give people vivid visions that encompass ALL senses. Auditory, visual, etc.

Contortion: Where it can extend/elongate and stretch its body every which way.

Claws: It can unsheathe unbelievably sharp claws (however long it feels) to cut through anything.

Magic: Y'know. The usual UnderTale magic bullets n stuff.

Notes/Facts:

It gives "scruffy, one-eyed, malnourished thin as a twig alley cat that hisses at anything that moves" vibes.

Bell Collar is optional.

It's friends with Toriel.

Doodles :3

*Please keep in mind that this AU is currently a work in progress and some bits may be subject to change.

#horrortale #undertale alternate timeline #undertaleau #ut aus #au undertale #undertale au #ut au #undertale #undertale alternate universe #undertale ask blog #horrortale au #undertale art #undertale au art #undertale au ask blog #artwork #art #digital art #doodle #my art #character design #horrortale sans #Sans #sans au #HTSS

[widespot]

Nerdists

The deadline for the next book in the series isn't looming, but graduating and moving to Widespot are, and Hugh wants it out of the way so he can focus on real life stuff.

It's not exactly high art, but if he can keep the household afloat while Sara and Cliff find jobs and do their internships, without eating up Sara's trust fund, he'll feel good about that.

"Is it too sentimental to walk around campus reminiscing?" "Not if we also stop at the Swim Center and do a few laps."

Cliff knows Widespot has a public pool, but he remembers the municipal pool in Bigg City, and it was pretty scruffy. Can a small town hope to do better? He doubts it! So he'll enjoy the campus amenities one last time.

"Refreshments are ready!" "And people are on their way. Y'know, I scorned the idea of holding a grad party when I first came here." "That's called growth, dear."

#nerdists #hugh & cliff #hugh knowe #cliff notes

[visceravalentines]

Hi!! I was just wondering if you were still continuing A gentleman and a scoundrel? I’m sure you’ve got a whole bunch of stuff goin on in life, was just curious:)

I sure am! I'm really hoping to have the next part up by this weekend. I appreciate your patience, anon (and everyone else's)!

Here's just a little sneak peek. Y'know, for Valentine's Day.

The phone buzzed in your hand.  Your pulse spiked.  He’d sent a photo of himself still in bed, hair mussed, one arm thrown across the empty pillow beside him.  You smiled.  You hadn’t seen his face for a few days.  With delight, you saw he had the scruffy beginnings of a beard.  Keeping it warm for you darlin.

#asks #anon asks #agaas

[citriarchive]

pinned post!!

lemon

23

they/he, but like, "he" in the "eldritch entity that transcends gender" way, not the masculine way, y'know

black

aroace(spec) nb lesbian

eldritch horror contained in a lemon

likes, follows, etc. come from @mob-cemetery even though i'm the ONLY bitch that uses tumblr 🥲

This year's song:

byf

DNIs don't really work + there's just too many specifics for me to put them here, but I pretty much avoid interacting if the vibes are rancid (generally this is for bigotry or being whatever creeps that prey on kids are calling themselves to fly under the radar). If I don't want you following me or interacting with me, I'll just block.

I occasionally post and rb stuff related to my mental health, but it's mostly just fandom stuff.

I don't like having discourse on my feed because it's stressful.

I'm horrible with DMs because of brain shit. Sorry!

interests

Talk to me about literally any of the following (will be edited as time goes on)! Bold + italicized interests are the things currently consuming my enitre brain rn:

Shows: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (esp. parts 1 and 2), BoJack Horseman, Sk8 the Infinity

Video games: FFXIV (up through patch 5.55; I haven't gotten through much of Endwalker yet!), Ace Attorney (currently playing through Farewell, My Turnabout), Stardew Valley, The Sims (especially 2 and 3), 3D Mario (esp. Sunshine and Galaxy...and SM3DW but that kinda doesn't count?), The Legend of Zelda (esp. Wind Waker, Twilight Princess, and BotW), Cytus + Cytus II, FNAF (but fuck Scott Cawthon)

TTRPGs: Dungeons and Dragons, Vampire the Masquerade, The Witcher

Music: Ghost and Pals, Ghost, Masayoshi Soken (namely the FFXIV OST), Kristopher Maddigan (namely the Cuphead OSTs), Mili, Toby Fox (take a guess), Evanescence, The Mechanisms, MARINA

YouTubers: Scruffy, WeskAlber, EasySpeezy, Salmence, Ginny Di, One Shot Questers + others that I am subscribed to but my current interest is significantly reduced.

General: Fiction writing (including fanfic), psychology, sociology, statistics, music composition + music theory, speedrunning (which ig falls under video games but don't look at me), card games

I probably missed some because my brain cell fizzles out when I try to list my interests, lol.

tags

general:

#; random – stuff i couldn't think of a tag for

#; serious – serious topics that i feel strongly about and want to speak on and/or spread awareness about

#; me kin id – for stuff i find relatable that doesn't fit into anything else

#; mental health – stuff related to mental health, though i usually keep most of it to a different blog

#; physical health – i need a better tag for disability stuff but this is that

#; arts! crafts even! – tag for commissions/gift art!

video games:

#; gay-ce attorney – ace attorney (kinda obvious but i need consistency)

#; critically acclaimed mmorpg – ffxiv

ttrpgs:

#; the ttrpg tag(tm) – general/overarching ttrpg stuff

#; vane-glory – vane, my tzimisce from vampire the masquerade

#; this bard needs therapy – yaevinn, my bard from the witcher

#; all i have is rage – sareash, my paladin from wild beyond the witchlight

#; never-ending nightmares – ramsey, my city of mists character

#; cryophobia – vian, my sorcerer from time of the frostmaiden

contact

99.9% of my usernames are citriosis. :P It makes shit easier to remember for me. Ask for my Discord, though.

[malereadermaniac]

You smell good ~ Yoichi x Male Reader

Hanging out with Yoichi, and he notices your smell... and then you notice his.

Smut 18+! MINORS DNI! FEM READERS DNI!

This is so much longer than expected lmao

Smut warning: Musk/scent kink, crotch and armpit sniffing, pubic hair, dirty sex

Yoichi and you were paired up for whatever camp-work you had to do that day - alone and separated from everyone by quite the distance

It wasn't exactly awkward, but it's not really that easy to strike up regular conversation with the guy who rearranged your guts like a week ago

Jeez, you don't want to think back on that - not because you didn't like it, but if you ponder on it for too long blood will rush to areas you don't want it to rush to

Luckily, after a couple of minutes of working in silence, Yoichi strikes up a conversation - to him, the situation was anything but awkward, he found some sort of comfort when alone with you

Chatting about your lives, future, and family made the work go a little faster - and you really enjoy talking to the wolf-boy

The conversation even became deep at one point, offering words of comfort and warm smiles as Yoichi talked to you about his days on the streets

As the talk kept going and the workload slowly lessened, you guys almost finished up - you had just gotten stuck on your final step

You were very obviously frustrated and struggling with a stupid wrench - your arms not strong enough to start with, but you were also holding the wrench wrong...

"Oi... need help, softy?" Yoichi says with a lift of his eyebrows and a teasing grin

"No!........... Yeah... Yeah I do, please" you quickly give in, that fucking wrench making you want to cry

Yoichi chuckles in a needlessly attractive way as he walks over to you, sitting next to you - covering your hand with his masculine, veiny one as he takes the wrench with his other hand

A few moments pass by as Yoichi finishes your work up and you notice him inching closer and closer to you - his nose pointing up slightly as if he was actually a fucking dog

"Hey... you smell fucking good" Yoichi says as his head snaps towards you

Sniffing closer and closer to towards you, the wrench dropped on the floor, his sharp face moving against your neck as he smells you

Yoichi really looks like a wolf in this moment, nuzzling at your neck subtly, his body holding onto yours to keep him up as he leans into you, the wolf-boy continously complimenting your scent and soft skin

"Ah- Thanks? It's just water and y'know soap..." you say, blushing profusely at the muscular man's body almost being on top of yours at this point

"Huh? The fuck is 'soap'?" Yoichi ask as he moves away from your neck, hand on your shoulder still holding himself up as he looks at you with a cute, confused look

"Y'know... soap?? Like the bar or gel that you have to use to actually clean yourself?" You question, a worried look on your face as the confused look on Yoichi's simply increases

"Wait a minute..." you mumble, holding onto Yoichi's camp shirt to move yourself closer to you

You move your nose against him and smell

"Fuck!- DAMN YOU STINK, YOICHI!" You shout as you dart back from the scruffy man's body - laying on the ground with your arms supporting you from behind

A strong and thick scent of sweat and manly musk wss whaf flooded your nostrils, almost making you feel light-headed

"Oi! It's the smell of a real man - what would you know? Fuckin' pansy~" Yoichi says with a cocky grin as he flexes his muscles above you - his armpits evidently damp with his dark purple armpit hair poking out

You roll your eyes as you sit up from the ground, but rolling your eyes couldn't hide the very obvious bones that you didn't notice you had...

"HOLY SHIT DUDE HAHAHAHA!" Yoichi bursts into laughter as he pointed at the tent in your camp shorts - you blushing profusely as you move your hands to cover thr situation

"See, baby, even you can't deny how the smell of a real, sex-machine of a man affects you!" Yoichi says with a cocky smirk, crouching down to your level as his legs spread in a slutty way, showing off his built thighs

"Now let's deal with your little problem... and also the huuuge~ problem you've cause me with that cute look on yer face" Yoichi teases you, gesturing to his hardening cock between his sweaty thighs

"NOW?! Anyone could see us! Are you crazy, Wolf-boy?!" You say with shock on your face, but Yoichi just chuckles

"Don't worry your pretty little head, no-one even comes round here. Plus we're hidden behind a cabin~" he mumbles in your ear coyly as the buff man pushes you against the cabin wall and cralws on top of you

'He's one to call my head little...' you think to yourself as Yoichi undresses above you, his godly fucking muscles flexing as he takes his Camp shirt off

In this close proximity, Yoichi's scent is all that you can smell, his musk making your dick twitch - along with the sight of Yoichi's built arms and bushy armpits

The manly scout licks his teeth and sticks his tongue out with an open-mouth smirk - "heh heh~ you just can get enough of me, can you? Fuckin slut"

Your mind is basically turning to mush at this point from the man's smell, his killer body, and most of your blood going to your cock and not your brain; so you just nod in agreement at Yoichi's degrading remark, making the cocky man chuckle some more

Your shirt is thrown aside along with Yoichi's, his hands around your throat and waist as he brings his wet lips to yours - his tongue immediately dominating yours into a wet and fierce kiss

You moan into the brutish man's mouth, pathetically attempting to grind your dick against his

After getting his fill of your lips, Yoichi moves down your neck and past your collar bone to your nipples - attacking your sensitive buds with his teeth and tongue as you whimper and moan his name, egging the purple-haired man on

Once your nipples are puffy and red, bite marks creating a perfect border around each bud, Yoichi wipes the spit off of his chin with his thumb in one swipe and looks down at you with incredibly horny eyes

"Your turn now, clean me up~ You're the one who said i needed a bath, fuckin' priss" and in saying that, Yoichi flexes an arm behind his head and uses his other to filter his fingers through your hair and push your head into his intoxicating musky armpit

You were shocked for about 2 seconds until you let Yoichi's manly smell envelope you - his incredibly bushy pits, wet and dark in colour, filling your nostrils to the brim

"Hahahaha! New you'd fuckin' love it, lick 'em clean, (n/n)!" Yoichi laughs from above you, and you obey his command - your brain Turing into goo from the wolf-boys scent

You immediately start to lap at Yoichi's hairy, sweaty pits - the salty yet enjoyable taste on your tongue turning you on even further

Yoichi smirks at the feeling of you desperately grinding your still clothed crotch against his thigh, but he sadisticslly ignores your wordless pleas for friction

The dominant, muscular man getting even more turned on by the hirny, dazed, even hypnotised look in your eyes as you mouth at his armpit

The salty taste long faded away, Yoichi armpit was now very wet with your spit

"Fuck you really loved that didn't ya? How bout you get to the main course though, pretty boy?" Yoichi says with a horny grin, the nickname he only calls you when he wants you turning you on an inexplicably lot

With that, you sadly parted from the man's now clean, hairy armpit and rearranged your body in turn with Yoichi

You gently pushed the masculine male back onto his ass, his muscular, sweaty legs spread to make just enough room for your head

You get on all-fours and crawl closer to Yoichi's crotch - making his dick twitch and even giving him an idea for future role-playing

As Yoichi takes his shorts off while trying to hide his excitement, you nuzzle your head against his thighs - actually starting to get high from Yoichi's musky, sweaty scent

Finally, Yoichi was left in only his signature, stary purple, incredibly loose boxers

You dart your head towards his clothed crotch instantly - making Yoichi chuckle at your actions while watching you intensely

Everything you did made Yocihi like you more and more, you were just so fucking hot and cute in the way you were sorta clueless yet doing your best

You start to smell Yoichi through his loose boxers, pushes your nose against his crotch as you inhale the scent of not only his incredibly sweaty and definitely unwashed boxers but also the smell of his sweaty, reeking cock and balls

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your face floods with a blush, turning making Yoichi's dick twitch at the sight as he let's out a passing comment and a groan

You push your nose deeper in the man's crotch, inhaling his intoxicating scent and starting to lap at his balls through his baggy boxers

As you soaked Yoichi's already musk drenched and partially cum-stained boxers, the muscular man above you began to get impatient and desperate for you

"C'mon pretty boy... get yer fill and lemme fuck you already~" Yoichi groans from the limited simulation of your tongue on his clothed cock

You chuckle at his remark while visibly dazed, but comply with the dominant man - running a hand up his crotch and slipping two fingers under his waistband

You pull his waistband and hook it under Yoichi's saggy, heavy balls, keeping his underwear down

His massive, thick cock springs out, resting on your face as his scent thickens x100

His veins are prominent and lead all the way down to his base, which is absolutely covered by bushy, dark-purple pubes which reek of Yoichi's manly musk

You don't suck the man off, instead opting to smell him even more while barely giving him a few kitten licks from time to time

In situations like this, you liked to threaten Yoichi's dominance just a little - and you could tell it turned the masculine man on

Fuck was his stink so fucking good, intoxicating, you can feel yourself getting drunk off of Yoichi's scent as you wrap a soft hand around his fucking thick cock and move it to the side to stuff your nose with his damp pubes

Yoichi groans at your touch and at your licks, your tongue gently grazing the man's veins and very rarely touching his tip and foreskin

By the time you'd gotten your fill of the muscular man's smell, Yoichi was already twitching violently, his mouth slightly agape as he drooled from his need of further stimulation

"Haha... c'mon, Bigboy! Where's that dominant attitude from before, huh?" You tease Yoichi, getting up from his crotch and sitting on his lap, grinding your ass against his cock

Yoichi snaps out of his daze with a 'tsk' and a deep, short chuckle - his strong, rough, veiny hands moving to grip your waist as his hips grind up into you

Yoichi holds himself up against the back of the cabin, which is actively hiding you both, allowing his hips to slightly lift up off the ground to rut against you even more

He sits up and hugs you, his muscular arms around your waist as his hands fix on your cheeks

Yoichi spreads your ass and lines his cock up with your hole, his head on your shoulder looking over to make sure his can line his cock up to your hole exactly

The warmth of his body gave you comfort, his muscles against your skin turning you on a lot as his hands on ass made you even hornier

With his sweaty body against yours, muscular arms holding you in place, Yoichi kisses your shoulder and starts to enter you

Your hands move to the man's built back, holding onto Yoichi as you let out a pleasured yet slightly pained moan - he stretched you out briefly as you got drunk off his cock but it still hurt

Yoichi moans against your neck as he gently bites it, moaning and groaning in pure pleasure as he buries his dick all the way inside of you

Yoichi, being quite the gentleman, gives you time to adjust to his fucking thick, big dick - his head moving off your your shoulder to kiss you passionately, his hands moving to your waist and your cheek as he kisses you with passion and with what he denies is love

Your tongue plays with Yoichi's as you adjust to his size, and once that happens, you subconsciously start to grind your hips against Yoichi - making the woldboy smirk against your lips

Yoichi starts to move you up and down on his dick, his hips also working to fuck into you

All pain having evaporated, you get overwhelmed with pleasure from the stretch and from Yoichi's massive fucking cock punching your prostate at every thrust

Your nails dig into the man's muscular back, dragging pinkish scratch marks down Yoichi's back as you moan his name and whimper into his ear like some sorta pornstar

Yoichi bites and kisses your neck, moaning as he sets a fast and rough pace with his hips, his hand gripping your waist hard, maneuvering you up and down on his cock

Your dick rubs against Yoichi's hard abs, giving you the friction you need to approach your climax

The purple-haired man is also getting closer by the second, your previous teasing of his cock making him last less than he did last time

Yoichi's body is drenched in his sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead sexily and your skin sticking to his

Yoichi moves an arm around your neck, pulling you away from his body to look at him and then pushing you against his muscular chest and smashing your face into the hairy crease of his armpit

Yoichi's musk is what sends you over the edge, along with his horny laugh and the feeling of him punching your prostate with his huge cock

You moan into Yoichi's body and grip onto him tightly, his arm slightly suffocating you from his strength and literal surface area due to his muscles

Yoichi, still going strong for as long as he can, keeps fucking into you throughout your orgasm, making you twitch and moan his name like a whore

Your ass clamps down on Yoichi after you come down from your earth-shaking orgasm - you warm, gummy walls tightening around Yoichi like a vice

Finally, the string Yoichi was holding onto snaps, his grip on you tightening as he hugs your body into his as tightly as he possibly could - his thrusts not stopping as he fucks you through his orgasm, practically overstimulating himself

You start to get lightheaded from Yoichi's tight 'hug', that mixed with his manly, thick musk sends you over the edge a second time, your dick spurting out a second, weaker load as Yoichi fills your insides with his thick, manly cum

Panting and weak groans/moans are all that can be heard for a solid couple of minutes once you two come down, that life-changing sex having taken it out of you both

Once you've both recovered, Yoichi gently pulls out of you and holds you up as he removes himself from your pretzel-like situation

"You all good, softy?" Yoichi asks, croutching before you with his hand holding your chin up to his face

"Heh... yeah, just a little dizzy" you mumble, pecking Yoichi on the lips

As the two of you clean up and dress back into your camp uniform, Yoichi chuckles to himself

"Still got complaints about my smell, pretty boy?" Yoichi says smugly, eyes you up with a grin

"Yeah, yeah, whatever... I still expect you to shower." You chuckle but then deadpan by the end, making Yoichi laugh to himself - his thoughts currently only on one topic; you

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fanfic #gay smut #camp buddy x male reader #camp buddy x male readers #camp buddy imagine #camp buddy x reader #camp buddy #yoichi yukimura x male reader #yoichi yukimura x reader #yoichi yukimura #mlm ns/fw #mlm #x m!reader #bottom male reader #bottom reader #uke male reader #x male reader smut

[ray-the-fanatic]

gave april, casey and karai redesigns in my au, via picrew cuz my drawing skills are still a wip, for fun vibe purposes

for april:

- made april's skin have a pink tint to fit her kraang origins (i also think it fits her character design)

- gave her heterochromia, her right eye is blue-ish gray while her left is dark green (again to fit her kraang origins), i always felt her n mikey's colors were too similar so i made her eyes more distinct

- her hair is more dark strawberry blonde-ish than red cuz i actually like the concept art of her being blonde

- i was torn between giving her braided pigtails or a pixie cut, in the end i stuck with the pixie cut as a homage to one of her concept designs and also cuz short hair april is a look™

- her clothing is more diverse, she still has her number 1 shirt but she changes styles from time to time depending on her mood (me fr)

- she's basically the plucky, fun loving big sis/aunt but will not hesitate calling out anyone's bs (esp her little bro's) and definitely wrecks any bad guys' shit. she's also kind of a snarky brat when it comes to the lesser villains and i love it lol

for casey:

- made casey's skin tone somewhat similar to his 03 incarnation but more distinct

- gave him dark brown eyes, i noticed there wasn't a lot of brown eyed characters in the 12 series so i took it as an opportunity

- poofier hair. i know casey's a rowdy boy but i feel like fluffy-messy hair fits him better both character wise and aesthetically wise

- also longer hair cuz he deserves it (he still has the bandana to keep his hair from getting in his eyes)

- he's a hockey player and a vigilante so he's got bandaged wounds along with cuts, bruises and scars galore, makes him feel scruffy y'know?

- short sleeve hoodie with flames (that still has spray paint marks) and cut jeans is this boy's clothing, he absolutely doesn't care abt his sense of style imo

- he's still a chaotic menace wanting to provide justice ™, just looks more scrappy and is an uncle now (he's also hispanic, fun hc)

for karai:

- tanner skin tone, she also has a more hooked nose shape and love it

- gave her red eyes instead of gold cuz it works for her, it also connects her with splinter (and donnie on some level)

- much like casey, her hair is bit longer n fluffier just styled somewhat similarly to her hair in canon, minus the bangs

- she has a different hair color on her streaks/to the roots instead of underneath, tho wasn't feeling the gold blonde so i made it white instead, it goes well with her eyes tbh (i made her sides and eye shadow white as a homage to her snake form but mostly cuz in my au instead of getting mutated she becomes heavily imprisoned and her sides turn white due to stress... did i mention this au gets angsty?)

- she has massive scars, she's been fighting since she was a kid so she's bound to have plenty of them, they're more visible than casey's tho and she's got a lot on her back as well

- for her non-battle ready clothes, she's mostly got a biker chick sorta style but on the clamer days she wears tank tops and black yoga pants, just a casual badass

- misguided antagonist turned big sister/aunt who's still processing her trauma just more healthier, therapy via baby turtle nephews. she's still cunning n sneaky just without the misguidedness. she also loves to spite her former villain allies, tiger claw esp

sorry this got long winded, just wanted to share my redesign n i got carried away with the explanations, i also gave everyone piecings cuz again... self indulgence 😅

Okay first off sorry for taking a bit to get to this be toed up with work and I wanted to give this a good read over when I saw the length cause I llve what you tell me for this fic ;3;

April:

I love the idea of her having some pink in her skin tone to allude to her being part krangg I loke the shorter hair as well mostly cause I enjoy the short hair style look I lole your idea for a strawberry blond in color cause in the concepts she was going to be blonde at one point. I think tje desing fits well for her personality idk but she got those cool aunt vibes to me xD

Caesy:

I love that you kept his brown eye. Maybe cause I have brown eyes but I love brown eye charayers cause brown eyes are very underrated u_u also love bringing back his skin tone from 03 ;3; and him being Hispanic yes look I'm Latina give me the rep!! I also see casey being Latino any way xD personal headcannon btws. So I enjoy when others put him as Latino or Hispanic;3; and I llve his look it fits casey has his own style and gotta stick to it uwu

Karai:

I love her;3; I like the white hair stripes though over tje blonde idk I feel it works better with her look and the homages to her snake mutation also yes give the angst I love angst 👀

#ask box #i just love all of this!!!

[glaivenoct]

NyxNoct + 💋, 🌹⛈, ⚡, 🍃, ✨ , 👑 , 🌈 , 🌹, 🎈, 💝 , 👓, 🌙, and 🍂

I'm not mobile so I hope this goes thru 😵

Wow, thank you so much for sending me so many of these! I'm scheduling this first half of answers for early morning, and will circle back to the rest of them in separate posts later today! ^.^

*cracks knuckles* prepare for Brina rambling at her finest!

💋 Who is the most physically affectionate?

Nyx. While I think they're both very physically affectionate towards each other, I feel like Nyx is the one who most often initiates it and warms Noct up to that headspace of "I like this, yes, keep going" until he's just melting like a kitten and reciprocating. Nyx is always first to take his hand, stroke his cheek, brush lips across his knuckles, kiss from Noct's knuckles up to his shoulder. And of course, scruffy neck nuzzles! Nyx is just full of love to give and bestow upon his prince!! Don't be mistaken, though, Noct is definitely the snuggle fiend between the both of them.

Bonus: In the context of older!NyxNoct and in a Fixit Fuck Canon AU, Noct's most physically affection because, listen, touch-starved Nyx. 10 years!! He needs some soft lovin' from his king and Noct definitely picks up on that ;u;

🌹⛈Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Y'know, I think I've written (going off of posted fics only) two instances of Noct having a nightmare vs. one instance for Nyx having one. They both definitely have nightmares. But the most? Nyx, given the weight/duty of being a glaive, fighting beyond the protection of the wall and all the hard shit he's seen/endured because of it.

Nightmares for Nyx are very vivid or replays of the worst moments or the things that haunt him. He doesn't always wake up in a cold sweat, gasping and unable to recognize where he is, but when he does, Noct's go-to is touch. Taking his hand, squeezing it as hard as he can and "Nyx? Look at me. You're not at war. You're here. You're safe."

Nyx has learned over the years how to pull himself down from the panic of a nightmare. So if he's by himself it comes down to remembering how to breathe, and once he's calmer he'll probably go take a shower even if it's like 3 AM. With Noct there, he comes down from everything faster. Sits up, cradling his head in his hands quiet for like 10 mins while Noct just hugs him until he's ready to lay back down.

For the times when Nyx doesn't wake up in a cold sweat, Noct's become very atuned to how Nyx deals. Even when Noct's dead asleep, Nyx turning over to curl into him always wakes Noct up. Just enough for Noct to stretch his arm around Nyx and hold him like a teddy bear. It's big glaive tucked against smol prince loving hours and I'm not sorry about it!! Just think about half asleep Noct lazily stroking Nyx's hair till he falls asleep again with me, I beg of you.

⚡ What are their nicknames for each other?

The classic Hero, Little King, and Little Star aside -

Noct: Kitten. Drunk Nyx tends to lean towards calling Noct "Muffin" because he's "soft and yummy"

Nyx: oops I don't think I've ever thought of any other nicknames him?? I feel bad lmao. Does "Big Dumb Hero" count?

I don't see them as the type to call each other "Love/My love". Maaaybe the occasional "Babe"? Wow, I feel like I used to have a lot more nicknames, am I forgetting them??? (If anything, you can pretty much call Noct anything if you put the word "Little" in front of it)

🍃 What do they do when the other is stressed?

Nyx is very kiss to distract Noct and snap him out of it. Massages his shoulders and reminds "Breathe." Also "I'm going to cuddle the shit out of you until you calm down and you're going to like it." He will squoosh and trap Noct if he needs to.

Noct is very "I'm going to do everything I can to make the rest of this day/week/ect., easier for you." Buys Nyx his favorites for breakfast/dinner. Draws him hot baths. Checks up on him with sweet little texts like "Miss you," or "<3 you" or "Do you need anything?"

✨ Who proposes?

GHHHH. This is always so hard lol. To me they're both capable of planning a proposal out. But then they're also both so comfortable with each other to the point where it comes up casually and Noct: Are you proposing to me?

Nyx: That depends on whether or not you say Yes.

Or both being mutual fools that mutually decide "Hey, we should elope."

Or maybe one day Nyx just jokes "buy me a ring first" and then Noct actually buys a ring lmao. So many options with them. But if I had to choose my favorite, most self-indulgent proposal scenario, Nyx is the one proposing in it.

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Thank you again for all the emojis! I can't wait to answer the rest! <3

#nyxnoct asks #i am in heaven ty friend #just have to survive work to get to the rest!

[connversetheuniverse]

‘STEVEN-BOMB!’

Some things never change...

#steven universe #su #suf #garnet #kay draws #enjoy this super crap doodle #I thought of the idea and had to do it #keep it scruffy y'know? #Teen Steven still Steven bombs Garnet #Prove me wrong #not connverse #but you can live with it #This is good content.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Seeya ||

Frank Castle x gn Reader

Rating: T

Tags/warnings: Established relationship, fluff, tiny angst, some swears, mostly fluff though

AO3 link

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You didn't know why but you were awake. Through your bleary vision as you slowly opened your eyes, there was a shadow moving against the soft glow of the hallway light spilling into the bedroom. “Frank?” You croaked, voice scratchy from sleep, rubbing your eyes.

“Ah, shit.” Frank said softly. “Hey baby girl. S'okay, go back to sleep.”

You watched as he pulled a black t-shirt on. He rolled it down over his muscular torso, so easily hiding a multitude of scrapes, bruises and cuts from nights before.

“Frank you know it doesn't work like that.” You said. You pushed yourself up to lean your back against the headboard. Turning on the bedside lamp at your side illuminated the black duffle on the floor.

“Work?” you asked, already knowing it was.

He sighed. The bed dipped as he sat down on the edge near you, leaning over to kiss the top of your head, fingers carding gently through your messy hair.

“Yeah. Work.”

“Okay. Well I guess I'm up now so tell me about it.”

Frank shook his head. “It's nothin' you should be worrying about. Promise.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers skimming along your jaw to your chin, tipping your head up to plant a little smooch right on your lips.

You grumbled.

You knew about a lot of the things he had done in the past. Things he'd seen. It was sort of a condition of you being together, you didn't have to keep anything hidden from each other. He'd fought so hard to spare you, to lessen it somehow, but how can you possibly lessen taking a life? Even if it was a 'bad guy'? Fact stood, he didn't do that now. Wouldn't. Not since Red came into his life, kicking his sorry ass, battering all the reasons for fighting the good fight straight into Frank's skull. He was relentless but it had worked. It took some figuring out, some fucking hard to swallow pills but he wasn't the Punisher any more. Not like before anyway.

Fucking Catholics and their guilt. Jesus.

“Please be careful Frank.” You were also the reason.

“I'm always careful.”

He winced as you prodded a recent deep cut in his side with your finger. “Oh yeah?” You scowled but he just laughed at your grumpy expression, leaning into you nuzzling and nipping where your shoulder met the base of your neck, that weak point, where he knew you were the most ticklish.

“Ahh Frank, ngghh!” You squealed and wheezed with laugher, wriggling and ducking to try and get away from the scratchy feel of his scruffy jaw and playful nips of your skin. He finally relented and you pushed him back.

“I'm serious.”

“So am I. I'll be careful.” He made a little scout's honour gesture with a smirk and you shoved him again.

“Fucking hell Frank.” You sighed, running your fingers through his hair. He leaned into it, closed his eyes briefly. “Is Matt gonna be there?” You asked.

“Mm. Yeah. We uh, we look out for each other, y'know?”

You smiled, relieved. “Yeah. It's good you're working together, he's a really great guy.”

“Aww, you sweet on Murdock babe?” Frank teased.

“No, I'm just glad he found you.” The last thing you wanted was Frank out there alone if the unthinkable happened.

Frank scratched his chin, grinning at you. “Little altar boy get you hot huh?”

You grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it.

“Oof! Okay okay! I take it back. I know, I know... kid probably saved me more times than I deserve.”

“Remind me to thank him properly next time he's round...” You winked. When it came to teasing Frank you gave as good as you got.

“Hey now, guy's got some sorta sixth sense for befriending beautiful women. You sayin' I need to watch my back?” Frank chuckled and shifted over to sit beside you.

“When do you have to go?” You asked, hopeful it wasn't too soon.

Fuck, he hated this part. Hated leaving you, even if it was only for a few hours. He knew you'd stay up till he got back. Waiting to check him over, put him in the shower, patch him up if need be. It wasn't till he was in your arms that it was over, that he was sure he was home.  

“We got a lil' while. C'mere.”

Frank pulled you against his side, arms draped around you. Curled against his broad chest you rose and fell with his breaths, heard the steady thump of his heart near your ear. You tapped the rhythm out on his shoulder.

A half hour must have passed when realised you'd drifted off and Frank was stroking your bare arm, saying your name, saying he had to go.

“Don't know how long I'll be...” You knew the script. He never liked to give an estimate, just in case something changed. Didn't want you fretting. He'd give you a text when he was safe and on his way, always did, and that seemed to be enough at least.

“I know.” You missed the heat of him as he got up to grab his stuff. Jacket, keys, phone. Bag stuffed full of weapons.

He dipped down, pressing his lips to yours. Warm and sweet.

“I'll seeya.” he said. That was your code for 'I love you' when he had to work. Somehow saying it outright made it seem like he wouldn't be coming back.

“See you. Say hi to Matt for me?”

He shouldered the duffle and headed for the door. If he didn't leave right now he'd never go.

Frank gave you wink and a smile. “Sure.”

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #punisher fic #fluff #frank castle fic #frank castle fluff #frank castle x gender neutral reader

[monster-noises]

(I liked those OC questions post a while ago and forgot to send some bc I was mobile rip) For your fave OC: 🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum? Least talked ab OC: 🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem? and the OC you love to hate: 🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you’ve ever made to them? how have they changed from their original verse

Oh gosh!! sorry this took me a few days to get to.. I needed time to draw the Images.. it got long again so off under the cut it goes!!

Pistol:

[img description: A speech bubble coming from Lazarus, a gaunt older white man with slicked back hair twirling a golden knife in his hands, reads: "Trust is not to be doled out without discrepancy. It is a thin and tenuous bond between individuals broken by the mildest of human urges with the same effort it takes to snap a small twig between your fingers. Trust can be faked, altered, and fabricated, it's existence is flimsy and unreliable. Equivalent to wrapping yourself in paper to try and protect your body as you tumble down the mountain side. So no. I do not trust easily." A separate speech bubble coming from a cartoon rendition of the artist reads: "Ignore him, he's absolutely full of shit. He's hardened himself over time, sure, but he wants to trust people. That old heart is as soft as the contents of a freshly peeled pudding cup." /end] Of course Lazarus is my favourite! I love my little meat boy so much... You can take his word (and mine) here on how easily he trusts others. lol, but as for the other questions.. When he does establish a trusting/reliable relationship with someone he is not likely to betray them or turn his back on them, he gets very committed to things, including people, and turning on someone he holds close is untenable. Even given a ultimatum he wouldn't dare turn his back on those he's committed to trusting. Everyone else however? fair fucking game. He's definitely been back stabbed before. I don't think Miranda's manipulative capturing of him cooounts so much (I think he thinks of it as a form of betrayal though, given what she promised him and what was delivered), but the fine arts world he came from in a previous life is cold and ruthless and he was definitely pushed around a lot. He hasn't really experienced any betrayal since coming to the village, this can more so be chalked up to his lack of deep authentic relationships than anything else.

Train:

[Img Description: A word bubble from Virgil, a middle aged white man in a cowboy hat with sandy brown hair and a scruffy beard reads: "That ol' chestnut ain't nothin but a heap' a philosophical fuckin' nonsense. I got more practical, and frankly more important science to be doin' than any o' yer damned ~Morals and Ethics~ mumbo-jumbo." A separate speech bubble coming from a cartoon rendition of the artist reads: "Short answer: He doesn't have one!" /end]

Well.. pretty much ALL my OC's are my least-talked about OC's because I don't talk about any of them. So I'll take the chance to re-introduce an older and very much beloved OC of mine; The original Middle Aged Bottle Blonde Disaster Bisexual, The Prodigy Chemist Who Decided To Use His Brain For Personal Gain And Ultimately Evil, Sometimes known as The Coyote sometimes as Braided Snake sometimes as simply 'That Giant Asshole' It's!!!!!!!! VIRGIL ARTHUR WHINCHESTER!!! (yes with an H and I named him that before supernatural entered my life so huSH)

Virgil's a pretty practical guy, likes to keep things physical, tangible, doesn't like to think to much about Implications or Moral Dilemma's. Doesn't mean he won't debate you if you push him (he will. For hours. You will regret your choices. He will be smug about it the Whole time.) but y'know.. when you're in his line of work it pays not to think about these kinds of things too much.

(also he was originally for a furry comic I was making with a friend in high school where he was Actually a coyote, here's a fun bonus sketch of his Original design)

[Img description: A separate portrait of Virgil but this time depicted as an anthropomorphic Coyote with light blonde fur and bright blue eyes. He is still wearing the cowboy hat. /end]

Tornado:

[Img description: Two drawings of Idris, A horned robot made of gold who wears a leather jacket. The drawing to the left is labelled "Old" and shows him with a simpler design. The drawing to the right is labelled "New" and shows him with an upgraded more detailed design, this drawing has a speech bubble that reads: "Brava darling!~ A -subtle- but marked improvement on the already Immaculate! ~<3" A small cartoon rendition of the artist in the bottom right corner is blushing and has a speech bubble that reads: "I just... Kinda made him hotter. Somehow." /end]

and last but not least! the glow up of the (23rd) century! This is Idris, The Golden Boy, criminal ring leader and founder of Smugglers Honour, a cosmos-wide smuggling operation run so tightly and bureaucratically if you didn't know any better you'd think it was a corporation!

.... it's... part of the setting for the sci-fi/cyberpunk ttrpg game I'm GMing right now...

which is exactly why Idris needed the glow up! While his change hasn't been Drastic he was originally conceived in about 2010-2011 for the comic setting that would eventually develop Into Andromadis as a catch-all leader for the criminal underground which was a bit vague even then but was Especially not going to do in the context of a TTRPG where players were going to have to interact with him and his long reaching actions in specific and unpredictable ways, so he kinda needed a new job, or rather a more defined one. So Smugglers Honour was born! A discrete organization he could be in charge of, something a lot less nebulous than his previous title of "Big No.1 Crime Boy" lmao. But with this new title I felt he needed a bit of... polishing up.

I wanted him to Feel the same, keep all the basic ideas, but just.. tighten the screws a bit so he felt a bit cooler and sexier and more mature. And also fix his dumb stupid badly designed head oh my g o d. I uhh, I think I landed it.

#monster noises #bartholomew illustrated #meat husband #andromadis #I feel so good about how I was able to capture everyone's speech patterns and personalities here so well in such small chunks.. #I'm constantly worried all my characters will end up having the same voice somehow #but I think I can do a pretty good job of making them distinct. #though looking at the three of them there are... some common denominators... ;;><> #and here I was pretty sure I didn't have a lot of 'shared traits' between my OC's lmao #I like it when the hands are pointy!!!! and the man is evil!! I cannot help this #loosing my absolute M I N D over how good idris looks though #this is incredible #and also that drawing of old virgil!!?? like yes!!! YES!! that's what he was supposed to look like the whole time #haven't drawn in that style in y e a r s #nearly a decade! #but somehow I pulled it off perfectly!! #also everyone thank Karl Once Again #cause I know how to draw hats and actually have them sit on peoples heads now.