#freakay

[undead-barbie]

it's so funny being asexual and also obsessed with a character who's canonically a total fucking freak. Just a sexless girl and her emotional support slut.

[ward-706]

Commission I did of me and my friends We Happy Few Ocs 😋 (Constable Watson and Dr. Beaumont)

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Ohhh yeahhh that hit the spottt hmmhmmhmm yeahhhh rubbing the big fat bellayyy ouhghh hyeahhhhhhh

[ykozh11]

stand back Grace its time to resident my evil

[kopopy-art]

I forgive you, Ivan. (Bad Things)

Blood warning!!! (Not super big, but yk)

The brain worms at it again gang

[p3n-i3]

Thinking abt..

[METANOIA READER USED]

[JAY X YOU]

Your favorite thing about Jay is arguably his freckles.

You have each and everyone one of them memorized, from which ones disappear during the winter, to the ones that stay through the summer. The ones that are lined underneath his two colored eyes are some of your favorites, tracing and connecting them late into the night.

And Jay? He loves his freckles because you love his freckles. He always holds in a childish giggle whenever your fingers ghost over his skin. Your fingers are cold, but Jay doesn't mind, he loves feeling them all over his body, tracing nonexistent lines with them. And when your nails drag against his back, he can't help but sigh in bliss, wondering how he managed to get so lucky with you.

Though you pay a good amount of your attention to the freckles that dust his face, you love the ones that are spread across his body just as much. The ones that line his shoulder are always victims of your abuse, your mouth kissing each and every one of them as Jay presses himself against you. They are heavily cluttered at the roundest part of his shoulders, fanning out across his collar bone and dissipating once they reach his chest.

Late at night, you'd lay on top of him as he holds you, staring down at you with the brightest smile. Your hands are all over him, rubbing his shoulders with your palms before tapping your fingers onto the fading freckles that led to his neck. You always make sure to kiss the few that laid there, feeling him shiver and giggle at the ticklish feeling, opting to just hold you closer.

And when you sit behind him after a particularly rough training session, you're kissing the base of his spine with fleeting touches. Your fingers scratch at his vertebrae, feeling every ridge as you drag it down, your cheek pressed to his shoulder blade. His back has the least amount of freckles than the rest of him, but you love it all the same. Jay loves to press it against your chest and beg for your arms to wrap around him late at night, he loves it when you hold him.

His skin is pale, and his freckles are dark, often kissed pink with a blush that he can't help. Whether that's on his face or down by his sides, he can't help but grow shy when around you, knowing what you're capable of. You always manage to make him speechless with such a simple glance, but when your hands are all over him, and you're kissing him so tenderly, he is gone. The moment your hand graces any part of him, he's already sighing and leaning into you, begging for you to continue with your affections.

The sides of his body have large splotches of freckles before fanning out and down his hips. You love to hold onto them underneath his shirts, smiling down at him as he tries to reciprocate your actions, wanting you to feel just as warm as he was. But it's hard when you're looking down at him with so much love in your eyes, kissing him silly while he just can't help but submit to it.

And First Spinjtizu Master forbid you find the lightening scars that cover random parts of his body. They are numb to most feeling, as scars usually are, but they always feel your kisses, feel the pads of your fingers. You're so gentle with them, so caring and kind as you trace over them, humming as you hold Jay close, the boy still and allowing.

He's never able to get in the shower alone, always dragging you in with him with a subtle tease. He adores the way you help wash his back, the way you go through his hair routine with nothing but a smile. And you love how he does the same, helping you rinse your hair and make sure you don't drown underneath the water.

While in there, he can't help but repeat all that you have done for him, smiling and kissing you, much similarly to how you were earlier. It's here where he finally sees the scars that you are adamant on hiding, tracing his own fingers across them. His favorite one to kiss, to touch, is the one on your stomach, right above your belly button and just below your chest. He knows that scar isn't one you're proud of, that it's from a time you'd rather not recall, but he can't help but adore it.

You're strong, physically stronger than him, and he absolutely loves that about you. He loves crying wolf and crawling to your feet, begging for you to have some kind of pity on him, claiming he didn't know any better. And he does this because he knows you will just bend over and trace your hands over his face, claiming that he's the strongest man you know. So when you finally kiss him and pat his cheeks, he's happily turning back around and joining the fight once more.

He loves it when you throw him over your shoulder, holding him by his popliteal with just one of your hands. The other is holding the back of his Gi with care, the boy planting his hands right onto your back dimples. Whether he's doing it so that he can complain, shouting at you to put him down, or doing it so that he can stare at the back of your head with love, it's all the same. You're holding him and dragging him away from wherever he is, all so you can have him to yourself once more.

Nights are spent with hushed voices and exchanged giggles, rolling around with one another when you should be sleeping. Jay loves cuddling you, he loves having you hold him and often times he loves holding you. While you're not quite as small as his favorite stuffed animal, he'd argue that you feel much more comfortable than the stuffy that looks like it had seen better days. However, he still keeps it on the bed with you both, through thick and thin. Mr. Cuddlywomp stays.

And while Jay loves having you hold him, having you take control of the situation, he can't help it when he feels a little selfish. He adores having you under him, hugging you so tightly and squeezing you dry of any love you can offer. He loves it when your hands have no where else to go but his hair, or his shoulders, rubbing them while he bends down and kisses you.

He loves it when you wrap your legs around him, holding him still so that you can admire his face as he hovers above you. Smiling and giggling when you start counting his freckles once more, fingers grazing over each and every one of them. The way your eyes soften as you stare up at him, stating that he was so beautiful looking down at you like that. Jay loved being above you, because that meant you were only able to look at him, and he loves it when you look at him.

Whenever you aren't feeling the best, Jay is always by your side, whether it's because you're sick or just tired. He will lay in bed for as long as you need, feed you himself or do whatever you desire to feel better. He will dress you, do your hair and put his up in a similar manner, claiming that you're both matching before dragging you out of your shared room.

His favorite moments during the day are when you're curled up or wrapped around him while he sits in the living room. You allow him to play video games so long as you are in the vicinity, as you adore how serious he gets while playing them. His brows furrow ever so slightly, and the one that has a gash in it always seems to twitch whenever he knows he's about to win.

You either choose to lay on the side, your feet in his lap as you burry your head into a nearby pillow. This allows Jay to be as dramatic as he wants, screaming at the screen or even throwing his head back in frustration. It's not often that you do this, but you do know what games set him off, and what levels he hates, so you always keep an eye out for them.

Or, you're laying your head in his lap, face buried in his stomach as your arms wrap around him. It is here that you find yourself falling asleep for your afternoon naps, Jay resting his hands on your head, carefully clicking around on the controller. Every now and then, he'll card a hand through your hair, smiling as he feels you tighten your grip on him and shuffle closer. It doesn't matter what shirt he's wearing, or if he's wearing one, you will always find yourself buried right there when he sits down.

If Jay decides that he wants to help you test out a few new brands of makeup, he is seated down in a chair with you on his lap. He's holding your waist and staring up at you with so much love in his eyes that it's almost poisonous. Whether it's you attempting to put mascara on him, or shamefully smothering him with kisses, trying to find which color looked best on his pale skin, he's always there.

His favorite parts are, of course, when you lean down and kiss him, asking if that lipstick or lipgloss felt better or worse than the previous. To which he'll hum and state that he wasn't sure, won't you kiss him again? He needs to collect all the data he can so that he can give you a proper answer.

Kiss him as many times as he needs, or as you want, rub his face raw with makeup remover, and his answer will stay the same. You could both sit there for hours, you on his lap while he rubbed at your hips, your lips all over his. It could be dollar store containers, or designer ones, but he'll still manage to slip out between each kiss that that one was his favorite, before switching his mind when you swatch on another color.

He needs nothing else than you being so unbearably close to him and kissing him. Jay is a physical person, that's how he shows his affection with his friends, and certainly with you, his lover. Whether it's giving you a high-five for doing a good job at training, or shamelessly dragging you into his room with his mouth all over your neck. He yearns to be close to you.

Everyday when he wakes up, he will put on his cologne and you will put on your perfume. But by the end of it all, you're both smelling like the other as you climb into bed next to one another. Jay loves smothering you, he loves being on top of you in every way possible and he loves it when you do the same. The two of you can't seem to let go of one another, and you end up smearing the smell of your perfume onto him as a result, his cologne sticking to your clothes like some kind of disease.

It makes others ill just by seeing how you look at one another from across the room. Jay is so madly in love with you that it hurst to be away from you for more than a second, and you know this. You grow cold without the ginger being right next to you, often sighing in despair before claiming how badly you missed your boyfriend.

Jay never likes seeing you angry, he always loves searching for your smile in a crowded room. But when you're angry, that means you always crawl to him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and glaring down at him. You tug at his clothes and push him away before bringing him right back in, your breath fanning over his face and covering every inch. It doesn't matter if you're mad at him, or someone else, you're always running to him about it, always tugging at him and bringing him in close.

Wrapping his prominent curls around your finger and forcing him to look up at you late into the night, Jay knows that he wants to spend forever with you. You always hold him so close, so gently, no matter how angry you are at him, or wondering just what the future holds. You know where he likes to be touch, where to be kissed, where to be stared at, and what words he loves to hear come from you.

He holds you to his side late at nights, a movie displayed in front of you both, but neither of your eyes are on the film. Albeit, your eyes are trained on the boy next to you, tapping a familiar beat on his chest as he holds you close. And his eyes struggle to focus on the screen, wanting to watch the movie he had picked out, but also wanting to stare right back at you with the same loving gaze. But he knows that if he does submit to that, he might not be able to tear himself off you.

His favorite thing to hear you say is his name, no matter the tone you use. Whether it's through a hoarse throat from just waking up, between your pitiful sobs that make his heart throb, or when you're screaming it in his face when he messes something up. He can't help but sigh dreamily when he hears it, instantly turning around and skipping your way with hearts in his eyes.

You'll never know a day of peace when Jay is around, because he is always on you. Always smothering you, always kissing you, always holding you and always asking for you to do the same. Won't you look at him, or give him one more kiss? He swears it's the last one, he swears he'll be good for the rest of the day, just give him one or two more.

I just know Jay is a freak, don't ask me how, I just know he is

[lammerguya]

commission for friend on discord

[egg-salad985]

Made this in a daze after taking an unhealthy amount of ibuprofen

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