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jasperthehatchet · 7 months

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These are just some of the many many patches I've been making ❤️ I love them so much and I'm having a lot of fun making them.

I thrifted some old flat cotton bedsheets a long time ago, those are perfect for making patches and it'll make a fuckload of em :) and i also just used whatever scrap fabric I had sitting around

[Image ID: in the first image, there are 11 patches made of varying colors of fabric. A transfeminism symbol decorated with dots on an orange patch, a white square shaped spiral on a green patch, red mushrooms on a green patch, a blue patch that says "hopepunk", another transfeminism symbol with an anarchy symbol in the middle on a blue patch, two patches with spiral eyes,a red anarchy symbol and three pride patches. The pride patches include a transgender flag with words that say "protect trans kids", a genderqueer flag and an aroace flag.

The rest of the images are of individual white cotton patches. One with a vine and flowers that says "plant forests, destroy fascism". The next one says "cure ableism" with a skull and crossbones but replacing the bones is a cane and a crutch. The next patch is a detailed green plant leaf, the next one says "black lives matter. Indigenous lives matter. Queer lives matter. Trans lives matter. Jewish lives matter. Disabled lives matter." The next patch says "protect choice" with spirals. The next patch is a centipede painted in black and the last one is the satanic cross. End ID]

#solarpunk #punk #patches #punk diy #solarpunk diy #hopepunk #sustainability #hatchet makes stuff

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thehallstara · 6 months

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hatchetfield holds its secrets close like briers; barbed vines that pierce when you get too close. steph learned young there's no use in looking, anyway. (her hands, stained with blood of her father's own. regret. don't look back.) (steph lauter, the people she's surrounded with, and the moments in between)

12x100, character study

#s.txt #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchet #stephanie lauter #stara makes stuff #slowly but surely expanding my ao3 fandom list lmao #feels weird to be writing fic rn but i'll take the juice whenever i can get it #anyways. weird to write for a new fandom but i like this one #and now i disappear back into my hole

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threadsun · 11 months

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Okay but like the thing is. So Nick and Alan, right? Nick is basically—like if you imagine Alan was Raised In A Society and like... was normal-ish? That's sorta Nick? Not really. But like.. okay it's really just that they're both the same. Specifically. Like with. Okay okay they're both pervy lil creeps who stalk their Person and are deeply weird and obsessive about it and also have Very Specific kinks, but also they sorta just try to act at least a little normal and vibe with their Person at first? They're both Aware of the concept of bonding and getting to know people before immediately proposing or whatever. But they're also both like one interaction away from kidnapping their Person. idk idk this made more sense in my head but like. Nick Herraras and Alan Orion are like the same type of yandere but in completely different situations.

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #my dear hatchet man #mdhm #sdj nick #alan orion #sunshine #I don't think this makes much sense outside of my head but I'm just thinkin about the fact that everything I say about Alan #can kinda apply to Nick as well tbh. Both pervy lil creeps who like to stalk and kidnap and steal clothes and have scent kinks and stuff #also both kinda awkward around people #it's like urbanised versions of animals #Nick is just a domesticated Alan

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shimmershae · 1 year

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“Fine. Don’t say anything. Make me worry.” (a Walking Dead drabble, Caryl).

Just some Season 11 fun they should have given us. It’s short and silly.

“Fine. Don’t say anything. Make me worry.”

Carol tries to keep a straight face. Really. But he’s oh-so-serious, equal parts adorable and obnoxious in his over-the-top concern—it’s just a minor cut, a scratch—and he’s giving grumpy Panda vibes (Judith’s words, not hers; just what in the hell is the Commonwealth school teaching them). Neither of her real husbands ever showed half as much worry for her well-being as the fake one standing in front of her, glowering at her with soft blue eyes. Ah, the dichotomy of Daryl Dixon.

“I’m okay, Pookie. Nothing a little kiss won’t fix.”

#The Walking Dead #Caryl fanfiction #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #Carol Peletier #Daryl Dixon #stuff that I write #Judith Grimes #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons #after Season 10 #Season 11 could have been the stuff of Caryl shippers' dreams #but some asshole took a hatchet job to it #and made it all about the gruesome twosome nobody asked for #ugh

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incorrectbatfam · 4 months

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Jason is a hopeless romantic 100%

it just doesnt show

But everyone goes to him whn its time to plan dates

Dick: Hey, can I ask you something?

Jason, reading: No.

Dick: You see, Wally and I have our weekly date night coming up, but we've been to pretty much every place there is. You got any ideas for how to shake things up?

Jason: *scribbles coordinates and tosses him the Bat-plane keys*

[later]

Wally: Wow, I've never been to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Dick: I'm glad you like it.

Dick: *texts Jason a thumbs up*

Jason: *read at 8:55 PM*

———————

Tim: Jason, glad you're here! I totally forgot it's me and Bernard's six-month anniversary. Help me out, man.

Jason, clipping his toenails: Fine. You better write this down 'cause I'm only saying it once.

Tim: *nods*

Jason: Go to Home Depot. You're gonna need some rope, a tarp, hammer and nails, a hatchet, matches, and fuel. After that...

Tim: *furiously takes notes*

[later]

Bernard: A camping trip was a great idea. It's nice to get away from it all. And I can't believe you set this all up yourself.

Tim, chuckling nervously: What's a boyfriend for if not to build a tent and chop down a tree?

———————

Duke: So the school dance is coming up.

Jason, working: Theme?

Duke: Under the sea.

Jason: Ugh, how cliché. Anyway, Armand's Tailoring has a blue suit that'll match whatever your girlfriend's wearing. Tell him I sent you. After that, call Patricia's Bistro and make a reservation with the code word "surreptitious." Alfred can take you in the limo if you give him a 24-hour heads-up to clean it. Once you're there, remind the DJ he owes me a favor to get your song requests bumped up. And remember, a slow dance is basically moving your feet in a square but otherwise go with the flow.

Duke: Sweet, thanks!

———————

Cass: Steph is sad.

Jason, cooking: *sighs*

Jason: *takes out a tub of ice cream*

Jason: *scoops a hole in the middle*

Jason: *fills it with candy*

Jason: Here.

Cass: Thanks!

———————

*phone rings*

Jason, waking up from a nap: What?

Kory: Sorry if I woke you. Barbara's coming over for breakfast in half an hour but I burned it with my powers. It was supposed to be eggs benedict.

Jason: Order takeout and put it on fancy plates.

Kory: You're a lifesaver—

Jason: *already hung up and went back to sleep*

———————

Kate: It's Renee's birthday tomorrow. I have a gift, but I'm not sure if it's good enough.

Jason, polishing his gun: If it's from you, it will be.

———————

Bruce: *walks in*

Bruce: Hey, son. Selina's not talking to me after our argument. How do I tell her how much she means to me?

Jason, reciting Shakespeare: I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, "I love you."

Bruce: You're right. I'm just gonna tell it to her straight. Thank you.

Bruce: *leaves*

Jason: *takes off his headphones and turns around*

Jason: Did someone say something?

———————

Damian: Todd, what is love supposed to feel like?

Jason: Why do you want to know?

Damian: None of your concern. Now tell me.

Jason: *shoots a training dummy*

Jason: It's when they're lodged in your head like a bullet. Except without the excruciating pain and messy red stuff.

Damian, nodding: Tell me more.

———————

Roy: *takes down a villain*

Jason, sitting on a roof: *wolf whistles*

Roy: The hell?

Jason: I know hot when I see it.

Roy: What are you doing here?

Jason: I brought Arrowdogs.

Roy: You hate Arrowdogs.

Jason: But you don't.

Roy: Aw, how sweet—EYES UP HERE, TODD!

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jasperthehatchet · 7 months

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And also here's a shoulder bag I've been working on!! 🌿🌟

Also if you mix a little mod podge and water, and coat some fake leaves you have laying around, they won't fray or fall apart as easily so you can use them as patches! Leaf! Patches!

[Image ID: a green and brown messenger bag decorated with various pins, tassels, soda tabs, and safety pins. There's an ankh patch, a green spiral patch, a mushroom patch, a heart shaped anarchy patch, an ACAB patch, and a skull patch. There are large fake leaves hooked onto the metal hoops on the sides of the bag, and some leaf ribbon wrapped around the zipper. End ID]

#solarpunk #hopepunk #punk #punk fashion #punk diy #diy #hatchet makes stuff

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cryptotheism · 1 year

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She awoke to a boxcar full of corpses,

which was damn lucky, because it meant she now had a one-way train ticket to exactly where she wanted to go. All that was left to do was pass the time.

The student took inventory of her body. It was the first thing she knew to do in case of catastrophic injury, but the ritual of it was almost meditative now. Start at the bottom, work your way up.

Feet: Sore from walking. The leathery sheathe of mutagenic skin that ran up to her shins was largely unfeeling scar tissue at this point. They looked and functioned like a pair of high-topped hiking boots, except permanent and a part of her body. They were a rough custom job, designed for traversing the pools of acid that dotted the necrotic swamps common to her homeland. Home. Not much left of home now. She was getting sidetracked.

Legs: Also sore from walking, but less so. The musculature was hers, but the skeleton was reinforced with carbon-steel after a fall when she was little. Shock absorbing hydraulic femurs were nice for someone who did as much walking as she did. Skin was necrotizing again. Gotta get that replaced. Maybe one of the corpses is fresh enough to provide a graft.

Pelvis: Mercifully unfeeling. The surveyor had grabbed her by the hips. Skeleton was completely replaced a long time ago, but she could feel a hitch in the joint of her left leg whenever she moved it just so. An easy fix but time consuming, and not the sort of work to be done on a moving train. No necrotization here, at this point it was all synthetic. Uterus was completely original, not that it meant much. The little bundle of braided tubes that assisted her endocrine system remained stapled to her skin. The jangling was annoying, kept getting stuck on her hatchet, thus, staples. Fluids were looking a little dark, she must be dehydrated.

Torso: Felt fine, aside from the strain on her spine from carrying her things. Even with the augments, spines in general were just poorly constructed. Flesh was scarred, lots of burns, but mostly original. Both clavicles were removed and replaced with cargo sockets. She rolled her shoulders, it seemed like everything was working well. Breasts and sternum had been removed too, replaced with subdermal bulletproofing. She had spent extra for the good stuff there. One solid hand-ground piece of sloped armor. Getting shot in the lung was a lesson you only needed to learn once. Heart was completely mechanical. She even had a backup in her bag just in case. She traded the old lung and the breast tissue for that.

Right Arm: She rolled back the sleeve of her heavy coat and stretched her arm, watching the little electric motors dance. It was strong and dexterous, with half a dozen small tools built into the length of her forearm. No need for skin. In a pinch she could perform everything from network intrusion to basic surgery. Most of it was covered by the sleeve of her heavy coat. The amputation was above the elbow. She had leased her original arm for the current mechanical one when she was working on the pit crew for for an order of knights. She ended up keeping the arm.

Left Arm: She liked her left arm. She was proud of it. The trademark of a sythetimancer. It was pretty. Biological and mechanical features blending seamlessly together. Coils of veins and circuitry making intricate braids up her arm terminating in perfect Fibonacci spirals. Softly bioluminescent blood, filaments formed from calcified nerve tissue, synapse clusters under crystal clear de-pigmented bulbs of alpha-keratin. She concentrated for a moment, allowing the whirls on her palm to twist and readjust themselves with a tingling sensation. Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, all recombining into butane. She snapped her fingers, igniting a tiny flame, letting it dance along her fingers for a few moments burning and repairing the flesh as she went, spirals parting and coalescing like leaves navigating the twain of a gentle river. They looked like the little shell fossils she found at the white desert when she was little. Memories. Loss.

The spirals in her hand began to twist and pulse, little corkscrews of bone began to form, growing outwards against the thin layer of biosynthetic skin. It hurt. She winced, and regained control a moment later. Careless. She shook her arm, and the flame on her finger went out.

Head: Still a bit hazy from the pain. Where to start with the head? Neck. Parched. Currently being warmed by a scarf with a length of handmade maille hidden in the folds. Rebreather was working well because it was made well. It was made well because she made it. She made it because it used to be her job. Like everyone of her strain, she had no teeth, only two solid ridges of tough bone, largely blunt and made for gnashing but gradually coalescing into a single triangular point, evolved for ripping flesh. She clacked her jaws together experimentally. Clack. Clack.

Eyes were tired and dry. There was a short mechanical hiss and a snap as she the shields over her eyes retracted back into their sockets in her cheekbones. The only light was from a pair of grates in the ceiling, but the glare nearly blinded her. She snapped the shields back into place, and the heads up display came slowly back into focus.

Originally her skin was the sort of rust color common to her strain. By now it was a deep weather-worn red, except for the parts that were charred black and rotting. Gotta replace that. If she could grow hair, she had done a damn good job of making sure it was thoroughly singed off. It occurred to her that it might be fun to have hair one day. Maybe she could make it herself. Would it grow in spirals? She looked down to open the bag of genebending tools at her waist, and her heart jumped into her goddamn throat.

Staring up at her from the pile of corpses was a pair of bright red eyes on an unnaturally pale face with no nose or lips. Which would not be terribly upsetting or surprising, had it not just said “well met” in an oddly pleasant female voice, attempt to sit up, fail, and then ask politely if its new acquaintance would stop sitting on it.

This is the first chapter of Amber Skies. The complete story can be read here, along with its currently-in-progress sequel, Emerald Seas.

#Amber Skies #Emerald Seas

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medicinemane · 2 years

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Ok, I had correctly deduced about that knife, my mom knew I'd said I wanted a utility knife, so she got me one. A knife with utility

The problem of course is when I say utility knife I mean one of those retractable exacto style knives... so good intentions, but... man I wish she'd actually ask me before buying stuff cause like... like this is how she ended up with a mattress too large for her bedframe, she's too impulsive

It's a nice enough knife. The sheath for it is comically large. I'm not sure when I'll have an actual use for it, it feels more ornamental than anything else though at least it looks pretty so... I don't know

#in some ways I should just get another pack of carving knives #which I would still work to keep sharp (once I knew how to sharpen which I still suck at)#Basically just use a duplicate of my carving knife as a generalist work knife cause I'm just so used to holding it #like I was most sincerely planning on using it in furniture making if I can ever get myself to do that #(need to get my hatchet sharpened first for shaping)#but there's so much in carpentry videos I'll watch where it's like... man you're making it so hard on yourself use a carving knife #everyone's always using gouges for stuff a knife is better for

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multi-fandomedfreak · 7 months

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Creepypasta headcanons // how they would react u getting catcalled

Authors note: This is prob gonna be kinda shorter than my usual ones so sorry about that but I've been having terrible writers' block 😭

Characters: Jeff, Hoodie, Toby

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Mentions of a fight, mentions of knives, catcalling, mentions of hatchets, stalking

🔪 Jeff the Killer🔪

-Jeff will NOT have it

-As soon as some creep cat calls you, he’s throwing hands immediately

-Pretty sure he won’t remember he has a knife on him until after he’s beaten the creep to a pulp

-it’s best to close your eyes after he remembers his knife lol

-After that he’ll immediately start making sure your ok

-Checking to see if you’re upset, hurt in any way, ect.

-He’ll put his arm around your shoulders or waist to comfort you

-And to just protect you in general

-Even though Jeffs not much of a softie, he’ll be checking you’re ok a lot

-Probably in a much more subtle manner than when you first got catcalled

-But he’s constantly on the lookout for any creeps

🫥Hoodie 🫥

-If someone catcalls you, Hoodie would obviously be mad about it

-but he will just pull you away from whoever it is that's doing it

-He wouldn't do anything...yet

-Once he left you somewhere safe, he'd track down and stalk whoever it is that catcalled you

-Probably follow them home or their work

-Just waiting for the right time to strike

-Chances are that you'll never see the person who catcalled you again

-Afterwards, he would be a bit like Jeff in the sense that he would be very protective over you but kinda silently

-He won't be so obviously all over you but the subtle things he does are pretty noticeable

-Like asking if your comfortable when there's a lot of guys around or holding your hand to comfort you

🪓 Ticci Toby 🪓

-As soon as someone catcalls you its a hatcher to the face

-Like I know Toby might be mostly portrayed as shy and stuff

-But when it comes to the people he loves?

-He’s got like no chill

-After the catcaller is dealt with and stuff he’s definitely fussing about you

-He’s making sure you’re ok and feel good

-He’d probably buy you your favorite food/snack if you need comfort food

-or steal it who knows

-But yeah if someone were to ever mess with you in that way he would not hesitate to throw whatever he has in his hands at the moment

#creepy pasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepy pasta x reader #hoodie #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #hoodie headcanons #Ticci Toby headcanons #jeff the killer headcanons

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threadsun · 9 months

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Cult anon here again, I feel like I'm doing this too much but I just can't wrap my head around it I guess. I just wanted to say thank you for all the kind words from you, your partner, and your discord server apparently. You're all very sweet, and I can't wait to show you all this next part. Hope you're doing well : D

Of course, you're amazing!!!! You've been providing so much fun stuff to talk about and think about and read!!!! I'm very hype for the next part 🥰

#sunshine #asks #while the dead dove server is Technically a server for yandere fans #it tends heavily towards sdj and hatchet man specifically #so everyone there is going nuts for a cool sdj au!!!!#we're very friendly and welcoming but also major freaks and weirdos 😂#anyway mwah mwah you're making amazing stuff thank you for sharing it I genuinely feel so lucky!!!!!#cult anon

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raygirlramblings · 8 months

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A certain eggplant finally learnt how to take a decent selfie.

Lots of joyful nattering and dlc spoilers under the cut

oh my GOD the Phantom Show DLC was THE GOOD STUFF. Precious, delightful bean man looking SO GOOD in 3D again. The seemingly endless references and little side jokes scattered all over the place, The Phantom dropping some scalding tea…and then you had Rayman developing a friendship with these oddballs and I swear my heart grew three sizes.

Seriously, the creators of this dlc got it so right. Rayman had a bit of PTSD, but once he got past that to face a greater foe he was bouncing around with RPeach and RMario like there’s no tomorrow. And the ENDING 😭 I’m so happy to see Rayman and RMario lived up to my hopes of being Punching Pals XD. And then RPeach giving Ray a gift and HIM GIVING THEM A GIFT TO TAKE HOME I CANNOT I MUST CRY.

I’ve seen people say this is a means of burying the hatchet between Ray and the Rabbids, and I’m inclined to agree. Sure, Rayman still has his misgivings but he’s quick to understand that most of the Rabbids in the tv station are just trying to make entertainment and do good…so much so he’s willing to stay behind to help them 😭. There will be bad or troublesome Rabbids out there (cough Kanya cough) but Rayman seems to have genuinely built a solid friendship with RPeach and RMario (and Beep-O!) knowing they have his back if he ever needs their help.

Obviously I’m disappointed Ray didn’t get to hang out with Mario and pals (or my beloved Edge *sniffle*) BUT the energy and love the team poured into this DLC is a huge step forward for Rayman and I’m so happy to have been able to experience it. I can only hope it will lead to new and greater thing for best bean 💖

Now we have Captain Lazerhawk to look forward to 😉

#Rayman #Rabbids #rayman in the phantom show #mario rabbids sparks of hope #Rabbid Peach #Rabbid Mario #My arts

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ncteez · 1 year

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RELIABLE (s.c)

― part two here

Is it weird that no man has ever given you some good head and your best friend is a bit annoyed by that? Probably not. Is it weird that he offers to eat you out after a particularly bad date? Oh yeah, for sure. You’re still gonna let him though.

or the one where seungcheol proves to you just how good he is at giving head.

ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do.

WORDCOUNT― 3.6k

PAIRING― seungcheol x afab reader

CONTENT― best friends to best friends that give head, humor, smut, cocky but also whiny seungcheol

OTHER CHARACTERS― mingyu as the mutual friend who wants to bang reader.

NOTE― this is not proof read.

smut tags under cut::

smut tags― pussy eating (he gets in there), masturbation in the form of humping the mattress and then into his hand, finger fucking, there isn’t any penetration or anything but like....wait for part two

“What?” Seungcheol says, leaning back against the couch with a groan and a smack to his own forehead.

“Yeah, so basically he went down on me for less than a minute but expected me to, like, go long enough to ‘swallow.’”

Seungcheol groans louder, leaning himself forward again and swiping his drink from your coffee table to take a long and thoughtful sip.

“How many times is that, then?” He says between sips, glancing around the room as if he’s in deep thought. “I can’t help but think you seem to pick these kinds of guys on purpose at this point.”

You look at him in mock pain, grabbing his drink and taking your own thoughtful sip.

“I dunno, they always talk big game during phone sex and stuff. I figure eventually one of them will live up to it.” You drone on, internally marking your recent date’s name off of your call-back list.

“Be honest with me, have you ever actually gotten good head?” Seungcheol asks, letting you mindlessly drink his beverage.

It’s not weird to be having these types of conversations with him, if at all, something would seem off if you didn’t. He’s the only person in your life that you’ve ever felt this close to. At this point, you think he’d have to chase you down with a bloody hatchet for things to be awkward.

“Well, I mean,” You think for a moment too long for his liking, but he gives you the space to finish your answer. “It feels good and all but it’s not like I’ve ever gotten off by it.”

“Correction, you’ve never been given the chance to get off on it.” His dimpled smile shows, and you’re sure he’s mocking you at this point.

“Yeah, yeah. Yada, yada. I have terrible taste in sexual partners but to be fair, it’s not like the pool is that big to choose from.”

He nods in agreement, humming as if to end the conversation and still watching you sip at his drink.

“Would you be opposed to–” He pauses, making eye contact with you. “Y’know, I could do it for you.”

You pause, nearly dropping his drink out of your hand but thankfully your grip actually tightens on it instead. You swallow as you look at him, searching his face to see if this is some kind of joke.

“Seung-fucking-cheol,” You deadpan, sitting his cup back down on your coffee table and leaning toward him, staring him down. “You’d really do that, for me?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, mostly playing it off as a half-joke just to see if he’s fucking with you or not.

“How else are you gonna experience it?”

You stare him down harder.

“You say that like you’re some sort of pussy-eating-god,” You narrow your eyes. “Are you?”

He shrugs casually with his little smile, leaning back on your couch and stretching his arms out. One of his hands lands behind your shoulder and you lean into it.

“I’d let you be the judge of that if you’re up for it.”

Finally, you decide that he’s definitely not joking and you’re definitely gonna do it because like, that’s your best friend. Experiencing your firsts with him comes almost as naturally as walking. You had your first kiss with him, albeit it was a dare. You experienced your first concert with him, your first break up, your first failed exam, and even your first legal drink in a club. What’s so bad about letting him eat you out?

“Right now?” You ask, quirking your brow and tilting your head.

“Now, tomorrow, next week. Whenever.” He runs his hands through his hair as he says it and only now are you starting to really tune into his features that you’ve already found handsome.

Day after day you’ve seen him on this couch and in other states of dress without really thinking twice about how his lips would feel on you (despite that short first kiss). You’ve seen him kissing all up on other people, you’ve seen him in the club with wet lips from alcohol, you’ve seen him all messy and eating spaghetti at his parent’s house– but for some reason, his lips seem different now. His sleepy eyes seem different, his messy hair seems like something that should be tugged on, his fucking jawline–

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” He looks at you up and down as if he’s judging. “You wanna go right now?”

You nod slowly, letting the traces of any lusty thoughts you’ve had about him in your life come to the front in waves. Then you quickly shake your head.

“Wait, no,” You roll your eyes more at yourself than him. “I haven’t showered since my date, maybe I should, uh…”

“Ew.” He comments, that same dopey smile with the same stupid sarcasm as usual.

“It was only like, two hours ago, asshole.” You swipe his head as you go to stand up. “I’m gonna go shower so you’re not practically making out with him.”

He wiggles his eyebrows before fake gagging at you, feeling not a hint of nervousness.

Excitement. That’s what you feel. Not because it’s Seungcheol, well, maybe a little bit because you wanna see what his tongue is all about but more so because you’re about to get some presumably good, head.

You shower thoughtfully, cleaning every part of your body and feeling little goosebumps rise and fall with each sensation of your air conditioning snaking its way past your shower doors. When you get out of the shower, you lotion your body so you’re all nice and soft and brush your teeth just in case things go a little further. You’re not expecting it to, but y’know, nothing wrong with having fun if it comes to it.

After all, he’s doing you a favor by going down on you, the least you can do is smell good, be soft, and totally prepared for if he were to suggest more, right? Right. Anyway, you’re all showered up and opt to just let your hair do its own thing as you throw on your shirt and shorts. You ignore the panties at this point, because why not?

When you get back to the living room, Seungcheol isn’t there. Naturally, you check your bedroom and there he is, still his normal self and lounging against your headboard while flipping through videos on his phone.

“And she’s back,” he comments, reaching a hand out as if to invite you to your own bed. “Change your mind yet?”

“Not even for a second,” you smile as you take a spot in front of him, your entire body facing him as you pull your knees up and lay your chin against your arms. “Have you?”

He seems to fall into a more serious tone now, locking his phone and flicking his eyes up to look at you, scanning your legs in the shorts.

“No,” he chokes back, shocked to see straight between the gap of your shorts and actually lay eyes on the point of this whole situation for the first time. “and you’re not wearing anything under those shorts.”

You watch his face and the way it turns from your best friend into something you’ve seen time and time again from men you’ve gone home with. It’s sexy on him though, for some reason.

“Figured I’d save you the trouble?”

He smiles, now moving himself toward you and reaching a hand behind you to cradle your head.

“Lay back,” he says softly, in a voice you’ve only heard a few times from him, “you could have left the shorts off too.” He adds with an even softer laugh.

For some reason, it makes you feel shy. His hand guiding you to lay back all while grabbing the pillow from behind him and placing it under your head so that you’re nice and comfortable. You watch him look at you and honestly, it’s in a way you can’t remember him ever looking at you before. If this is how he looks at other women, you may be a little jealous.

“You’re being weird.” You say offhandedly, looking away from him and trying to keep the heat from flushing to your cheeks.

“You’re letting me eat you out, how am I being weird?” He leans up from you, putting two hands on your knees but still waiting for your eyes to meet his again. “You want me to act like the other dudes? Dip my tongue in then wrap it up?”

You groan, rolling your eyes back to him and analyzing the way his big hands drape over your knees.

“Okay, fair.” You admit defeat, feeling his warm palms move down the back of your thighs and to your ass.

“Lift up,” He says, quickly pulling the shorts off of you when you do as he asks. “Oh, Damn.”

He stares directly between your legs, bracing his hands back at your knees and spreading your legs a bit. He angles his head in different ways to really look at you, seemingly enamored with your pussy as a whole.

“Look who’s staring now.” You chuckle, instinctively hiding your face from him despite knowing he isn’t looking up at you.

“Yeah, I am,” he admits, now adjusting himself on the bed to lay down, his head easily slotting between your legs as he rests his chin on your lower belly and looks up at you. “You can pull my hair or do whatever, I’m just gonna start. Tell me if it’s something you don’t like.”

As normal as this isn’t, he’s speaking similar to when the two of you had taken on projects before. He typically takes the lead but offers you control more often than not. All you can do is nod at him, trying to comprehend that it’s your best friend’s head between your legs right now.

When he pulls his head back up with one last nod of confirmation, the first thing you feel is his fingers slipping up your core, the other braced on your thigh and holding your legs open. You release a short sigh of relief at the feeling and he instantly smirks at it.

“I haven’t even started yet,” He whispers, glancing up at you before fixing his eyes back on the expanse of your pussy. He uses his ring and pointer finger to spread your lips open, and the middle finger to rub against your hole only for a brief moment before he licks his lips and releases his own sigh of relief. “Not that you’d know this but, Mingyu would be so jealous right now.”

You look down at him, watching his eyes meet your before he lets his tongue hang from his mouth and he’s replacing his middle finger with the muscle. You swallow your words, holding your breath at feeling his warm and wet tongue tracing against each of your lips before moving inward and flattening out to lick one long and languid stipe up your core until meeting your clit.

He wraps his lips around it, sucking once, hard, before releasing it and pulling back to look at you.

“This okay?”

Goddamn him for making you have to talk right now. You’re still trying to comprehend the fact that he said Mingyu, fucking Mingyu of all people would be jealous that he’s doing this right now? That’s definitely a question for later, because yeah, it’s fucking okay.

You nod to him, throwing your arm over your eyes and instinctively bucking your hips up towards his hovering mouth.

“Oh, that was hot,” He compliments, watching the way you hide your face before he pulls his eyes back down and uses his fingers to spread your pussy open wider, enough to see your hole pulsate when he dips down to blow against it, “I can see how wet you’re getting, Is it because of me or is it just because you’re getting your pussy played with?”

You half groan half moan at that, mostly because hearing these words from him is something that feels entirely too sexual. As if he hasn’t already tasted you, as if you’re not spread out by his fingers right now. You ignore his words, yet, your brain holds onto them with tight knuckles and your hips buck toward him again.

“Not a talker, got it.” He notes, watching your hips chase his breath.

He watches for much longer than you’d like for him to, and you’re about to lift up and accuse him of being just like the other guys but he shuts your thoughts off so fucking fast when you feel his lips on you again.

His tongue explores every part of your core, licking and sucking against areas you didn’t even know would feel good until his mouth lands against your clit again. This time, you can’t help it, you grind up and he hums at it as he braces your legs open just enough to skew his head and move his tongue back down.

Unsure of if you’d let him, he tries anyway. He stiffens his tongue, circling your hole before pressing just a bit, giving you just enough pressure that you’d be the one to finish the attempt by reaching down with a soft moan and lacing your fingers in his hair as you press yourself harder against him.

He can taste how wet you are, truly taste it now as he stretches your hole as much as he can with his tongue with a groan of his own. It’s probably embarrassing, considering you don’t even hold your breath or moan this much during actual sex with other people, but god.

Both of you are moaning now as you hold his head in place and grind your hips harder than you think you are, but he loves it. Honestly, to the point that he figures he can use his fingers now too considering you let him penetrate you with his tongue.

The taste of you alone has him in heaven, cursing any man who didn’t take advantage of your pussy against their mouth. He’s a bit sad when he easily slips one finger into you and pulls his tongue away, taking a breath and looking at you.

You’re practically riding his finger, shamelessly chasing the small amount of pleasure he can offer in terms of just head and fingering. He can imagine how hot you’d be without that shirt on, with your legs around his hips, with your mouth wrapped around him. You look blissed out, soaking his finger and keeping your hand in his hair even as he circles your clit again.

The moment of your hips constantly humping against him is enough, and he can’t help but groan each time you do, he can’t fucking help but grind his own hips forward when you grind against him. His cock is so painfully hard at the image of you right now, at the taste of you, that all he can do is chase the mattress beneath him. Tensing his muscles and moaning against your clit shamelessly at the jolts of pleasure he gets from it.

He slips another finger in with ease, feeling how much wetter you’ve gotten and the way the slide is filthy and audible. You groan out at that too, feeling his tongue flick relentlessly against your clit and only now moving your free hand from your face and trailing to your stomach.

You can’t even talk, so you don’t. You lift your shirt up until you can at least rub against your nipples, just to heighten the pleasure your best friend is so graciously giving you.

His eyes watch you do that, a bit annoyed that the shirt is still covering you despite your hand clearly under it doing something to your tits. He’s thinking with his cock, so fucking aroused that he doesn’t think twice when he aggressively lifts your shirt up to your chin and watches the way your fingers poke and prod at the erect nipple there.

His eyes roll back with a groan and his hips fuck harder against the mattress at that. His fingers speed up and now he’s focused. You feel him all over you from the waist down, his tongue flicking and lips sucking against your swollen clit, his fingers relentlessly fucking into you, your fingers heightening those sensations by playing with your own tits– then, oh, then you notice.

Seungcheol, you’re best fucking friend, is so goddamn horny that he’s dry humping against your bed and whining out moans against your clit. Probably to avoid asking for more, to avoid making you feel obligated to get him off too, to avoid anything you may not want or consent to. And that’s why he’s your best friend.

It doesn’t take long after that, your hips still as you watch him get himself off all while getting you off, and you find your orgasm bubbling up much faster than if you’d have done this with anyone else.

“Cheol, you’re fucking whining,” You groan, rolling your hips up in a stutter.

He was almost gonna stop, because yeah, he was. Gasping for air but only tasting you, only swallowing up the moans you give to him, only inhaling the dull scent of the fruity soap you used when you showered. But, you moan louder after you say that. He suspects you must like it, so he continues, shamefully reaching one of his hands between himself and the bed and quickly shoving it down his pants, circling around his cock and continuing to fuck into it.

If he thinks hard enough, you’re what he’s fucking right now, and technically, he is, with his fingers and mouth at least. When your hips stutter more, he fucks harder against his hand and holds his fingers inside of you as deep as he can get them. There, he sucks against your clit until you’re the one whining.

You release against him in a breathy whine, squeezing his head between your thighs to where he nearly misses you breathe out strings of praises toward him. But he hears them. He definitely heard you say that he looks sexy with your hand in his hair, and god, did he ride off of the fact that you encouraged him to get off with you. Regardless of if you knew if he could or not, regardless of if you knew his hand was providing just enough pleasure for him to do just that.

There, as your orgasm subsides with his tongue still flicking your sensitive clit, you watch him writhe his hips against your mattress, his eyes slammed shut, and his breath coming out in pornographic moans. So, this is what Seungcheol looks like when he comes. It’s desperate, but somehow, it feels passionate too.

You’re all dazed now, pussy pulsing and tingling from the loss of his lips and fingers once he pulls back and lays against your bed with a lazy smile. His pants are uncomfortable, but he doesn’t mind as he wipes his hand across his shirt and watches the way you catch your breath.

“So,” He tries to say, but stops to clear his throat. “I guess that’s what it’s supposed to be like when a guy actually likes to give head.”

You’re shy. You’re never fucking shy, especially towards Seungcheol, but god.

“Um, yeah,” you sigh out, lifting from the bed and looking back at him. “Or maybe that’s just what it’s supposed to be like when you give head.”

You only say than because, for some reason, you genuinely don’t think another man would ever eat you out to that level again.

He nods in admittance, reminding himself that his pants are fucking nasty right now. So, he goes to stand up and extends a hand out to you.

“Let’s go clean up.”

You shake your head, not at all wanting to move from this bed. He nods again, pulling your shirt back down for you and leaning down to look at you.

“I’m gonna bring you something to clean up with, and I’m gonna shower.”

You smile at him, a bit dazed as you make yourself comfortable on your messy sheets and think hard about the fact that this dimpled motherfucker really never told you how good he was at giving head? rude.

Seungcheol looks all proud of himself when he comes back to your room and cuddles into bed with you much like he always has.

“I didn’t expect to sleep over, I have work in the morning.” He whispers in a rasp against your back, curling around you like the perfect big spoon.

You’re quick to turn on his work alarm on your phone, like you always do when he crashes during weeknights. Because, what best friend doesn’t have alarms set for each other?

After a few more long moments of silence, you try to talk. Mostly because your brain is swimming with the fact that, like, you’re not sure but it’s just, wow.

“Hey, um,”

“Hmm?” He hums out in a sleep-heavy voice.

“Did you actually enjoy doing that for me?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.” His sudden louder voice causes you to jump, but you relax back into his grasp.

“Oh,” You think hard. “Is this gonna change stuff between us?”

“Probably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.” He responds with confidence, shifting a bit and hugging you closer to him.

You smile.

“ And don’t tell other dudes my secrets.”

“I won't.”

Seungcheol has his own smile from behind you, wondering if he really is just that good at eating pussy. The truth is, he’s done it a handful of times but he was just really really interested in doing it for you. Don’t ask him why, it was just a thought.

― part two here

#seungcheol smut #seventeen smut #s.coups smut #svt smut

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earthaliensworld · 1 month

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I’m Not Sure I Want to be a “Best Fan Ever” Anymore.

Starz is laughing at “the best fans ever”. The showrunners are laughing at us. Our love of Outlander - for all its ups and downs - has kept us here. More exactly, Sam and Caitriona have kept us here. Although sometimes, when we read about horny grannies, mommies and crazies, I wonder why.

15 months between an already filmed content? Why? Because they can. I think the fall off of fans, the Starz takeover, and the “I can't even remember what happened in 7A” will, unless they are very careful, make sure S8 goes out with a fizzle, not a BOMB!

Whoever decided BOMB was a good idea is taking the piss. Are we to be subject to the pre-sequel before S8? I think the answer to that is pretty apparent.

To ensure viewers for S8 - they are expecting us to take on their crumbs. Making more money off the backs of us, TBFE.

I’ve said it before, I won’t watch BOMB and, at this stage, I feel that I don’t want to give Starz any more of my hard-earned.

After 10 years of following OL, a book reader from my college days, it was a joy when I watched S1 - with trepidation as I imagined the usual TV hatchet job - falling in love with Jamie and Claire and, because of them, ignoring some of the glaring changes and weak scripts because there was enough good stuff to keep us watching.

I never thought I’d say I am now happy it will soon be over - I think we’ve had the piss taken out of us for long enough. Well done Starz, well done showrunners, you’ve done the impossible, and you’ve made me glad it’s nearly The End.

Sad, sorry and hugely disappointed.😒

#outlander #cait #bomb #sam heughan

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c1nnad0ll · 3 months

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Valentine's Day

How I think some creeps would celebrate the day!

CHARACTERS

-Jeff

-Eyeless Jack

-Toby

-Nina

-Clockwork

Jeff

-I feel like he doesn't do much. Considering how the creeps usually live in abandoned places most of the time I'm betting he can't afford a lot of the expensive stuff. (Totally fine, Valentine's Day is highly capitalist)

-Maybe he hangs out with you in the woods. I could see y'all carving your name into a tree

Eyeless Jack

-I headcanon lives in an abandoned hospital. For the sake of my head anon the hospital still has electricity, so he does just fine with a supply of kidneys (Not to mention the amount of dumbasses exploring the hospital)

-So...yummy organ dinner!! Just chilling in one of the old hospital break rooms eating a someone decent organ dinner EH managed to make with the hospital kitchen appliances

-He would maybe find some wilted flowers in the hospital from an old visitor to give you.