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AHHHHHHH MOSS MY BELOVED THIS IS WONDERFUL !!!!

for the lovely @consequencesbylovejoy

i hope yall enjoyed this shitty play through, i will probably upload a better one when not everyone in my house is asleep :)))

WIPESS <3333 you are such a sweetie. I remember first finding your faebur fic on ao3 and going absolutely feral over it because your writing is absolutely wonderful, and now I get to call you a friend. It feels like a dream, but a wonderful one nonetheless. <333 sending you all my love rn.

I'd like to say happy best friend day!!!

to @despicablenotions @grrrlsagainsthumanity I know we don't get to talk often, but I am full of love and joy when we do

to @boiled-onionrings my wife, you are a lifeline like no other, you deserve so much for all my bullshit and I can't thank you enough for being so amazing, for being my best friend <3

to @wolfie-doggo oh you just get me, we're two freaks in a pod, and I could not be any luckier to know you as much as I do. I love you and all that you've done for us

to my newest friends who I could not be happier to get to know in these last two weeks. Youre all so talented and youve inspired me to write more and and and- my life has been better with yall in it!! @lillylvjy @mosslovestherain @l0veb0mb1ng @lotusanonymouse @consequencesbylovejoy @tr1ental1s-boreal1s

to @modx-reborn though we don't talk as much, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here right now. Your confidence in me, our friendship- you've changed the course of my life and I could not be more grateful. You are genuinely one of the best people I know, and I hope life is kinder to you

and to @struggling-with-time..... there are no words I can say that can encapsulate the emotions I feel. You get me like no other, I have yet to know someone like I do you. I wish I knew you sooner, the love in my heart is too much for almost two years. I would do anything for you, and I hope I get to know you forever, and in the almost nill chance that I don't, I will love you always. You've carved a place in my heart that no one else can fit. I love you so so much.

*holding you by the chin* Are you going to be my good little girl? 🖤

jackforeman​:

WHO: jack foreman & @goldenboyrichards​ WHERE: the foreman household

Jack hadn’t seen Adam since the night that everyone had decided to go to Lover’s Lake. The two had split up, mostly because Jo was on the side of going to the cabin, and Jack swore to himself that he would never leave her to deal with shit on her own, not as long as he could help it. It was the right decision, this much he knew, because they’d wound up in some weird ass portal, or something. He wasn’t entirely sure still. 

They sat in the Foreman family’s basement, where Jack had seen Jo for the first time since coming back, and the image of the shock on her face still replayed in his head on loop. “Alright, dude, be real with me. Did I miss anything crazy at the lake while Jo insisted on going into the cabin?” he asked, turning to his friend. “I wanted to stay with you guys, I really did, but Jo wanted to go, and I couldn’t really tell her I wouldn’t go with her after, you know … going missing for a few years. I feel like I shouldn’t really leave her when I have the chance to stay with her.” Jack was sure he didn’t have to explain, not to Adam, but felt the need to after doing a lot of explaining in the past week. “Sorry, I’m so used to having to defend every single choice I’ve been making to everyone I know since we’ve been back.”

Adam still had zero clue what had actually happened at Lovers’ Lake, especially with the other group. He’d heard bits and pieces of their adventure in the cabin that night from people as they’d partied afterwards, but nothing concrete really. All Adam knew was that this town was seriously weird, weirder than it had been a few years ago, apparently. He was just glad he’d been with Cole and had been able to make sure he was okay after whatever had happened to them in the water. 

It was good to catch up with Jack, though. They’d been teammates and friends for years, and Adam wanted to make sure he was handling everything okay now that they were back here in Hawkins. “Yeah, man,” He nodded, setting his can of Coke down on the coffee table. “Okay, so it was pretty normal at first. We were drinking a bit, we decided to go for a swim, and then the waves picked up. Cole and I were having trouble making it back, and then something grabbed out legs...” Adam said, biting his lip at the memory. It had been a terrifying few minutes - part of him had been worried he wasn’t going to make it back to shore. “Whatever it was didn’t leave any mark on me or anything, though. Cole’s ankle looked kind of fucked for a minute, but then it was gone? I have no clue what that means.” He admitted with a shrug. “Something weird happened to one of the kids too, but I wasn’t really paying attention during that part. What about the cabin?” 

As Jack explained his decision, Adam nodded. If his own sisters had been there, he probably would have followed them too. It was hard to come back and face people who you’d left behind, especially family. “I get it, dude,” Adam told Jack, giving him a small smile. “You don’t owe me anything.” Adam understood that feeling all too well, too. Everyone wanted to know why he’d left three years ago, now that he was back. It was a question that he kept doing his best to avoid, when he could. “Are you doing okay? With everything?” Adam asked cautiously, dipping into feelings territory. They weren’t known for being vulnerable around each other, but they’d had one hell of a shared traumatic experience. Talking about everything with the forest commune probably wouldn’t hurt. 

RAAAAAHHHH CUPID FLUTTER AND CONNIE FINISHED 💌 !!!!

FOUR MORE TOONS TO DESIGN LEFT 💪💪💪💪 !!!!

I had this weird creepy dream.

Apparently there was a murder in our house, that somehow became the shape of a square but the middle was empty. The women in our house stayed in the higher floors while I stayed down investigating with my brothers and cousins while my father was talking with I don't know.... probably the authorities...? What's weird is my uncle was skiing relaxed with it qnd was recording and smiling normally.

Anyways that's not the creepy part. The creepy one is that when I poked my head through one of the doors that lead to the middle of the empty square it looked like a no man land. Though I saw 3 dead bulls laying on their stomachs as if they're sitting though they were clearly dead as the top of there back and down was eaten. Weird part the corners of the bull wasn't eaten and the blood haven't spilled so it was like tube full of blood. Now one of the creepy things in the dream, if you wanna call it that, is that there's a dear or a goat , I don't know I didn't go that close to see, was alive and swimming inside the bull whixh is all bloody. I didn't dare get closer and quickly stepped back as whatever that thing was giving a very off vibes.

Wait, I am not done yet. Stepping back I accidentally walked back into someone. I turned around and it was my mom holding alot of pens, they were for some reason black?, and my sketch book. I looked around and found the woman of my family came down. My mom asked me if I wanna draw something, but I shook my head and told her I need to help the boys.

Now for the very creepy part. She dropped the pens and the sketch books and along with that friendly smile of hers and looked at me dead in the eye's and told me in a very serious and deep voice " let the murder be". Though her eye's weren't the usual warm brown happy eye's, they were very black and void of any emotion, which crept the fuck out of me and I woke up panting.

Wait wait wait, there's still more. I drank water and went to check the time, and guess what ? It was 3:33 fucking in the morning. That was all that needed for me to panic and turn the lights on as everything became overhelming.

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sweetheart, i will ruin you (2/4)

first of all - no i didn't make a typo. this has ballooned to an extra part oops. many thanks to my beta readers @wanderer-six and @starsscarmyceiling <3 love u both

Chapter 2: to make crosshair jealous, you take a certain clone medic home from the bar.

tw: unprotected piv, oral (female receiving), light femdom, making out, jealousy, possessive undertones

-Cr0SS9904 sent you a message- sorry to leave you hanging, sweetheart I had to give you something to look forward to. You said: You’re a dick. Cr0SS9904: You love it

You threw the holopad on the bed beside you. How Crosshair had even found your contact information, you were unsure of, but you supposed he had the resources to find you.

He was awful. You never wanted to see him again considering how completely he had unraveled you in that alley. And yet, he was right. You did love it, but you weren’t used to feeling so completely out of control.

It was mid afternoon, and you wipe the mascara from your eyes. You hadn’t bothered to wash it off last night, as you had collapsed in a heap in your bed after your escapades.

As you hop into the fresher to wash the night off of you, you remember how Crosshair’s hands had roamed over your body - your face, your breasts, your thighs, and the places between. That bastard had left you unsatisfied and humiliated, and you’re tempted to grab your vibrator to finish the job. But oh, it’d feel so much better to have someone else do the job for you.

Then you had the idea.

Resisting the urge to get yourself off, you jump out of the fresher and grab a towel. It was nearly evening, but you had just enough time to get dolled up and stop by a bar…

The plan was simple. Return to 79s, make eye contact with Crosshair, then make out with a random guy at the bar. With any luck, you’d piss him off just as much as he pissed you off, as you had a hunch Crosshair was slightly possessive. And maybe you could finally get some release. Throwing around some prettyboy seemed like a decent way to blow off steam, at least.

Of course, there were no guarantees that Crosshair even frequented 79s, or that you’d find anyone willing to go along with your plan (considering you wanted to make them well aware of the situation, lest they catch any feelings or feel used). But hey, maybe you’d get your kicks.

You enter 79s, this time alone. The bumping music drowns out your inner voice, and your fears about being recognized from your little stunt last night fade away. You inconspicuously scan the room for Crosshair - and there he was, sitting alone in the back of the club. Had he come here because he’d thought you’d be here? Or maybe he was here to find his next victim, Maker rest their soul.

You stare him in the eyes, unwilling to be so passive in your dynamic any longer, and he smirks in response. Oh, you hated him, and you hated how his smugness got your heart beating faster. After shooting one last glare at him, you sit at the bar and order a nonalcoholic cocktail. While you want something to drink, you want to be in full control of your functions when Crosshair sees you making out with someone else in front of him.

As you sip the sugary confection, you scope your surroundings, and make eye contact with a clone. He is similar to the others, as all clones were, but he has a tattoo on the side of his head that reads “A good droid is a dead one.” He’s cute, and smiles as you make eye contact.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says.

“Hey yourself,” you say, and turn towards him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Crosshair sneer, roll his eyes, and lean against the wall.

“What brings you here?” you ask.

“Mandatory shore leave. Can’t say I don’t need it, though. What about you?”

You glance over at Crosshair, and lean closer to the clone. “Honestly? Looking for a rebound.”

He snorts into his drink. “Straight to the point, eh?”

You narrow your eyes and smirk, knowingly. “Who said I was asking you?”

He huffs. “Fair. I guess I have to earn it. What’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Mira.” You flutter your lashes, just a tad. “And yours?”

“Nice to meet you, Mira. Name’s Kix.”

“Kix, eh? I like it.” You lower your voice, rest your chin on your fist. “And what do you do for the Grand Army of the Republic?”

“I’m a medic. 501st.”

“Ah, a medic. So you’re good with your hands.” You sip your drink. “And…anatomy, too, I’d imagine.” He’s faintly blushing, but leans towards you.

“Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty familiar with all parts of the body,” he says, voice confident, and you smile. Bite your lip. Look him up and down. All rehearsed, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying yourself.

“501st, too. You’ve gotta be somewhat good at what you do.” You dangle a finger along the forearm of his armor.

“I’d be more than happy to give you a live demonstration. To make sure you have nothing but confidence in the Republic army, of course,” he says, and you laugh. He was cute, and he made your heart race and heat between your legs pool. God, you were still so worked up from last night.

Your hand presses down onto his armor. “I’d love that.” With your other hand, you trace the tattoo on the side of his head. A pang of guilt passes through you, and you realize you want to make sure Kix is sure this is just a fling.

“I’d love to keep going, prettyboy,” you drawl, “I just want you to know something first. This dickhead fucked with me at the bar last night- made me look really stupid, actually -and I want to make him jealous. You’re cute, and I’d love to have a good time with you, but…”

He laughs. “Jealous, huh? Well, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Are you up for it, then?”

“That depends. What’s in it for me?”

“I thought a night with me would be enough reward.”

“That’s true,” Kix says, leaning forward and kissing you, softly but not timidly. The confidence transfers through his lips onto yours, and you squeeze his forearm.

“I guess you’re fine with a fling, then?” You pull away.

“I’d never miss a chance for a night with a beauty like you,” he says. “Besides, nice to get some no-strings-attached action. As I’m sure you can imagine, women tend to get…attached to me,” he winks.

You roll your eyes and give him a peck. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Crosshair. Somehow, he was still sitting across the club, stoic but with a twinge of disappointment. Good. As your eyes make contact, he takes another swig of his drink. You hope he’s regretting what he missed out on last night.

“That him?” Kix asks.

“Yeah,” you say.

“Crosshair, eh? Oh, I know him. He’s an ass.” Kix stands, offers his hand, which you take and rise.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make him jealous,” he says before dipping you down and kissing you right in Crosshair’s line of sight. The kiss turns hot as he cups your face with his free hand and pushes against you just a little bit more, and you feel your body twinge with a familiar yearn. One of your hands massage the back of his neck, and Kix lets out a murmur of relaxation. Kix iswarm and smells like spiced berries; you wonder if his skin tasted as sweet as it smelled.

When you pull away from Kix, he smiles. “How was that?” he huffs into your cheek.

“Pretty good,” you smile. Placing a finger on his armor, you whisper, “But I like it better when I’m in control. How’d you like to be bossed around?”

It was the first time you caught Kix off guard. His eyes widen, but soon the suave soldier was back. “Like I said, anything for a night with you.” His grip on your waist tightened. “But…I’d like that. Ma’am.” Kix calling you “Ma’am” sent liquid heat through your body, but you kept your composure. Crosshair was far out of your mind now, your only thoughts being how you were going to completely destroy this man.

“Good. Keep calling me that,” you say as you lead Kix to the back of the bar. You push him against the wall, not dissimilar to the position you were in last night - but you aren’t going to leave Kix hanging. Your lips skim his neck and he lets out a soft moan, a sound that sends chills across your skin and lights fire in your chest.

“Such a good sound,” you encourage.

“All for you, ma’am,” he breathes, and you nearly moan at how disheveled he already sounded. You kiss him, body sinking into his, and you could tell he was getting hard. The kiss was slow but passionate, lips moving slowly.

“I can’t wait to unravel you,” you say, and his hips slightly buck against you. You raise an eyebrow.

“Sorry- can’t help it -I’ve got a beautiful woman nearly on top of me,” he huffs, still the wisecracker. Obviously, he was thinking too straight, and you needed to fix that. You laugh, push into his body, harder, and he groans as the heat between your legs gets some delicious pressure. Your hands roam his torso, and stars, you couldn’t wait to get him out of his armor. You weren’t that debauched that you were going to fuck him in the middle of the bar - though, it would certainly make things easier than traveling back to your apartment. Sigh.

You kiss Kix tenderly but passionately, and you are so pushed up against him that he wraps his legs around you, remaining glued to the wall. Your hands clutch underneath his thighs, and even with the armor on, you can tell they were strong, muscles taut. Even though this was purely physical, you can still sense an undercurrent of tenderness between the two of you that was absent from your tryst with Crosshair. That maybe, you want with Crosshair.

You try to shoo the image of Crosshair out of your mind, but the thought of treating Crosshair like this, kissing him deeply and affectionately, making such a stoic man a whimpering puddle - it makes you kiss Kix harder. Crosshair, his hands in your hair and moaning in your mouth, him yielding his body over to you. You know Crosshair is watching you now, you can nearly feel his gaze burning through your back, and you wonder if he wished he was in Kix’s place.

Kix. Remember this was with Kix.

Maybe getting out of the club- out of Crosshair’s gaze -was the solution.

“Want to get out of here, head back to my place?” you whisper into Kix’s ear.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he says.

As you pull Kix out of the club, you make brief eye contact with Crosshair. His expression is unreadable, but if you had to guess, it’s somewhere between stunned and pissed off. You hope that he was pissed - jealous, even - though the two of you were nothing to each other. When you step out of the door to 79s, you try to put Crosshair out of your mind. This was a hookup, now, and you wanted to enjoy yourself.

The cab ride back to your apartment is filled with desperate kisses and pleading hands, promises of what’s to come. You’re thankful the cab driver is a droid - otherwise, you wouldn’t be nearly as handsy with the boytoy in the backseat with you.

When you enter your apartment, Kix looks around and looks like he’s about to start a conversation, but you’re too desperate for any sort of touch that you kiss him before he can say anything. His hands wrap around your waist, and you slowly push him towards your bedroom.

When the backs of Kix’s legs hit your bed, you start to paw at his armor. Kix pulls away from you, chuckling.

“You know what you want, don’t you?” He asks as he helps unclasp his armor.

“Interesting choice of words from someone who is as hard as a rock right now,” you mumble into his neck as your hand gently graces his codpiece. His legs shift at your touch.

His armor falls to the floor, next to your crumpled pink dress from last night, the one that Crosshair had roamed his hands all over. You hate how, even when you’re about to fuck another man, he invades your thoughts. You funnel that anger into pushing Kix onto your bed and straddling him. You need pleasure, now, something to calm the cocktail of desire and anger thrashing through your veins. Kix is just in his blacks, and he looks at you, a mix of shock and adoration on his face.

“This is definitely not how I saw my night going,” he says. “But I’m certainly not complaining.”

In response, you smirk and pull your dress over your head, abandoning it on the floor. You neglected to wear a bra tonight as it’d just get in the way, leaving you naked save for your underwear. He gapes at your breasts, and he raises his hand to hover over one of them, a question in his pause.

“You can touch me,” you say, and lean down to pin your hands on either side of him. “You can touch me anywhere. ” Your voice pricks goosebumps along his skin as he gently caresses you, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

“You’re beautiful, darling,” he says, then remembers your ask from earlier. “I mean, ma’am,” he winks. The use of ‘ma’am’ causes your hips to roll against him, and he moans, louder than he had at the club. It’s a deep and delicious sound, and you lean down.

“What do you want me to do to you?” You ask, hips gently grinding against him and lips hovering over his cheek.

“Anything you want,” he breathes. You grab his hands and push them on either side of his body, pinning him down.

“Anything?” you ask. He’s grinding into you now.

“Fuck yes, ma’am,” he says between moans. “You can do anything…I’ll do anything…please, fuck, touch me, ma’am.”

“How could I deny such a request when you’ve asked so nicely?” You buckle your hips into his, pleasure radiating from your core. Your hands release his hands and immediately roam under the shirt of his blacks, pulling them off. He’s quaking underneath you, and you lean down, kissing his neck and moving down to his chest.

“So gorgeous,” you moan into him, licking and sucking along his chest, leaving red and purple bruises in your wake. He’s hard underneath you, and you know you’re ready to take him now, but you wanted to extract as much pleasure from this as possible.

“I want to cum twice, Kix,” you demand, not a question.

“Yes ma’am. Anything. Fuck, this is so hot.” He’s already a sweaty, disheveled mess underneath you.

“I’m going to sit on your face,” you say. “Can you handle that, Kix?”

He nods. “Yes, ma’am. Please.” You smile at his eagerness and finish undressing, climbing his sturdy body, pressing yourself to his mouth.

“Fuck,” is all Kix says before he begins to lick. This is what you’ve been waiting for - Kix wrapping his arms around your thighs, his tongue sending electric pleasure throughout your body. You moan, loudly and repeatedly, and this only encourages Kix to work on you even harder. He’s fully erect underneath his blacks, and the thought that this was turning him on as much as it did for you made the pleasure feel all the more better.

Again, though, was that nagging thought - Crosshair eating you out, straining against his blacks, begging for you to touch him. Crosshair at your mercy . Instead of pushing the thought away this time, though, you embrace it and allow yourself to imagine it was Crosshair underneath you as your grip on your inhibitions was severely weakened. It was a self-fulfilling cycle - you hated Crosshair for invading your mind so deeply you thought of him even when you were fucking another man, and you wanted to put him in his place, so you imagined you were fucking Crosshair instead of the man beneath you. Fuck.

Crosshair - no, Kix - kept at you until you reached a familiar peak. His hands dig into your ass, as if he was afraid that if he didn’t hold you so tightly, you’d float away. This was definitely not his first time eating pussy.

“I’m close, Kix,” you say, grateful you used the right name when you spoke. Kix moans in anticipation, his hips bucking against the air as his tongue circles your clit. You cum hard against his face, riding the high for as long as you could as he caresses small circles into your thighs with his thumbs. You dismount and collapse on top of him, immediately kissing him sloppily, not caring that he tasted like you.

“You did such a good job,” you praise, mostly proud, but a small part ashamed that you were thinking of another.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he pants. “You’re awakening parts of me I didn’t even know I had.” You smile in response and kiss him again, wrapping your arms around him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of,” you breathe between kisses. “I just…need a second. You did a really good job.”

“Well, I did say I was skilled in all parts of the body,” he retorts before kissing you again. His hands run along your body as you reignite, kissing his neck and lavishing him with praises for how well he took care of you. Your hands slip under his pants and you pull them down, freeing his cock.

“Oh, please,” Kix pants.

“Mm. Do you want me to ride you?” You ask.

“Please. Please, ride me, ma’am. I need it. I’m begging you.”

You barely run your hand along his length, and he thrashes underneath you. You shudder, and lean up from him, biting your lip.

“Are you ready?” You say, and in response, he gives incomprehensible babble about how he needs this and he needs you. As your hips roll into him, you relax as he groans with pleasure. One of his hands lazily makes its way up to your breast as you start to slowly ride Kix, giving out soft gasps as he works his way inside of you. Stars, he feels so good, and you close your eyes as you gently rock your hips.

“That’s it,” you say as Kix squirms and bucks underneath you. “Unravel for me, baby.” He’s so gorgeous like this, eyes half-shut and body covered in sweat, and you call out sweet praises saying so. He seems to like the praise, as it causes him to moan a little louder and his hips to thrust a little harder. His hand falls away from your breast.

“I can’t even think straight,” he admits. “You’re so perfect, ma’am. Fuck, I’m close.” You are too.

And there’s that nagging thought again, wondering if this would be like riding Crosshair - if he would fall apart as beautifully and obediently as Kix would, or if he would tease and nag. You want to know, and the thought fuels you as you ride Kix harder, almost as if you could physically push the thoughts out of your mind with a thrust.

When Kix cums, he lets out a moan that pushes you over the edge. You tumble down the precipice together, convulsing and moaning. You fall on top of Kix in the afterglow, giving him a soft kiss as he wraps the blankets around you.

“Damn,” he says. “I think you fucked my brains out.” You huff a laugh in response.

“Stay?” You ask. “Don’t worry, I’m not catching feelings,” you preemptively state. “I just need cuddles after sex.”

He laughs, and wraps an arm around you. “Don’t tell anyone, but me too.”

Kix falls asleep quickly, but persistent thoughts keep you awake. Fucking Crosshair. You hated him. Hated how you wanted to see him beneath you, how you wanted to ride his face for hours, how you wanted to make him your little bitch. At least the jealousy sex you were getting out of it was good.

Eventually, you fall asleep long after the afterglow fades, your mind plagued with thoughts of him and things you would never have.

Kix leaves in the morning with little fanfare, and immediately after he leaves, you pull out your holopad and send Crosshair a message, knowing he’ll understand.

You said: CT-6116. More where that came from. 😘

tumblr is finally starting to feel like home again

also i have the biggest crush on lady maria like ugh 😩

she’s so pretty and strong and badass

i love them both oh so very much 💗💞

he’s so pretty <333

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i think i’m in love :((

i haven’t even met corazon in the anime yet because i’m still only on skypiea but man, love at first sight is real bro 😭

i love him your honour

Dream merges with DreamXD to create the perfect server and traps everyone in the End. Techno promised he wouldn’t let Dream become a monster.

Made this a while back for @simplepotatofarmer and forgot to post it here. Drawn right after the Arcane finale.

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When you ask WIlliam Afton where the missing children are 😊

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— matters with sub ! felix 💭

🏷️ dom!reader, sub!felix, mentions of insecurities, male squirting, size kink.

he doesn’t think he’s big. it’s not that he wants to make it a big matter. as per his words, “he bottoms anyway.”

you think that’s bullshit.

of all the things to disagree on, it had to be about his dick size. you had to prove him wrong.

you did this, of course, by giving him a dildo that matches his size.

“what’s this?” felix’s innocent eyes dilated in disbelief.

“it’s you!” your laugh rang through his ears. “not exactly you, but isn’t it close?”

in a matter of seconds, his legs melted on the ground beside the menacing silicone mount. 

“what? don’t like your new toy?”

“i-i do! it’s just…” felix hovered his now-naked ass over the dildo.

“c-can i…even take it?”

“you’re only asking that now?”

your expression shifted. the rumble in your voice mirrored the deep timbre of his groan, only darker, laced with devilish intent. 

you squatted down to his level. you cupped his face, rubbing the soft skin of his freckle-spotted cheek, distracting him from your other hand on his hip.

“oh dear, if i can handle it, you can too.”

with your powerful push, his ass slid down on the dildo.

he moaned into your mouth, back arching as he attempted to adjust to the inches that entered him. the both of your hands massaged his ass in an attempt to comfort him. you ignored his pleas and gasps for air.

“now you know what it feels like when you fuck me.”

you weren’t lying. while it’s true that he bottoms more, he was still an incredible top. the stretch from his size made every single time feel like your first.

“so thick, s-so long, wanna cum,” he chanted.

despite barely adjusting to the toy, he started to bounce his lower half. the sight of your boy moving on his own left you amused. you praised him as he writhed, drooled, and moaned. he kept going until his legs started to tremble.

you reached for his cock and squeezed it. shockwaves ran down his entire body, leaving him a shuddering mess, ass sunken deep on the toy.

he came all over the floor, his release clear and thin. the sight took the both of you by surprise. you licked the drippings on your hand and kissed him immediately after.

he tasted sweet.

“you squirted a lot.”

he pouted at your words. “it’s big!”

you had to laugh again. “no, no, you’re big.” 

only then was felix realizing that every little thing about him had an effect on you — larger than what he expected.

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your art style is so pretty and neat!! i love it!! i also really love your designs of dbda characters<3

wahhhh oh my god thank you SO much (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥)

I’m like pixie grunge. The perfect blend of sugar and spice.

Awww!! Thank you, Jane. That is so sweet. Glad I could be there for you, and I wish you the best my friend/Para sister.

Mutual Best Friends Appreciation

“I don’t have friends… I have family”

@adriannagibson7 @glitchinslimjim @wilhellmine @somewhereontv

An open letter to my dearest GAC family,

You four are the first people I consider my true friends, my best friends, and I love you all! I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, but you guys saved me. When I first entered the GAC fandom, I was very low mentally and suicidal and you guys saved me. We created a family between us and there is not enough things in this world I could give you four to tell you how much I love you guys, how much I care for you, and how much you guys have affected my life. 

I’ve titled you each as Queens in these graphics because you each are Queens to me and to this fandom. 

To @adriannagibson7, Adrianna, you are the Queen of Nick, honestly lol. I still remember when you messaged me about Nick and we fell down a mutual hole of adoration for that man. I can’t wait till Covid is gone and I have enough money and we can finally go on a Nick Groff Tour together! It will be so much fun to do that together and get to meet Nick (me for the first time and you again). You are an amazing person with incredible talent when it comes to writing, to video editing, and to picture edits. When I picked these photos, I went with the paranormal investigator aesthetic you have and of course I had to include Nick <3

To @glitchinslimjim, <3 Denise, thank you truly for being such an amazing person and co-queen of NAK. You are an absolutely brilliant video editor! I love every edit you ever create and I truly look up to you as inspiration for my own edits. I don’t know how you do it with your edits but the emotions and the story plots are just *chef kisses* You are a beautiful writer, too, and your style is so unique. I admire you for your same ability to convey emotions and story plots in such a beautiful way that I could never compare to. And your voice! I’m so surprised you haven’t been accepted to the Voice or X factor or trending on YouTube! It’s so beautiful just like you are. I picked these photos to of course include NAK but also your musical abilities and your beautiful personality in a rose. 

To @wilhellmine Mina, my Queen of Zaaron! <3 Oh how I wish we lived closer! I can imagine if we knew each other in person and met in person instead of online we would still be very good friends. I adore your aesthetic. Everything you create is utter perfection! I look up to you as a writer, as video editor, and as a person because you are so incredibly strong <3 From everything you’ve told me, never doubt yourself as weak– you are so strong <3 Of course I had to include an image of Zaaron (I still don’t know how you are able to write them so well– pure talent! *chef kisses*) and include your witchy aesthetic. Love you! <3

To @somewhereontv, Tess, oh the conversations we’ve had! I’ve enjoyed all of them and I can’t wait for the future for us. You are such a beautiful soul. I so wish that I swallowed my social anxiety and messaged you when I was in Dublin. But, that definitely won’t be my last time in Europe and I’ll definitely message you next time to meet somewhere lol. You are the Queen of GA honestly. You support myself and the others no matter what we make. I don’t know where I would be without your support and I so greatly appreciate you <3 Thank you for being a true friend and a true supporter. I choose your images based off the free soul you have and the magical aura you seem to have to me lol. 

Thank you to all four of you again for being in my life. I must have done something right to have your friendship *air hugs to you all* and I hope one day we may all meet in person. Maybe not together, but at least one-on-one. 

Jane <3

OMG ☹️ THANK YOU 🫵

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I saved you a wish. now make it

*not my art work*

Mastermind Kaito is on the miiiiiiiiiiind

[ his shirt design as a tattoo is entirely taken from this beautiful art ]

#Love yourself, if you dont. I will for you <3

We can love eachother <333