#BOBs can go suck an egg

[supercalime]

My favorite part of the BOBs being annoying is how they think it’s a “gotcha” to say bucktommy fans are “too old because they are over 30” when *checks notes* most of the characters are over 30.

[milkyhoneybee]

Harpy girlfriend who doesn't have human hands and she can't get her wings into the right position to play with her tits, absolutely losing it and trilling loudly when you suck on her nipples and grope/pinch them

Fitting a pair of snakebite nipple suckers onto her and watching as she becomes more desperate, clawed feet coming up to try and pull them off but they're too narrow for her to get a good grip on

Laughing and cooing at her as her feathers fluff out and she gets frustrated as the constant pressure turns to oversensitive pain

Eventually you tell her they'll come off if she bounces enough, and you set up a suction toy on the floor for her, watching her bob up and down erratically as she tries to get the suckers to pop off

Her cloaca dripping wet, stretched around a toy that's just a little too big for her, eyes dark and face flushed, sharp teeth worrying her plump lip

Eventually you take pity on her and yank the nipple suckers off roughly, making her cum hard and let out an avian screech as her nipples are finally exposed. Throbbing, thick, bright red from their abuse

Of course, you don't waste time getting them in your mouth

Next time, you go for clover clamps with weights attached and send her out flying, watching her have to readjust her wings every time the weights make her flinch or tense

You joke about getting her heavy silicone implants and how she wouldn't need to fly then, she'd be your pretty songbird on display, perfect tits to show off how successful she is, not needing to hunt or migrate when she has you to care for her, even if the implants would make her look like a ridiculous, sexualised ornament instead of the regal predator she is in her own mind

If you got them big enough, she'd be able to reach them and press them together with her wings

You could get her some pretty gold chains to hang between nipple piercings, put all sorts of colourful hanging jewels on them to show how much her mate cares for her

Or, even though she's more avian than human, you wonder if you could get her to lactate, especially when she occasionally lays an unfertilised egg or three, always getting broody and needy around then, how cute she'd look begging you to drink from her tits to relieve their fullness, maybe get her a wearable set of pumps modified to fit over her wings like a harness, so she can get her teats sucked while she hops around your home

[writing-rat]

Such a cockslut

JENNA ORTEGA X AFAB READER (NO PRONOUNS USED)

Warnings: 18+ Content, Smut, G!P Jenna, Blowing smoke in face, blowjob, mentions of a photo being taken, semi-public sex, first RFP so may be bad

INSPIRED BY: @deep-fried-egg

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It had been a long and stressful day for Jenna at the studio. She was stretching as she was walking inside the door after exiting her truck and was putting her bag down on the floor then took off her boots. She looked around for Y/N then. She peered into the kitchen, not seeing you then peered into the living room. That’s where she saw you wrapped in a blanket, looking at her like an owl from over the couch. Half of your face was covered so your smile was hidden. “There’s my favourite girl,” Jenna grinned out, unable to help it before she was jumping over the couch and saw that smile before she cupped your cheek, and kissed you. You proceeded to kiss back, a big blush going across your face.

“I’m gonna go out and smoke now, okay hon?” Jenna spoke. You nod before thinking. “Can I join?” You asked shyly, as you had a plan to help her destress even more so she didn’t have more than 1 cigarette. Jenna, intrigued, nodded. “Course you can my love,” she responded. She led you both out to the front porch as she sat down, lighting the cigarette as she was manspreading like she usually did. You eyed her crotch before you looked around seeing no one. Slowly you went onto your knees in front of her, which shocked her as she was looking down while smoking her cigarette. She was getting hard, you could see it through her green jeans. Slowly you start to rub her inner thigh as you look back up at her, seeing if she was consenting to you starting to undo her zip. You even licked your lips to tempt her, to which she nodded. 

“Go on. You are just a slut for my cock, hm?” Jenna asked, looking down at you. You blush as you nod, starting to unbutton her jeans. She put the cigarette in her mouth and pulled her jeans and boxers to her knees as you were slowly starting to kiss her inner thighs. Jenna grasped the cigarette in one hand, the other gripping your hair in a tight grip before you slowly licked up her dick, to which she held tighter, a low groan slipping out. “Come on. I know you are hungry for my dick, so just suck it, hm? Be a good cockslut?” Jenna teased you. Blushing bright red you nod as you start to take it in your mouth, first sucking the tip before you inserted more in your mouth.

Jenna kept groaning in pleasure as her grip tightened impossibly harder, her hips bucking in your mouth. You let out a whimper before you start to bob your head up and down, your hand trailing to her balls and slowly starting to rub them too. Jenna loved it, and she knew you did too. She rubbed your hair as she smoked, groaning and moaning even coming out now. She slowly inhaled into your face, which you whimpered at but found hot. “Cockslut likes to have smoke blown in their face too, hm?” she hummed out innocently, to which you blushed and nodded. You sucked more and noticed a pattern. Every time you reached her stomach she would blow smoke in your face, like it was a treat. 

It was working though. Soon she was getting close and it was becoming obvious she was about to cum. You kept deepthroating and on the fifth time she came inside your mouth. You swallowed it all immediately out of instinct, looking up at Jenna as you kept her dick in your mouth. She proceeded to take a photo before she was rubbing your hair. “Pull your shorts and panties down, cockslut,” Jenna commanded. You did as told, revealing your wetness as she licked her own lips. “On my lap, make sure my dick is entering you,” Jenna added on. You were quick to obey as you lined both her dick and your pussy together, before slowly going down on her. Once fully down you expected her to thrust as she smoked, but she didn’t. She didn’t move at all, causing you to whimper and grind against her thigh.

“Ride me, I won’t move or touch you,” Jenna informed you. You was bright red before you was slowly going up and down, all shy before you thought and undid your button-up flannel and revealing your tits to the famous woman. She looked down as you felt her dick twitch inside, ogling your chest as you was riding her. She blew smoke on them as you gasp, nearly getting your sweet spot hit but was just a bit too high. “Such a good cockslut. Not finding that sweet spot are you?” Jenna teased, lifting her eyes up from your tits to her face and held your jaw, making sure you kept eye contact as you rode her and as she smoked. “Open your mouth whore,” she degraded you. Opening your mouth, she blew into it as you gladly accepted it. Hell, a moan came out even which you was blushing at, getting more drenched as you kept riding her. 

You soon came, unable to help it as you just found your sweet spot. You knew Jenna hadn’t cum just yet, causing you to keep bouncing on your sweet spot as you whimpered and mewled in pleasure, Jenna moaning more as she wanted to feel and hear your moans on her neck. She quickly moved your face to her neck as you rode her, whimpers and moans pressed against her neck. She let out a groan before she came inside you. You let out a gasp and let out a whine before she was bending you over a table.

You knew she wanted you even more now. She had pulled out to make sure to tease you as she was taking off her shirt. Eventually she was inside you again as she was starting to hold your sides, pounding into you hard. She moaned as she did so, ignoring the fact people could see you as she soon groped your breast with one hand, the other slipping to your ass and groping it as she was letting out loud moans. You proceeded to whimper, mewl and whine as you bit the table a little, closing your eyes. She was slowly starting to mark your neck and your shoulders as you moaned, her constantly hitting that one spot inside you. She was already getting close due to coming 3 times in the same hour. She waited for you to cum however. After 2 minutes more of her pounding, you both came at the same time as she was holding you by the breasts and the ass still. After a minute of riding out your highs, she slowly pulled out and kissed her cheek, seeing the abandoned cigarette as she stubbed it out. “That was your plan all along huh?” Jenna teased. You blushed hard and nod. “Yes…” you spoke shyly. “Come on, let’s get you a bath, some food and water then we can cuddle and watch some films,” she spoke gently before kissing you gently. “What do you say?” She asked, wanting consent. You nodded, feeling your heart flutter. “Please and thank you,” you speak, before kissing back.

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-ten

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: I don't think you guys understand how broken this gif made us. Fuck, creating it killed me! Also, during the hotel scene, listen to snuff by slipknot. It's on the playlist! Some eggs from other songs on the playlist throughout the chapter as well! Enjoy my loves!

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NICK R.

My heart raced as Jolly and I met each other in the dimly lit hotel hallway, sleep still heavy in our eyes and bones. When he called me a few minutes ago, I rushed out of bed where I was crashing in Matt’s room and knew that it could have been about one thing.

Noah.

“What happened?” I asked.

Jolly ran a hand over his exhausted face. “I don’t know. I haven’t walked inside yet and I’m afraid of what I’m going to see.”

“Y/N. He kicked me out earlier tonight because she was coming by,” I said, remembering suddenly.

“Shit,” Jolly cursed before nodding behind me towards Folio. “No matter what we walk into, we don’t judge him. Whatever happened fucked him up enough that he needs to write a song at three in the morning.”

Folio agreed. “How bad is he?”

I shrugged. “I guess we’ll see.”

Jolly turned towards the door and knocked gently.

“Yeah.”

The voice that called back was not Noah; this voice sounded broken, and distant, with the single word that was uttered.

“It’s me,” Jolly spoke through the door.

Realizing that Noah was most likely not in a state to answer the door, I handed Jolly my room key and we all sucked in a breath when the light on the lock turned green; us walking into the room one at a time. There was music playing, soft beats echoing off the wall, and I hoped no one would complain to the front desk about the noise.

My bed was still as I left it but Noah’s bed was disheveled with a pair of underwear that clearly weren’t his and a small piece of what I expected was a condom wrapper. Noah’s original clothes from earlier that evening were on the floor at the edge of the bed.

Shit.

Noah was on the floor leaning against the wall with a bottle of Hennessy in hand, more than half gone, and his hair was in a disarray of braids.

“Noah,” Jolly said quietly while bending down in front of him.

He waved a hand in front of his face as his head bobbed slowly. “I’m good, man. I just wanted to get this beat down. It’s in my head.”

“She wouldn’t stay, would she?” I questioned while motioning towards the bed.

“Didn’t need to. Jus’ friends. ‘S’all it’s come to. She didn’t need to and I don’t really fucking care. I don’t. No sweat off ma back,” he finished the rest of the bottle before letting it slip from his fingers. “I’m fine. F.I.N.E.”

The three of us shared a painful wince as he spelled out the word two more times.

As if whoever was watching over us from above, just then that specific song by Too Close To Touch came blasting through the small portable speaker Noah always brought with.

“See?” Noah pointed to the air around him. “Even fucking Keaton is telling you guys I’m fine.”

But then, he slammed his head against the wall behind him as his bottom lip trembled, his chest caving in at hearing his best friend's voice play throughout the room. Noah was only rubbing more salt in his wounds and fuck, they burned.

“Why the fuck aren’t you here, man?” he choked out. “You knew her better than us. What did I do? Why’d she leave?”

Keaton’s name felt like ice in our hearts and I knew it was a stabbing pain through Noah’s chest.

“Whatever,” Noah grumbled, wiping angrily at his face. “Her decision; bad decision. Fuck her. I need to write.”

“Noah, come on, don’t say shit you’re gonna regret,” Folio spoke. “You can’t write when you’re drunk. You know that.”

“M’not. She jus’ my good friend. I fucking knew I wasn’t enough for her.”

He was far gone, not even realizing that Folio and I stood behind Jolly, our own somber expressions weighing heavily on our faces.

Finally, his eyes opened and when he saw all three of us, Noah groaned.

“Oh, great ya called them?” He pointed towards us. “I don wanna hear I told you so, erm stubborn. Yadayadsa.”

His words slurred together, stumbling over his tongue.

Folio peered around the room, counting the empty bottles. “I’m counting two.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Apparently he’s been sitting here awhile.”

“You know I can’t stay; you deserve better than me,” Noah chuckled, imitating Y/N’s voice.

Jolly peered over his shoulder at us and his lips were pulled in a tight line, all of us thinking the same thing.

“Noah” I sighed with my hands on my hips.

His head snapped up, eyes red with tears so close to falling but they wouldn’t. Noah was always in control of his emotions; he refused to cry in front of us.

“She told me what I felt, she told me what I wanted and what I didn’t. Didn’t give me a fucking say about anything before she walked the fuck out. Left. Gone,” he rambled on.

“She’s going through-,” Folio started.

“Fuck that,” Noah seethed with clenched fists in his lap. “I don’-don’t care right now, in this moment. She fucking stole my heart and took it with ‘er. Jus’ friends.”

The last two words sounded bitter on his tongue, like acid.

While we let him wallow in the pain, I motioned for Jolly and Folio to walk to the other side of the room, out of earshot from Noah.

“Should we ask Malcom or Chase what the fuck happened?” Jolly asked.

“Do you think she told them?” Folio wondered.

I shrugged while crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t doubt that. She likes him, we know she does. It’s clear.”

“Then why did she leave?” Jolly questioned, his own pain for Noah making his jaw clench. “What the fuck happened to make her leave?”

I gazed over to Noah, my heart falling into my stomach at the broken sight of my brother. “He jumped. He jumped but Y/N wasn’t there yet.”

The three of us made a quick plan of action before Jolly and Folio went to help Noah up off the floor, his limp body dragging on the floor.

“Noah let’s get into bed,” Folio suggested.

“No. I need to finish this beat, and these fuckin’ lyrics in my head,” he pushed himself away from them, standing on two shaky feet but standing. He smacked his forehead over and over.

Jolly nodded. “We will, but first you need to get some sleep.”

He glared at the bed in front of him, a mess of the decision they made together.

“…the pillow.. she was on that one,” Noah pointed. “It smells like that fucking perfume, I don-wanna inhale that shit right now.”

There was so much venom in his voice when he spoke about Y/N and there was a part of me that hoped this wouldn’t last long. He had every right to be upset with her; he gave her his heart, and she walked away.

“Alright, then let’s get you some sleep in mine,” I said.

He licked his lips, an unreadable look flashing in bloodshot eyes. “I still fucking taste her. It’s a poison that I should have fucking avoided.”

“Can’t help you with that, brother,” Folio tried to joke.

No one laughed

“No. I need to finish this-,” Noah stumbled over to his suitcase to snatch a piece of paper and pen, something he always kept on him.

I stepped in front of him to hold him steady, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. It was as if it was trying to break free to chase after Y/N; just for her to stomp on it again.

No, I shook my head, you can’t let your own anger deter you from trying to fix Noah. You can be angry about the situation but not her. It’s no one's fault.

“You don’t like to write when you’re not home,” I tried to take the pen and paper away from him.

“I don’ care nicKLas.” He pushed past me to fall onto his bed, ass first on the pillow. “I have to, right now.”

Sensing the sudden thick tension, not knowing what the next thing would be that would set him off, Jolly gave a slow nod toward Noah.

“Alright. Let it go, man. Let us hear it.”

Even though they weren’t written down, Noah still burned his gaze into the empty page in front of him. Through the slurred words, the ache that poured out of him brought chills to my bones.

“How quick it gets lonely here at the top. Her skin feels unholy but I’m still drawn. The morals I’m holding, you know they’re gone.”

Fuck, that was good.

Noah’s eyes snapped over to us. “Why aren’t you helping me get down this beat?”

I held my arms out to the empty room. “We don’t have our stuff here Noah, this isn’t usually how we do this.”

“Fuck,” he ran a shaky hand over his chin. “Ok well then here! Voice clip it.”

While he tossed his phone to Jolly, who barely caught it in time, I gave Folio a look of luck before slipping out of the room, almost running into Matt who stood at the open doorway.

“Who the fuck is blasting Snuff by Slipknot at four in the morning?” He asked with fury.

No doubt someone called the front desk and complained who in turn complained to Matt.

“Woah, what the fuck is going on right now?” Matt took a tentative step into the room, eyeing the situation.

“Didn’t you hear, fucker?” Noah whipped his head towards us so fast, that the braids smacked around his face. “She ran away, she’s the fuckin same.”

He hiccuped a sob. “Angels lie to keep control.”

“Fuck's sake,” Jolly pinched his nose with a sigh.

I gave Matt’s shoulder a squeeze. “Just keep an eye on Noah, he’s not in a good place right now.”

“Fuck, don’t tell me-,” he stuffed his hands into the pocket of his sweater.

“Just- let me handle it man,” I slipped past him out of the room and quick steps took me to the elevator.

I bounced on the soles of my feet as I repeatedly pushed the down floor button and cursed when the doors finally opened. Blackness took over as I let the images of Noah sitting there broken carry me to the room, hand pounding on the door.

Time be damned. I couldn't care less if she was asleep right now. How could she be asleep while my best friend, my brother, was fucking dying on the inside?

Not again. I refused to let him sink for another.

“Nick?” Chase squinted with the sudden light blasting in from the hallway. “Everything alright?”

“Where is she?”

He continued to stare at me with narrowed eyes. “Who? Y/N?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “Is she here?”

I tried to peer past him but only saw someone with auburn curls walk behind Chase, leaving a gentle hand on his back. “What’s going on?”

“Nick’s looking for Y/N,” Chase informed Malcolm.

He stared at me confused. “Last I heard she was going to hang out with Noah. Did something happen?”

“What the fuck do you think?” I snapped but then let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be an asshole but she left. Noah’s a fucking wreck. It seemed like they had a great time- so what’s the deal? I thought she cared for him. Why, why would she hurt my friend?”

I was the middle child, great at negotiating, great at being the middle man. The one who would try to settle things. I was on Noah’s side with this one, she’s my friend, but he’s my brother. Even I didn’t see this coming. I tried to remain neutral when I asked them and tried not to look annoyed.

“Dude- she does, she cares for him a lot,” Malcolm spoke while tying up his curls. “Noah makes her so happy. We haven’t seen her glow like that in years, I just- I don’t know. We don’t know why she would leave. Unless…”

Chase quickly pushed Malcolm back into the room slightly. “Dude, no. That’s not our business to tell. She has to be the one to decide.”

“What?!” I asked.

They knew something, and I needed to know; right now.

“That’s her business, not ours,” Chase said, rubbing his head.

“What?,” I scoffed. “Is she fucking dying or something? Is she okay?”

“No, no, she’s fine. All I’ll say is she does things in her life that can require extra attention. But like I said, that’s not for us to discuss, even with you man, sorry,” he pauses and says again. “Is he- is Noah alright?”

“Honestly? No. He isn’t, he’s drunk and writing right now. He’s gonna feel like hell when we have to leave for the airport in a few hours.”

Malcolm sighed. “I’m sorry dude. When Y/N comes back, we’re going to have to have a long talk. We know she cares for your friend, Nick. Her heart is in the right place- we just don’t know where the hell her mind is. We’ll figure it out.”

I nod and smile slightly, in agreement. My eyes want to convey a lot more. Y/N’s a good person, but she broke my friend's heart tonight. This is why I was so hesitant about this relationship with him and Y/N. I warned Noah not to jump yet, but he did.

All I could do right now until she came back was nod a quick thanks to them and hope that Y/N would confide in them. I wanted to fix my friend's broken soul so often, and so often I tried and succeeded. I wasn’t sure I could with this one- I needed to let them go through this on their own. But I’ll be damned if I let my friend suffer.

“Alright well, let me know what you find out, please.”

“Absolutely, anytime man. We’ll talk,” Chase reassured with a nod, Malcolm bumping fists with mine.

When I made it back to Noah’s room, I noticed the guys huddled around Noah’s slumped body in the bed, clutching the pillow Y/N laid on close to his chest, snoring loudly, and another empty bottle of Hennessy next to him.

“Shit,” I breathed. “Another one?”

Matt sighed defeated. “We tried, man. But his strength when he’s drunk and angry is something not to mess with. You know that.”

I nodded because I knew that. All too well.

“He only fell asleep about five minutes ago. I don’t know how we’re going to get him up in two hours so we can make our flights,” Folio wondered.

“We’ll figure it out,” I assured them. “Did he finish writing?”

“Yeah,” Matt slowly went towards the end of the bed, gently pulling the book from under Noah’s arm; pen falling from his hands.

“What does it say?” My brows raised as I took the paper in my hands; my brothers' broken words staring back at me.

Bitter ends to the nights. I’m along for the ride. Out of breath, out of time. Everything has a price. You can be all I got, what’s the difference? Hennessy and a lot of bad decisions. All I know, all I know is bad, bad decisions.

“Gotta admit, it’s fucking good,” Jolly said while he read the lyrics over my shoulder.

I bit my lip. “Yeah.”

Folio yawned loudly while stretching, exhausted body falling onto my bed. “Get ready boys because once we’re home, we won’t have a moment of peace. We’re writing a new record.”

NICK R.

You could cut the tension with a knife in this boarding gate right now.

The sun barely broke through the thick glass of the windows as Bad Omens and Hollow Souls sat on other ends of the gate, waiting for our flights to be called. With tired but intent eyes, I watched Noah as he kept his eyes cast down to his hands, fingers intertwining with each other as he picked away the black nail polish. It was as though it was his subconscious way of chipping pieces of Y/N away, the way he washed his hands in the restroom earlier, scrubbing her off him.

His nails were surely, going to bleed if he kept picking at them, I wanted to intervene, say stop that. I needed him to process his feelings. I so badly wanted to scream in this airport, wake the fuck up, to them both. But I kept my reservations.

And just like him, Y/N looked rough. It was clear neither of them, or well any of us got any sleep last night.

Where the fuck did they go so wrong together?

Noah had been a fan of hers ever since that night on my pull-out couch but the first time they met each other almost 2 months ago, their eyes were bright with a vibrant gaze. Almost like searchlights attempting to find something. The lights found it, but they were almost too intense, almost like bystanders. Through all the confusion, I knew deep within me it wouldn’t be long until the searchlights were searching again, just a matter of when.

Us?

We weren’t allowed to see what was being found. We should have looked away, and avoided the crash. But to see them now, those same eyes swollen, discolored and raw red, the blood vessels wanting to leave their faces made it harder to look away.

Noah ran a hand through his hair, now out of the braids and cascading around his shoulder, and let his eyes graze over towards Y/N, who was resting her head against Chase's shoulder. It was brief, the look of agony in them, but he looked away before she could catch him.

The airline called out for Vegas first; Chase and Y/N’s flight. Then our flight back home to LA was called out seconds later.

Those two sets of eyes, continue to gaze and plead and beg until their shoulders are tapped, Jolly to Noah and Chase to Y/N. As he stood, Noah adjusted the bag on his shoulder and waved his fingers in a peace sign toward the three members of Hollow Souls. This wasn’t how we wanted our new friendships and tour to end.

He wants to be in her life. He still does, otherwise, he wouldn’t have done that. I thought to myself as I noticed Y/N gave her one peace sign to all of us.

She’s sorry, she wants him in her life and regrets it.

I could fucking see it. This was going to be a long ride with these two.

As we all stood with our carry-on bags, ready to walk towards our gate, I gave Chase a knowing nod who immediately pulled out his phone, avoiding the eyes of Y/N, to send me a message.

I’ll tell you everything

Noah slept the entire flight, not speaking a word or even opening his eyes. Now, as we pulled up to the house he said with Jolly, Orie, Michael, and Jesse, Noah still had yet to say one word. Folio offered to stay with but we knew he had someone to meet back home in Virginia so we told him we had it from here.

“You sure?” Folio asked before we boarded the plane.

I nodded. “Yeah, go back to Virgina. Tell her we said hey.”

I, on the other hand, was a different story.

“I’m not going home right now,” I told Noah as I set my bags down in their living room. They had little extra space, but I didn’t care. I’d sleep on the couch as long as I was near my brother. “I won’t leave you in this state, Noah.”

“Nick, I’m a grown man. I’ll be alright,” he sighed while popping open the bottle of aspirin, and swallowing two pills dry.

For the hangover.

“I know you are,” I nodded. “Just let me be there for you, okay?”

NOAH

If it wasn’t terrible enough that not only did my fucking love life shut down, but the world had to as well?

Two months. It’s been almost two months since the tour ended and this pandemic took over the world, forcing us to stay stuck inside. While the rest of the guys went stir-crazy after the first few weeks, I spent the solace writing, drinking, and trying to forget about her.

The latter lasted only a few minutes once we returned home; her scent being stained into my skin, her touch engraved deep into my bones it made it hard to get out of bed. I see her in all my mirrors. Her reflection was haunting me relentlessly like a ghost.

Hennessy and Jack have become my friends in the last few weeks at home. I knew the guys were worried; I didn’t need them to worry. I was fine.

Y/N and I are friends.

Right, then how come you haven’t texted her in weeks?

Because she’s been busy with the move, I retorted back to my own thoughts.

Malcolm texted our Hollow Omens group chat to let us know that Y/N was settling in nicely in their new apartment in Los Angeles. We can come by anytime for a housewarming party but immediately I ignored that. Wouldn’t it be fucking awkward?

Trey wasn’t home when she and Chase showed up to pack her things so they could leave without incident.

Even with her cat Salem.

Chase sent a few pictures of the cat in the group chat, long black fur lying on his chest. I never responded, simply liking the messages before setting my phone on silent the rest of the night. I noticed that Y/N rarely ever responded in the chat as well, only when Chase or Malcolm would ask her something but she would only reply with emojis or a short ‘ok.’

The pandemic was only getting started and I could feel the suffocation kick in. I felt alone; utterly alone. I put all my heart into this one woman, a woman I yearned for, for a long time.

The loud ringing of the doorbell pulled me from my melancholy thoughts and I sighed, almost forgetting I ordered food an hour ago. I was in such a trance I hadn’t realized the noise of the loud bell eased me out of my rocking back and forth on the couch.

I didn’t even notice I did that.

I took a massive swig of my jack and clenched my teeth as it burned all the way down my throat, heart racing a mile a minute.

Calm down, calm down.

Time slowed, or passed by in a blaze? I wasn’t sure the longer I sat in the somewhat dark living room, open but untouched food container on the table in front of me as the chicken scratch of my handwriting teased back at me.

Why’s this always gotta happen to me? I should have known. I never fail to never learn from mistakes, still throwing stones. Blood signed, we made it a pact. Yours dried out; you took it back.

The alcohol was like battery acid as I took another large swing of Jack but it wasn’t kicking in strong enough. I kept swinging until the burn covered up my pain.

Harper’s soft whines from her perch next to me on the couch pulled at my heartstrings so knowing Orie wasn’t here, I fed her a few pieces of my cold dinner.

The front door opened, voices carrying from the entryway into the living room and my heart hammered with the panic of them seeing me like this. I hid the bottle under the pillow and tossed the small bag into the garbage from my food.

“Shit, Noah. Why are you sitting in the dark?” Jolly asked while turning on the lamp next to the sofa I was sitting on.

“Hi,” My voice was soft because now with the bright lights, the room was spinning.

“You working on another song?” He eyed the bottle that stuck out from behind the pillow, irritation in his eyes.

They matched my own.

I chewed roughly on my bottom lip. “Yes, man, what do you think?”

“Don’t be hostile, go eat and let me look over it,” Jolly motioned to my food while he reached for the pad of paper.

“You can’t just tell me what to do,” I snapped while reaching for it before he could.

“Noah, you gotta eat so you don’t get hungover. Let me look at the song,” he took the pad of paper and walked over to the other side of the room. Once he fell into the chair in the corner of the room, Jolly nodded up at me. “Fucking eat, Noah”

I sighed and grabbed my food to chew slowly, “Okay Dad”

Jesse stalked into the living room a few moments later while stuffing his phone into his pocket. “Nick said there might be news of the ban lifting completely by the end of the month. Which means we can get a change of scenery. Might be good for us.”

Holy Hades, this is one of those times I wished I lived alone.

Shortly after getting back home, the pandemic started and Nick ended up getting stuck with us in LA. He didn’t mind, more time for us to hang and chill, but now that procedures were lifting slowly at a time, he took the first opportunity to fly back to Virginia to get things settled there.

“Hey,” Jesse sat on the arm of Jolly’s chair. “Is this another song?”

Even though my head was throbbing with the ongoing hangover, I leaned back into the couch while nodding and Harper now rested her whole body in my lap. “It’s the third one.”

“Oh? Nice! Let me see” He began flipping through the pages.

Normally, I’d jump and take the book from his hands, but right now this room was in spirals. I was sick to my knees. All I wanted to do was call her, and have her tell me it’ll be fine. But I wasn’t ready to talk to her yet, and she wasn’t ready to talk to me either.

Clearly.

Malcolm texted me the other day, outside of the Hollow Omens group chat to tell me that Y/N wasn’t doing okay and she missed me. She wanted to talk to me and wanted us over one night when the bans were lifted. But if that was the truth, then how come the last text I had on my phone from her was right before she came to my hotel room that night?

Her unholy skin tasted like the forbidden fruit, all the morals we held that night gone. No gods, no religion. Just our bad decisions. Memories of the way she looked while on top of me burned into my brain and I couldn’t forget the way she felt coming undone.

It paralyzed me so much so that I left Malcolm on read for two days.

Thanks man, glad it worked out. Be in touch.

Snapping out of my drunken thoughts, I noticed Jesse was still reading the pages, not giving a damn I’m leaving my heart out on the table in front of him, bleeding all over while he was reading it.

“Bad Decisions. Nice,” Jesse nodded before flipping back to the new song I was working on. “Nowhere to go? Angsty. I like it.”

I shrugged and stopped mid-chew. “Yeah, I know. It’s what I do, Jesse.”

Arrogant? No, it was smart; I had to channel this shit somewhere. I knew this, no matter what, I’ll always write a fucking song. I wanted to panic, and I did, but the liquor was doing its job.

Jolly went to grab the guitar while Jesse moved to the couch, Harper now lying in his lap.

Traitor.

As I reached for the bottle of Jack this time, Jolly hastily ripped it from my hands and to exhausted to fight, I let him.

“No. Let’s add a chorus to Nowhere To Go, yeah?”

“Sure, yeah, I got something in mind.” I took the notebook back to jot some more words down.

After a few moments, I read the entire thing a few times, making sure it was perfect before I gave it to him.

“Start with this?” He asked.

I nodded then soon, my thoughts became words into the air.

“Hear me out, I’m sorry, but I’m a little less than sold. I’ve been around, heard all the stories you said you never told. You’re used to speaking in tongues to feel like you’re in control. Now you’ve got nowhere to run, now you’ve got nowhere to go. Tell me what’s mine and tell me what’s yours. Why I never got a say, never got a choice? Tell me what’s mine and tell me what’s yours. Why I never got a say, never got a choice?”

“Fuck, that sounds amazing, Noah. Let’s finish this.” Jolly mused,

That night, we finished Bad Decisions and Nowhere to Go.

Folio

Noah began smoking weed again, on top of all the alcohol he’d been consuming the last few weeks, he was on a downward spiral. It was only in small doses but that’s how the drinking started; he took up this faux savior persona.

“I can save myself,” he’d say after one of us would bring up how worried we were about him.

It was a load of shit. Any of us could tell you that.

This was the first time I’d seen him since the tour ended, all those months ago, but time away did nothing to help his mental state. Noah was breaking, piece by piece, and now that the ban lifted, we could visit again. Hence Nick and I were hanging out in their living room, a soft beat of music playing on the speakers.

Noah came bounding down the stairs, smelling of whiskey and weed, eyes glassy, rosy, and filled with rage. His hands were full of ink as he’d been writing nonstop, with everlasting consistency.

As he cascaded, his stomps were harsh, and if he realized it, Noah didn’t give a shit. When he reached into the kitchen and slammed the cupboard door wide open, he grabbed a bag of pita chips with tight force, breaking a few chips no doubt.

“Why are these almost gone? I just fucking bought them?” He snapped with a smart-ass attitude.

All of us eyed each other wearily, unsure how or even if we should respond but it was Orie who muttered under his breath. “We had some with the hummus we bought earlier. Chill the fuck out, Noah. It’s not that deep.”

Noah tossed the bag onto the counter. “It is that deep when it's something of mine. Fucking ass if you want it. Why is it so hard for people to communicate?”

Michael, who usually was the quiet, almost forgotten one, finally snapped. “We’re being patient with you. But we’re not your fucking punching bag.”

Jolly’s head snapped over to Michael from his spot on the floor in front of the couch with wide eyes full of heat, I was sure vanilla ice cream would melt. Jolly was the one who let all of us know to take it easy on Noah; it was a hard time in his life, and the last thing he needed was one of us fighting with him.

Noah hadn’t spoken to Y/N in weeks and we could physically see the imaginary soul ties that bound them together withering away, even though they were within miles of each other now that she lived here. Miles apart but still couldn’t gain the fucking courage to grow up and speak to each other.

Michael sighed his apology while running a hand over his face. “We’re here for you, man. We’re being patient. But you can’t keep going on like this.”

“You’re drowning right now and the painful to watch, you haven’t been this bad in years. Let us help you,” Nick spoke with a shaky breath.

Out of all of us, it hurt him the most to see Noah like this because he’d seen it before; only this time it was worse.

“You can’t help me, nothing to help me with. I’m fine,” Noah shrugged before reaching for another beer.

“You’re in denial and it’s ridiculous,” I said, tired of seeing and hearing the same bullshit. “Noah, I think you should see someone.”

“A shrink? Seriously?” He snorted.

“I think it can help you, besides the way music does,” I offered.

“I don’t need you to help me, I just want the racing to stop. The racing in my mind going miles a minute,” He slammed a finger to the side of his head repeatedly. “We have so much shit to do, and I can’t see anything but what happened right now. It’s a fuckin loop in my brain. Everything just keeps glitching.”

Noah then paced the length of the kitchen, red sweater pulled tightly against his chest and hood over his eyes.

“I’m- I’m sorry man, I’m sorry I just- fuck” he spat, a tear fell out of his eye but was quick to wipe it away.

Vulnerability be damned

“We’re your friends, we love you. We were stuck in this fucking house together for months. We can’t go anywhere and you don’t want us to worry? Well, too fucking bad because we do,” Orie explained with a tense-looking Harper in his lap.

She didn’t like the sudden noise but didn’t want to leave her dad.

Noah’s glossy eyes took in all our faces one by one, lingering a few seconds longer than the last.

“I just need time, I don’t know how to handle this, it’s- it’s weird for me. I’m uncomfortable. I don’t think I’ve fallen this hard, this fast,” he admitted while swallowing the lump in his throat.

That much was true. He’s had exes, one-night stands; hell, he’s been in love before- but I’ve never seen it develop this way. We’ve never seen him fall from such a high altitude this quickly. His guards are usually pointed like sharp knives, but it was so easy for him to dull them down for her.

I only hoped Y/N knew that. This was a big deal. I watched my friend crumble and crack like glass.

Time would only tell when they would repair the damage done here. I only hoped it would soon because we hated to see him bruise so easily. He’s right on the edge I fear, one more thing, one more thing and he’ll fall completely into a darkness we wouldn’t be able to pull him from.

“All I do is drink to numb the pain because all the good days we had together got taken away when my head turned on. I keep asking myself ‘why am I not good enough for her?’ How the fuck can I be good enough for her when I don’t even know what good enough is?”

None of us had an answer for him; the only one that did, he was purposely ignoring.

With a lone tear falling from his eyes, Noah wiped it away with the back of his hand, sniffles echoing in the kitchen.

“It’s so hard to watch myself win when a loser's all I've been.”

NOAH

I lay in my bed, neon glows emanating from behind my bed soaking the walls, as I stared up at the ceiling. My mind was racing so face in pace with my heart and I tried so hard to just breathe; fucking breathe to ease it. This pain was like a burning coal I was walking but within a second, all the pain was gone. I couldn’t take it anymore, the drinking, smoking, and not eating affected my health. I was skin on bones at this point.

Keaton's voice rang in my ears. “You’re a shell, Noah. Holding in these shattered nerves. A skeleton that's lost its skin and desperately wants back in.”

Tattooed hands covered my face as I blew a shaky breath into them.

“I need a sign from you, man. Give me something to know I haven’t messed it up yet,” I cried.

A second later, my phone buzzed from the spot on my bed, and through cloudy tears, I sucked in a breath when I saw Chase’s name appear with a new text.

Chase: Hey man, I haven’t heard from you the last few days, I wanted to check in with you. I know this may seem out of nowhere, but we’re worried about you and just hope you’re doing alright.

I stared up at the ceiling again, my heart relaxing its frenzied beat for a moment. “Thank you.”

Hey, all good. Sorry for the late reply. Appreciate it, doing just fine.

Chase: that’s great, but I’ve been hearing other things, so I don’t buy that. Look, again, this isn’t my place but I know Y/N hurt you that night. I can’t sit here and apologize on her behalf, but, I can at least tell you this: she isn’t doing well either; and as someone with two fucking eyes; I can see how much you mean to each other. Some birdies have been telling me you’re drinking yourself into a coma and acting a fool. I apologize for the harshness, but let me ask you this, do you think Y/N wants another Trey? You’re fucking better than that, aren’t you? Do you want to end up as another deadbeat musician with nothing to show for it but a bottle? No, I don’t know you that well but I can see you’re not that guy.

Do yourself a favor and do fucking better. Because she deserves better and so do you. So y’all can sort this soap opera shit out. Talk to you soon, I fucking hope. ✌️

With my phone clattering to the floor, the message left on read, I continued to lie in my bed; the pillow suffocating my mouth and nose.

“I’m not Trey. I’m fucking better than him,” I sat up quickly in bed, my hangover still raging inside my head.

Music is all I have, it’s all lived for-that was until I met her.

With the small get-together happening downstairs still, I ran to the bathroom across the hall to throw up any contents of lingering alcohol and pita chips. I washed my face and brushed my hair out, for the first time in weeks looking somewhat presentable.

“Get it together, you fucking dick.” I pointed a firm finger at my reflection in the mirror, thankful I didn’t see the ghost of Y/N staring back at me. “Do it for the band, do it for your music. Do it for her.”

To some, my shaky words might not have a strong belief but they did to me. It left me with the belief that miracles, no matter how inexplicable or unbelievable, are real and can occur without regard to the natural order of things. Keaton’s sign proved that.

“Just come back to me,” I whispered with trembling lips.

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

DANCING IN THE DARK!

the kinds of gestures that leave you on your knees (prompt list)

gender neutral reader

content warning(s): slightly suggestive content

ISAGI YOICHI!

heavy breathing after a kiss!

Isagi’s normally so, so caring and kind. Truly the spitting image of a dreamboy, it’s undeniable that his love for you runs deeper than anything else in his life (second only to his love for soccer). But even then, there are moments when his love becomes greedy, as if there’s something darker lurking underneath the surface of his bubbly but introverted facade. It’s in these snapshots, where he’s pressing his lips against yours hungrily, hands pawing at your waist and hips, practically panting into your mouth. He swallows thickly, and his blue eyes flash with need. He wants you all to himself. He wants to taste you, burn the tingling sensation dancing on his lips into your heart, take every little bit you’re willing to give him until it feels like every part of his brain has been stuffed with you. Isagi doesn’t like letting this animalistic side of him get the better of him, but he can only deny the hungry desire inside of him for so long… 

“Fuck… Oh, god,” Isagi breathes into your mouth. He tastes sweet, like tangerines and honey, yet the way he has you clamped down onto his lap, big hands wandering all over your hips, is everything but sweet. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, and his eyes devour the sight of you with your clothes slightly disheveled and tangled in his arms. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I could say that to you,” you laugh, weaving your fingers through his short hair. “What’s gotten into you? Normally you get all shy when you want kisses.”

“I-I don’t know…,” he chokes out. And he’s pouncing on you again—pressing his lips against yours, sucking on your bottom lip and practically shoving his tongue down your throat. The usual tentativeness to his kisses is gone, replaced with something carnal and possessive. His breathing is heavy in your ears, and he digs his fingers into your soft flesh. You can feel him grabbing at you through your clothes, acting like you’re going to disappear into thin air if he lets go.

He barely pulls himself off of you. He’s still a hair’s breadth away, and the air around the two of you is thick and hot. Crackling with a kind of unprecedented tension, Isagi gasps against your body. 

“God, I can’t get enough of you…,” he shakily chuckles. “This is all your fault. Take responsibility for me.”

ITOSHI RIN!

pulling them by their belt to kiss them!

Rin isn’t someone who’s super expressive with his love. His actions speak louder than his words: very “show, don’t tell”-esque. You have no doubts that he loves you more than anybody else in the world, but sometimes you know that you have to be the one to make the first move in order to egg him into showing you some sweetness. Whether it’s sneaking a kiss first thing in the morning or leaning against his shoulder when you sit next to him, it’s these small things that tip him into something grander. Small kisses turn into one right after another, hours passing by while the two of you disappear into your own world. Still, in his eyes, there’s something so irresistible about the way you yank him closer to you. You have him wrapped around your little finger, and you have no qualms about using that fact to its full potential. All Rin asks is that you be fully prepared for anything that happens next. You’re the one who initiated, after all.

“Why are you standing so far away?” You whine, sidling up to your boyfriend. Rin glances up from his phone, completely oblivious to you bouncing all around him. He grunts out something that you can’t quite make out, and you still huff out your cheeks dramatically to make sure that your frosty partner got the point.

“Jeez, it’s almost like you don’t want to be seen with me or anything,” you playfully scold him, wiggling your finger and everything. Rin rolls his eyes and sighs, his lower lashes fluttering as he blinks exasperatedly at you.

“What do you want me to do then? Fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness?” He mutters. You pretend to think. In all honesty, you wouldn’t be too opposed to such a thing, but you’re not sure the mental image of your usually stoic Rin groveling at your feet is something you need to see come to reality just yet.

“Nah. How about… something like this?” You reach forward, and hooking your fingers around his belt loops, you gently tug him towards you. Rin blinks in surprise, but he lets himself stumble forward towards you, his hips colliding into yours. You grin up at him, and you let him go to grab at his face, pulling him down for a quick smooch.

Rin presses his lips into a thin line when you pull away, and the light shade of pink dusting his cheeks is confirmation that your plan was a success. “You’re… so lame.”

You motion for him to lean down again, wanting another kiss. “Sure. If that’ll make you feel better, Rinnie.”

ITOSHI SAE!

losing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye!

Sae’s pride comes before anything else in his life. His bark is just as nasty as his bite, and while he cares for you deeply in his own special way, it’s clear that the reins of your relationship are in his hands. He wants you to find your own pride in knowing that you’re someone that’s special to him, yet he isn’t afraid to throw his weight around you. There’s nothing he loves more than getting you all flustered, relishing the way you can barely look at him in the eyes and acting all nonchalant as if he isn’t the one instigating all this trouble. He likes knowing that he can have that kind of effect on you, and he’ll slowly up his antics one by one just so he can watch you lose all semblance of control around it. If you confront him about it, he’ll deny it to the moon and back, but everyone knows how much he enjoys cementing his place in your heart over and over again. You should consider yourself lucky to have someone like him trying so hard for you.

Sae pauses mid-sentence, poking his eyes up from the game he was explaining to you as part of his prep for his upcoming matches. Your own eyes are half-glazed over, no doubt from doing your best to keep up with his analyses and soccer lingo despite only knowing a handful of things. It wasn’t like you were completely clueless about soccer, but most of the things you did know, you had picked up just by being close to him.

“Are you even listening?” He asks. You bob your head slightly, trying your best to indicate your interest despite your clear confusion. Sae finds it cute that you do your best to support him despite floundering around like a newborn dear. “I don’t know… You look pretty lost.”

“I’m paying attention, I promise!” You pipe up, shaking your head as if to clear your thoughts. “I mean… I can’t understand everything, but I think I kinda get it. It makes sense when you explain it. I don’t really know what I’m looking at when it’s just the game though…”

The redhead clicks his tongue as if in warning. You snap back to life, only to see him lean over to where you’re sitting next to him. Your heart threatens to stop when one of his toned hands grabs at your face. He firmly grips your chin, tilting your gaze up so that you can’t escape that pointed gaze of his. His teal eyes are enrapturing, like a hawk honing in on its next target, and you feel your voice die out in the back of your throat.

“That’s unacceptable,” he hums. You know he’s teasing you solely from his expression. The ghost of a smug smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he purrs at you less like he’s scolding you and more like he’s trying to elicit a reaction from you.

Flustered, you squeal out, “I-I can do better!” 

“Can you?” He repeats, clicking his tongue once more. “Show me then. Don’t disappoint me, love.”

HIORI YO!

their mouth at your ear, whispering!

Hiori likes to take things one step at a time. Relationships are a two-way road, and he likes seeing your bond with him progress with him in an equal manner. This translates to taking things slow, learning things about one another with time, and making sure everything the two of you do comes from a place of communication and respect. But even Hiori has his moments where he wants things to heat up between the two of you. He wants to see the way your eyes widen at the sight of him, your body craving his touches and his voice, drinking up the way everything about you simply meshes so deliciously well with him. It’s such a thrill to him, and it’s something he’s never felt before. He’s hooked, wanting to discover all these new feelings with you and unlocking parts of himself that he’s never known before. The rush is indescribable, and he finds himself chasing after it time and time again.

“Hiori…,” you whisper. He feels heavy on top of you, but you don’t mind. There’s something so awfully intimate about being chest-to-chest with him, limbs all tangled up, and hearts starting to beat in sync together. “Kiss me again. Please, kiss me again, Hiori.”

Hiori complies, and without another word, his mouth is on yours. His kisses are curious, soft, the warmth of his lips quickly spreading out onto your own. His face is flushed, and you can feel your pulse pounding in between your ears. He’s always had this kind of unfair effect on you, always pushing you to the brink of your own limits, but this is the first time either of you have ever really acted so impulsively on these instincts.

When he manages to yank himself away from you, Hiori rests his head next to yours. You can feel his breath fan out against your neck and the shell of your ears, and when he gasps out, the shivers that run down your spine feel nothing short of electric. 

“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he laughs weakly. His voice is hushed, but you can still make out the dark undertones his words hold. He sounds like he’s holding himself back, the tone of his voice strained like he’s afraid of hurting you. Yet you can tell how badly he wants you, his grip on you so tight that it feels like he’s trying to imprint how you feel in his hands down to base instinct. “You make me act so strangely.”

“You do the same to me.” You wrap an arm around his chest. “Don’t hold yourself back. I want you, Hiori.”

OLIVER AIKU!

holding on by a thread before just losing control!

The last descriptors anyone would use for Aiku would be someone who can control themselves and someone who thinks before they act. Yet, despite knowing how terrible he can be, Aiku finds a way to make himself absolutely irresistible. He’s always egging you on to take these risks, to discover the worst versions of yourself that you didn’t know existed. And had you been any more clear-minded you would hate yourself, but at the same time, being with Aiku is so fun and exhilarating. It’s freeing, living the way he does, with a hedonistic thirst for life, and you understand why Aiku acts the way he does. Now that you’ve had a taste of that life, there’s no turning back, and Aiku’s more than welcome to help you let loose. There’s no need to hold onto control when he’s around; all he wants is for you to quit thinking and to let your heart and body take the reins. You don’t need to hold anything back when Aiku’s in the equation. 

“Are you sure about this….?” You ask, looking up at him with wide eyes. Aiku’s chest is broad and wide, and his shirt is slightly unbuttoned from a long night of dancing and flirting. You don’t know why he was so insistent on being with you though, turning down his usual posse of pretty girls and focused more on spending the night with you.

And you? God, you could barely keep your own paws off of him. He looked downright majestic. Stands of his hair are splayed against his forehead, slick with sweat. His chains hang from his exposed chest, and he tugs your hips against his in a silent answer.

“What are you so scared of?” He asks back in response. His odd-colored eyes gleam devilishly, and you hate the way your heart squeezes with need. You want him, and you want him now. He knows this, and his lax, playboy attitude is only making your desire worse.

His hand travels from your hips, and he traces the curves of your body. His fingers trickle up to your waist, curving against the shape of your chest and neck, and he cups your face with his big hands as he pulls you close to his face. His lips are right there, and all you need to do is tip yourself forward slightly to close the gap. 

“Don’t overthink it, angel.” His thumb traces over your bottom lip, pressing into your mouth seductively. “Don’t deny yourself what you want most.”

x

[l1tw1ck]

Bottom!FTM Alex x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

CW: Daddy Kink, Face Fucking, Rough Sex, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Choking, Dom/Sub, Dacryphilia, Orgasm Denial, Creampie

📝 W.C 1,103

You've been married to Alex for over a year, and everything's been great up until he started doing things that pissed you off.

He once bought dozens of eggs, even though you have your own chickens, and stuffed the fridge full of them. You had to give them out to the town while he cried about 'protein'.

Or the other time he left his workout equipment all over the house. Or when he dropped a dumbbell on the machine you were building, it was for the best, but it didn't stop you from getting mad.

You graciously let it go every time but the anger was building up. And you finally snapped when he started to flood the bathroom during his bath, the water started to slip through the door and ruin the new wood.

You open the door angrily, seeing Alex standing over the flooding tub half naked, only wearing panties and an undershirt.

You shut off the water and pick him up by his neck, slightly choking him. "You're getting on my last nerve."

Alex smirks.

"You did this all on purpose, didn't you?" You growl and drag him into the bedroom and drop him onto the bed. “Why?”

He shivers beneath you, biting his lip and looking at you with slight fear on his face. "I did.." He whispers. “I wanted you to be rough with me…”

“You want me to be rough, huh?” You pull your half hard cock out and pump it to full hardness, Alex watching intently. “Come here.”

Alex scrambles off the bed and kneels in front of you.

“Apologize.” You tease the tip of your cock on his cheek.

“I- I’m sorry, Daddy.” Alex tries to maintain eye contact.

You move your cock to his lips and he immediately opens them. “Your body should only be used to take my cock, not to annoy me.” You tug on his tank top, ripping it apart.

Alex moans, in complete agreement with you. You slide into his mouth and grip his hair, forcing yourself all the way down his throat before creating a rhythm. Tears sprout in Alex’s eyes as you ruthlessly fuck his face. He holds onto your legs tightly for balance, happily taking your cock despite the discomfort.

“See how well you're taking me? This is your only purpose.” You grin. You and Alex have already established that he's yours before anything else. Your husband, your slut, your cocksleeve. And he embraces those titles with a wide grin or a tear stained face.

He rolls his eyes back in pleasure, wanting so desperately to touch himself but knows he can't. He just kneels there and takes it like a good boy. It almost makes you want to go easier on him. Almost.

“I’m lucky I was out taking pictures,” You grin, shaking the small camera hanging on your neck. “Now I can immortalize this pretty little face. Stay still for me.” You move your hand away from his hair and onto the camera, snapping shots of his expression.

You don't take long, but for Alex it feels like he was cockwarming you forever.

“Are you hungry, sweetheart?” You ask. “You want Daddy to cum in your mouth?”

Alex moans, trying to nod.

“Work for it.”

Alex quickly gets to work, bobbing his head and deep throating you.

“Attaboy.” You groan. “Doin’ so well. ‘M already getting close.”

His cheeks flush red, batting his long, wet eyelashes as he continues sucking you off. Your words ring through his ears, the praise and your tone almost makes him come untouched.

You thrust into his mouth a few times before coming down his throat, Alex accepting it all eagerly.

You move him off you and point to the bed. “Head down, ass up.” You command. Alex scrambles onto the bed, doing exactly as you said.

You climb up behind him and pull his underwear down. “You’re drenched.” You prod your thumb against his hole. “So desperate…Such a stupid way to get what you want.” You spank him. He apologizes the best he can with his throat sore from having you fuck his mouth.

“Don't do it again, or you’ll be sleeping over at your grandparents for a few days.” You spank him again. He whines at the thought of being deprived of sex.

You spank him a few good times, until his ass is sore and any slight touch makes him squirm, before finally entering him. You don't grace him with any time to adjust, fucking into his tight warmth with hard, fast thrusts that knock the wind out of his lungs.

You wrap your hand in his hair, pulling him back to hear his moans. You snap your hips against his ass, creating obscene noises around the house. At least your bed doesn't creak anymore.

“Ah- Da- Daddy~!” He moans, drooling from how rough you're treating him. “Yes- yes-! Fee- feels so guh- good!”

You spank his sensitive ass cheek, his pussy squeezing your cock in return. He’s such a slut, you think to yourself.

“I’m yo- your who- whore, Daddy~! So clo- close~!” His eyes roll to the back of his skull, drool dribbling down his chin. You stop your movements completely, robbing him of his orgasm. “Nngh- no- Daddy? Please- please-” He starts to sob.

“Did you forget? This is a punishment.” You turn him onto his back. “You can come when I do.” You wrap your hands around his neck, giving you stability as you fuck your poor fucked out husband. You watch gleefully as tears fall down Alex’s cheeks, he's always prettiest when he's crying and taking your cock.

He manages to choke out a warning every time he feels close, earning him multiple praises and making it harder for him to not come.

“Good job, warning Daddy like a good boy.” You kiss his forehead.

Alex tells you to stop again, unable to handle your words. You pull out and jerk off over his stomach, one hand on his neck. He watches in anticipation for you to spurt over his torso and finally give him his own release, only to have that taken as you enter him again. Maybe you'll come inside instead, he giggles to himself.

You use your free hand to rub his clit, bringing him closer and closer. “Come for me, sweetheart.” You urge as your climax approaches.

Alex doesn't ask twice, legs shaking as he squirts on your cock. You fill him up soon after, warming his insides with your spend.

“That's the last time you’ll come tonight.” You promise, looking at him with an evil grin.

[jackassbrainrot]

head in the game [dico x gn!reader]

desc: you know that whole sucking someone's dick while they play video games? yeah that with dico

a/n: so very selfindulgent, like every fic I write that isn't a request (and sometimes even those are selfindulgent). I imagine this as more of a fwb situation than a relationship but you do you!

warnings: oral m!receiving, swearing, objectification (sorta?), calls reader a slut once, dico's just kind of mean in this one

word count: 564

You watch Dico sitting on the couch with a controller in his hands, eyes glued to the television screen. He's been in that same position for hours, not moving a muscle aside from the fingers mashing buttons in sequences that seemed random to everyone but him.

After hours of watching him play, your bored thought spiral into an idea you couldn't resist. You walk over to the couch, his gaze piercing through you as you obscure his vision for a moment before dropping to your knees in front of him. He looks down at you with a cocked eyebrow when your hands reach to unbuckle his belt, before turning his attention back to the game, a slight smile on his face.

Pulling his dick out of his pants, you spit in your hand before stroking it slowly, hearing his breath hitch. You continue your teasing, kissing the tip and licking the shaft with little kitten licks. His breathing gets deeper, trying to stay focused despite your touches.

Not satisfied with his reactions, you decide to take him into your mouth, sinking down until your nose was touching his pelvis. A low groan leaves his throat, eyes rolling back before looking back at the tv, not sparing you a glance. Two can play this game, you think to yourself. setting an unrelenting pace. You revel in the noises he's trying to hold back.

"If I lose this round because of you, you're fucking dead." He grits through his teeth, still not looking at you, and you smile as much as the cock in your mouth allows, keeping the same pace as before. His words only egg you on, your head bobbing up and down quickly, spit spilling from your stretched lips, making lewd wet noises. You feel his body tighten, and he cums in your mouth with a growl.

As you go to lift your head from his lap, you feel his hand keeping you in place. You make a confused noise, your mouth still full, making him smile cruelly down at you. "You didn't listen and now you're going to stay right where you are until I beat this shit." His words go straight to your crotch as you swallow around him. "And don't fucking move."

So you kneel there, keeping his dick warm in your mouth as he keeps playing. Your knees and jaw go sore but the stretch of your lips as he slowly hardens makes you whine with pleasure. He chuckles, thrusting into your mouth without warning, making you gag. You look up at him with wide eyes but his gaze is glued to the screen, acting like nothing has happened.

You don't even know how long you've been in that position before he puts the controller down, finally turning his attention to you. His hands grip the sides of your head, keeping you in place as he fucks your mouth without any care for your gagging or the spit and tears running down your face and neck. He pulls out of your mouth, one hand holding your head in place and the other jerking him off before white ropes fall onto your tear stained face.

"Think that's enough attention for you, slut?" He asks, putting his dick back into his pants and walking to the bathroom, leaving you desperate and horny on the floor, face dripping with cum and tears.

[indestructibleheart]

Hi, fam! Okay, so I'm going to be out at an appointment tomorrow morning, so I'm kicking this off a little bit early. It's technically Wednesday in several timezones and very nearly Wednesday in mine. I'm... also a bit eager to share this, ngl.

I know that I've shared a lot of angst lately, but I swear that's not all I'm doing. 😅 In fact, the actor/playwright AU decided to wallop me in the face out of nowhere after sitting in my WIP folder for months. I'm really excited about it, so I'm gonna share the first scene!

(Also, those of you who have been to New York with me will recognize my favorite brunch spot in this scene lmao.)

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You probably didn't even know I was in the room, but I noticed you straight away. You were talking with your friends, happy and animated and fully alive—a person living in dimensions I couldn’t access—and so beautiful. Your hair was longer then. You were the center of attention, but you weren’t afraid. You had a yellow ipê-amarelo in your pocket. I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen; I'd better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

INT. MOM'S KITCHEN & BAR - HELL'S KITCHEN - LATE MORNING

"I'm telling y'all," Alex is saying, punctuating with dangerously large bites of his pancake burrito. "The dude's a dick." 

It's been two hours since the nightmare audition, but Alex has been on this tirade since June and Nora first slid into the retro diner chairs across from him (at least forty-five minutes ago).

They're at Mom's: a restaurant-bar in midtown that can only be described as millennial nostalgia incarnate. The trio fell in love with it two years back—post-karaoke, stumbling in right before closing—when Alex saw God in their Fruity Pebble pancakes.  Since then, it's been his favorite place to eat his feelings.

Mom's is just really fucking comforting in general, honestly; whether it's the televisions cycling through episodes of 'Rugrats,' 'Dexter's Laboratory,' and 'Hey, Arnold!' or  the rainbow straws and Lisa-Frank-looking menus, Alex can't be sure. It doesn't hurt that they've made friends with several of the waitstaff, including an eccentric bartender, Pez, whose pink hair and painted nails fit right in with the decor. 

Today, it's the combination of breakfast sausage, bacon, eggs and cheese wrapped up in a syrup-soaked pancake that's really doing something for him. It could also be the margarita the size of his face, which Pez placed in front of him before making himself uncharacteristically scarce. But it's fine. He's probably just busy.

Alex won't admit it out loud, but what really helps is having June and Nora here to talk to… even though Nora is scrolling on her phone.

"I'm sorry," June says. She pokes an ice cube with her straw, and Alex watches as it bobs around her mimosa like a buoy. "That sounds like it sucked, but if he's really that rude… maybe you didn't want to work with him anyway."

Nora doesn't look up as she pops a home fry into her mouth. 

"Several sources say he's difficult to work with," she adds, evidently reading about Henry on the internet. "Though, in his defense, his dad did just die, like, three years ago… and there was that whole thing when he came out after. Remember?"

Alex does remember. Henry's grandmother, Mary Mountchristen, runs a pretty major company that used to own half the theatres on the West End. When Henry came out last year, she tried blacklisting his shows from her properties to punish him—which totally backfired when it got around. At least a dozen other queer writers and producers started talking about how they were also denied the space, and Mary was stoned on the streets of the theatre district. Like, metaphorically. 

Alex, Nora, and June had just moved to New York, but between June's position at Newsday and both Alex and Nora on the audition circuit, it was all anyone in their new circles could talk about. They were some of the first to know when the Mountchristens were bought out of their properties and Henry moved to the States.

This show is the first of Henry's being produced here—and it's autobiographical, which Alex has to admit is pretty fucking baller. So, yeah, Nora's not wrong. He has reason to be standoffish. Still, it doesn't explain why Alex was only halfway through his audition monologue when Henry abruptly stood up and exited stage left as if pursued by a bear.

He shoves another forkful into his mouth. "It's just, like, they're the only people who let me into the room," he says, barely finishing chewing. "Nobody wants to take me seriously, and I really thought this was my shot, you know?"

June and Nora both know Alex is having a hard time landing serious roles after growing up on a sitcom—Nora more than most, as his former co-star. What they don't know is that losing this role, specifically, feels like a kick to the stomach. From the moment Alex saw the script, he wanted to be a part of it. He can't even explain why, and now he'll never figure it out. Henry wouldn't give him a chance.

"It wasn't your only shot, and you know it." Nora fixes him with a look. "Seriously, I get it—I do—but it's just one play, buddy."

June nods. "Something will happen for you, baby brother."

At that, Alex finally groans. "Okay, calling me baby brother doesn't help me feel better about the entertainment industry infantili—"

"—itty bitty, teeny weeny—"

Alex throws a home fry at her face. 

It bounces off her forehead and into the giant gauntlet holding her mimosa with a very unappetizing splash. Just as Alex throws his hands into the air with a victorious whoop, his phone buzzes on the table. 

A glance is all it takes for him to see that it's his agent, Zahra.

"Damn," he says, deflating. There goes that upswing. "You answer it."

June balks. "Me?"

"I don't need to hear how fucking badly it went. Trust me, I got the message." Alex blinks innocently, like he's six years old again, asking her to lie to their mom about that broken vase. "Please, Bug? Besides, Zahra actually likes you."

"Everyone likes me." June rolls her eyes, but she caves—answering the phone with a haughty, "Alex Claremont-Diaz's office," before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, Z. It's me… No, Alex is feeling a little sensitive today."

(He throws another home fry at her. This one misses.)

To her credit, June's face remains totally blank as Zahra no doubt tells her how Alex insulted Henry Fox's name and all of his inbred ancestors just by showing up, or whatever—which is extremely annoying and unhelpful—but, once she says goodbye and sets the phone back down on the table, her face breaks out into a grin.

"Guess you didn't suck too bad," she says. "They want you for the part."

He doesn't know if it's Nora throwing herself at him or the shock that knocks him onto the floor.

Tagging some lovelies. If you haven't been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@anchoredarchangel, @barbiediaz, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @guillermosfamiliar, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @hippolotamus, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @junebugclaremontdiaz, @kiwiana-writes, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @mulderscully, @myheartalivewrites, @ninzied, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

[crazyk-imagine]

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“Why’d we decide to do Christmas together again?” Javy asks.

Natasha raises a brow. “Why?”

“He hasn’t found a gift for our secret Santa,” Mickey chimes in.

“He kept saying he was busy every time we asked and now, he’s struggling,” Bob adds.

She nods, now understanding his problems.

“Finally, I beat you at something.”

“Does that really sound like a brag worthy thing?” She asks Jake.

“He’s always going on about how he's always got a plan and now he doesn’t while me, the amazing guy that I am does, yeah I’m gonna brag.” He smacks Javy’s shoulder. “How’s it feel?”

“Like a sin.”

“Here’s a Bible,” Bradley says, lifting one up for his friend.

“Where’d that come from?” Bob asks.

The mustached man shrugs, “I found it in the drawer.” He points to the night stand behind him.

Callie nods. “Right.”

“What? Did you guys think I just walked around with a Bible on me at all times? How dirty do you think I am?”

“We didn’t want to assume,” Mickey adds.

“Yeah, you know, we don’t judge,” Neal chimes in, closing the door behind him as he sets the food down on the nearest table.

“So, you guys think I’m a slut?”

“We prefer to use the term manwhore,” Jake tells him, snacking on a French fry.

“Of course, you would. You’re on the cover of them.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t hate if I have game and you don’t.”

“So, did everyone get a chance to figure out what they needed to get for their secret Santa?” Reuben asks, staring as the host of the Christmas party.

“I think everyone smart enough to walk in with something instead of coming in empty handed did,” Bob says.

“You never know.”

The bespectacled man shrugs, knowing he’s right.

“Who’s going first?”

No one raises their hand and the person beside him all nudge their seating partner.

“Okay, I’m pulling names out of a hat if we’re going that route.” Neal went first and he had-

“A mustache comb?” Bradley reads out loud, checking out the box.

“Yep.”

“I don’t hate it.”

“Everyone knew you’d love it,” Natasha tells him.

Next up was Callie and she had-

“A cocktail book.” Natasha opens the book and shakes her head. “And all the sugary “girly” drinks are bookmarked. Great, thanks, Cal.”

Mickey had Bob. “This is just for the nerds, but I found Star Trek uno and I know you don’t have a phaser, so I figured why not kill two birds with one stone and get you both.”

Bob’s eyes lit up when he opened the box and he actually saw the aforementioned items. “After this were playing uno and whoever doesn’t have Spock near the end of the round has to take a shot.”

“Damn, who knew Baby on Board could get intense,” Jake says, smiling as he pats the man’s arm.

“Shut up,” Mickey tells him.

Javy was next and he chose- “Logan, my man.”

The mentioned man raises his brows.

“Too much?”

The squad nods in unison.

“Alright, fine. Anyway, my gift for you and everyone here is me. Yeah,” he opens the envelope in his hands. “That’s it, yep.” He sucks in air through his teeth. “It’s another year of friendship, you, Logan, are the first to get your friendship membership has been renewed. Congratulations.”

Mickey raises his hand. “How do you cancel that transaction? I’m not feeling it this year.”

“Hey!” Jake stands up, holding his spiked egg nog (an old family recipe). “Seriously how do you do that? I don’t know if I want this to continue.”

Javy scoffs and shoves the man, who then trips over his own feet and manages to catch himself before he can fall on his face.

Natasha, Bob, Reuben, and Logan laugh until their stomachs hurt, and they can barely breath.

Bradley and Callie reach over to help the man regain his balance and make sure he sits down before he falls and potentially injures himself.

“Maybe we should just watch a movie or something,” Bob says.

“What are we watching?”

“Christmas!” The man in Christmas glasses (Jake) giggles in Callie's ear.

“Yeah. I know but if we could without the screaming and find a movie, lets.”

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Taglist:

@blueoorchid @kmc1989

[mooshkat]

kinktober day 9: glory hole

this one is specially dedicated to @thebumblecee for her birthday!! ♡♡ love you very much cee baby, i hope you like it 😉

Mateo can't stop squirming as he sits on his knees, nerves making butterflies flutter in his stomach. His cock stirs in his pants as he wiggles around and he has to bite his lip to stifle the moans threatening to break free. The plug in his ass that TK had put in before they left (being so, so mean and teasing as he did it) buzzes on low, keeping the arousal in his body simmering.

The door to the club bathroom opens and footsteps walk in, closely followed by a second pair. Mateo tenses, his heart racing as he wonders who it is.

There's three quick knocks against the wall of the stall before he sees a pair of pants step in front of the glory hole cut into it. The zipper is pulled down and a pale hand pulls out their cock, feeding it through the hole.

Mateo leans forward and eagerly takes it into his mouth. The weight is familiar on his tongue and he sucks on the head as he pulls off, teasing the underside of it with his tongue.

He gets lost in it, head going fuzzy on the edges as he focuses only on trying to get the man off with all the tricks he knows how. He traces the veins with the tip of his tongue, swallows it down as far as the wall will let him, and sits there as he breathes in the heavy scent of musk and sweat and one of his favorite colognes.

A pleased sigh escapes them and he almost smiles around the dick in his mouth, feeling smug at pulling noises from him so quickly. He bobs his head, getting so into it and eager that he moves too quickly and bumps his nose against the stall. 

Mateo whines from the pain, but the vibrations only egg the man on and he thrusts his hips, forcing his cock down Mateo's throat and making him choke.

He pulls away and coughs, and a thin line of drool keeps his lips connected to the wet cock he's achingly familiar with almost like a kiss. 

Pearly precome leaks from the tip and he licks it up before it can spill onto the floor and be wasted. When they started this, he had no idea how addicted he'd get to the taste of them.

"Come on, don't be greedy," a stern, dominating voice quietly mumbles and pulls the cock in Mateo's mouth away. He whines and tries to chase it, and gets a mocking, teasing laugh for his troubles. 

It makes a blush burn hot on his cheeks and he squirms again in embarrassment. It pushes the plug in deeper and he gasps, torn between rocking his hips up to get away from the feeling, or rocking back down to get more.

As if on cue, the vibrations turn up in intensity and Mateo nearly screams. He slaps his hand against the stall and groans, resting his forehead on the stall, too caught up in the feelings to worry about how nasty it is.

Two slow knocks on the stall and he sucks in a deep breath, sitting up with difficulty. He knocks back, three quick taps, and there's a moment of hesitation before another hard, thick cock is pushed through the hole.

That cock has fucked him stupid more times than he can count, chasing away all the thoughts in his head no matter if it's using his mouth or his ass. 

Now is no different as he takes it into his mouth, filling his head with one thing and one thing only.

CarlosCarlosCarlosCarlosSirCarlos.

With TK, he hadn't gotten to make him come before he was pulled away, but he knows he won't be able to leave the bathroom until Carlos does or one of them uses their word.

Mateo rocks up and away from the intensity of the plug and it forces Carlos' cock deeper down his throat. He sits back down and pulls off of it. An endless cycle of too much and not enough.

He could come like this, he thinks, untouched and only his Dom's cock in his throat and a vibrator in his ass. It's building higher and higher and he chases the feeling, but he wants Carlos to come first, he wants his spend down his throat as he finds his own release.

"Fuck, that's it, sweetheart," Carlos praises him with a deep sigh and Mateo's resolve threatens to crumble under the praise. He whines, making Carlos let out a breathless laugh. "Good boy, you're doing so well."

The thrill of using something as dirty and depraved as a glory hole is hot, don't get him wrong, but Mateo wishes there wasn't a barrier between them now. 

He wants nothing more than to have Carlos' hand in his hair, pulling on the strands until it brings tears to his eyes that he can't hold back. Looking up at his Dom as they spill down his cheeks, holding the weight of him on his tongue.

Mateo knows how much they love to make him cry, always calling him a pretty thing when he does. He wants, needs, to be called that.

TK must be doing something to Carlos on the other side of the stall, because he hears the way Carlos' breath stutters in his chest, feels his cock jerk once, twice, before he's coming and spilling into Mateo's mouth.

He's dying to swallow it down, but he knows what his boyfriend likes and their current setting doesn't change a thing. He reaches over and unlocks the door to his stall and waits only half a second before Carlos and TK and crowding into it.

He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, showing off the collection of drool and come that threatens to drip down his front.

Carlos smiles proudly, then nudges TK forward with a smirk. "Go on, baby. Share your prize."

TK grabs Mateo's chin and tilts his face up, leaning down to kiss him and suck on his tongue, stealing some of Carlos' come for himself. He crouches down and palms his hand over Mateo's dick and fuck, he didn't know how close he was, how feral with need he was until he's finally touched.

He comes embarrassingly quick once TK starts to rub him over his pants, but Carlos just coos and pulls him onto his feet and in his arms. TK wraps around his back, effectively sandwiching him between them.

Mateo is messy and tired and his throat is sore, but he doesn't want to move from this spot and break their bubble of love and warmth.

"Come on, 'teo," TK mumbles as he buries his face in his neck. "Let's go home."

[anonymous-dentist]

So after Festa Junina the other week, I started thinking about what American holidays could be cool to see done, because a bunch of American holidays really just suck (I’m looking at you, Fourth of July.) But you know what good USAmerican rep would be on the QSMP?

Halloween! Stores are already putting out decorations irl, so it’s literally Peak USA

Just imagine the eggs trick or treating!!! That would be so cute!! Add a little candy mod so the eggs can have their Smarties or whatever, yk? Everyone can dress up in costume and bob for apples and go through a haunted barn or corn maze and then Cucurucho could chase people with a chainsaw and get away with it because that’s just Halloween, baby! We love chasing people with chainsaws at haunted houses!

(Because, really, what other holidays do we have that we can do something fun with? Christmas? Ew. Fourth of July? Eww!!)

[wh0lemilk0vich]

Ooh ooh more of plumping up king egg!

🌊

I really do have to finish that idea I have, I don't know why it's so hard for me to finish stuff lol.

Anyway, here's something I think about a bunch, it kind of gets away from me at the end but I hope you like it, 🌊anon

CW: canon typical Targaryen sexual practices. Degradation kink. Canon alcohol use.

I still really like the idea of Alicent forcing Aegon to wear a corset to hide how he's been gaining weight. Commissions a court tailor to make them in secret.

Aegon absolutely useless and petulant about getting it on because he complains about how uncomfortable it is, how he feels like a forgotten vessel of dough left to rise until it's burst.

Usually little meek servants get him up, washed and dressed, but one day Alicent tells her second born to get his elder brother out of bed and decent for court and Aemond is more than happy to oblige.

He bursts into the room to see Aegon still passed out despite it nearly being noon, sleeping soundly twisted in the sheets, completely naked, ass bare and rounded in the open air like twin mounds of pudding.

The weight settled upon his brother making him shapely, bottom heavy, curvy and soft in a way that, faced away from him, Aemond could be forgiven for wanting eagerly to bed the plump, womanly figure in front of him. Indeed, the sight was enough to have the Dragonrider stirring in his small clothes.

Taking swift, long strides to Aegon's bed, he grabs and tears the white top linen away to revealing his brother's plush, pink shame. He gives a swift cracking smack to his fat, wobbling arse, earning him a pitiful, almost aroused yelp in return. With a grin, he grabs a fistful of the man's mussed, wavy platinum hair, pulling him up onto his hands and knees, presenting much like a bitch to be mounted.

"Maiden's cunt! How do you end up visibly fatter every time I see you, brother?" Aemond asks cruelly, appraising his sleep and wine addled brother like a feeding hog. With one of his large splayed hands, he hefts and wobbles the blubbery pot of Aegon's gut, testing its weight, feeling the man reflexively trying to suck in. His younger brother scoffs incredulously, giving him a none-too-soft pat to the diaphragm, forcing him to relax those buried muscles and letting the fat round out below him.

"You beast! Unhand me!" Aegon weakly protests, face screwed up as he flaps a dough-soft arm to a side table to scrabble for his goblet.

Almond's patience starts to wear thin.

"For fuck's sake. Allow me," he says as he fills his brother's goblet and pulls him up by the hair to his knees. "It would be a shame if you appeared sober at court for once. Can't have that," he said forcing the overfull cup of Dornish strongwine down his gullet.

Aegon splutters at first before overtaking his brother's pace on his own, throat bobbing as he gulped it down greedily, red rivulets dripping from the corners of his mouth, onto his perky tits and between his cleavage. He pants, grinning dopily, as the chalice was pulled away from his lips, clearly satisfied. His pink tongue poked out licking away the final drops from his ruddy stained lips.

Aemond takes his brother in again. He looks absolutely debauched, eyes glassy, hair a mess, chest heaving, and there, nestled between plush thighs in a soft mound of fat, below his quivering belly, Aegon's unimpressive, fat little cock stood to attention. It twitches when Aemond, roughly handles one of his breasts, tweaking and teasing the nipple. "If these teats grow any larger, I suspect I should be able to sheath my sword between them. Do you suppose that if I suckled hard enough, you might produce milk?"

Aemond can see the effect he's having on his brother, the prince. A miserable, pitiful, ungrateful excuse for a future Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, aroused, panting, gagging to be used, hungry for more abuse. Suddenly annoyed, the younger brother roughly lets go of Aegon's hair, allowing him to crumple back onto the mattress with a whine. He rifles through his brother's wardrobe, certain there was no way half of the items would fit the man they were meant to, before coming upon the piece he was searching for.

"Come now. Enough of your indolence, Mother demands I cinch you into this ridiculous garment and make you presentable for court." This earns him a groan in response.

It takes some manhandling but eventually Aegon ends up in the loosened corset and sitting heavily in Aemond's lap. The latter is of two minds, embarrassed of and for his brother, and yet his own impressive manhood strains against his trousers wanting desperately to be buried between those full, jiggly cheeks.

With a deft movement, Aemond flips their positions, pinning Aegon over the edge of the bed, in such a position that, if he just took a moment to tug down his trousers, he could bury his aching hardness to the hilt in his brother's greedy cunt.

He takes hold of the corset laces and tugs hard, hearing Aegon gasp in pain. The sound eggs Aemond to continue, cinching row after row of laces, tighter and tighter, until Aegon was a whimpering groaning mess below him. He leaned down to whisper in the man's ear, pinning him underneath him, and teasingly rolling his hips to grind his clothed cock against his brother.

"If you want me to fuck you like the fat little whore you are. You're going to do everything in your power to burst these stays and put an end to this farce once and for all. The court and small folk deserve to see what pig their princeling has eaten himself into. And I'll make sure you never forget it, and love every second of it."

[thebekashow]

Yaaaay family reunion! The old bat who hit bob can go suck an egg >:)!

Oh don't worry, A certain someone already took care of her :D

[zarathesilentgamer]

Top 6 Games I Played 2022

It was going to be a top 5 of the year but I knew I had to put Kena on the list as well.

6. Kena: Bridge of Spirits -

Kena is a fun, cute but at times powerfully sad game about helping troubled spirits move on and, trying to stop the growing threat spreading through the land. Highly recommend checking it out.

5. Wavetale -

An environmental message wrapped up in high intensity water surfing, like Jesus. If you were put off by Wavetale being on stadia, it has now come to steam and certain consoles with plans to expand it’s reach and honestly, it deserves to. Roughly 4 hours of game time, and I’m more than happy to replay this game again in the future.

4. Spyro The Dragon (Reignited Trilogy) -

With the exception of Tree Tops which can suck an egg, I adore Spyro The Dragon. While it wasn’t my first introduction to Spyro, (spyro: year of the dragon on the ps1) it’s always a pleasure to come back to and Toys For Bob did the purple dragon proud. More than worth your time and money.

3. Kirby and the Forgotten Lands -

Kirby and the Forgotten Lands was a much anticipated breath of fresh air for the Kirby franchise. And the first Kirby game I played and 100% everything. All the levels, all the Waddle Dees, all the collectables. This game is an adorable package of fun, cuteness and at times gripping action. If you haven’t already, check it out. I can easily see this becoming a nintendo classic.

2. Cult of the Lamb -

Cult of the Lamb is fun and reminds me of issac in it’s gameplay but I would say a bit more heavy feeling. Create a cult in the name of The One Who Waits and take on the 4 bishops of the old faith and fulfill your destiny. Or marry your favorite cultist and feed poop to your least favorite as a prank. Poop, marriage and sacrifice - Cult of the Lamb. No but is honesty, this game is so much silly fun (I must have played in at least 8+ time since digital release). But my main reason it’s not in my #1 spot is that bloody hammer. I can’t stand having to slowly slam it into vacant earth because in the time it took to swing it, the enemy had already moved. But honestly, that’s my only main issues, everything else solid gold.

1. Stray -

Stray is everything I was expecting and more. All I wanted was to play an adorable kitty trying to make their way home and I got that and an emotional knife to the ribs at the same time. Reuniting Doc and his son, rescuing Clementine and of course  B12 (Yes, I cried). I don’t go out of my way to buy physical copies of games but when I do it’s because the game did something for me that I can’t get from any other game. And Stray is easily one of those games for me. If you haven’t already, make sure Stray is on top of your to play pile.

[josiebelladonna]

dodgers lost (feeling teababe right now with the mets sucking eggs, too. ugh)

formula 1 is not what it used to be, when i was a kid. holy fuck. (dude, i remember there was a time red bull were like the bad boys of the grid, seb and dan with mark webber)

i’m not really into spiderman (i can give credit where it’s due, like i can tell from a distance the art direction is stellar), and aside from asteroid city and oppenheimer, there’s not really anything film-wise that’s catching my eye (we called it when we said it’s going to be hard to top bob’s burgers and top gun)—yeah, i really don’t have any desire to see the barbie movie. something like that, that’s hyped to the moon, usually never turns out that good. i figured that one out from all the hype surrounding twilight and those movies, in comparison to the books, kinda sucked. and can we please put harry potter to rest already. for the love of god, people, we’ve been riding this magic wand since 1997, it’s time to move on.

the man of my dreams is dating a racist kinda terf-y (?!) neurotic supercilious snob—she also strikes me as very controlling. it’s hard to explain, but when i think to that last week before he came back, i only saw him once on ig, and it was like a “here and gone” sort of thing and i know for an absolute fact it was because of her, just from watching his behavior when she’s around. their relationship gives me codependent vibes, too; again, hard to explain but… “without whom, it would have been unimaginable”. without *her, alex—i was never a grammar nut but even i know that; kind of embarrassing when you think about it, as a badass published writer—and it gets so damn greasy when you think about my leaving my porch light on for him, rain or shine, no matter where he is. plus, you have tayva martinez and i both telling to take time to himself in that time away—it just feels like codependency even though they don’t live… together. the fuck. yes, if nothing else, she’s a snob. like whoop-de-freaking-do, you got a dickload of degrees, meanwhile actually brilliant doctorates are on welfare and in debt for life because theirs are useless and are glaring at your business, which i feel like was started through some money-laundering scheme (you can’t trust people like that anymore), hoping it goes under. and now. his beautiful body is wilting like a sick plant and his personality is a complete husk of what it used to be… and there’s nothing i can do, even though i desperately want to. really, i want to cry when i think about it. it’s about as unfair as losing chris. if i could, at the least, send him like a care package or something (a little box filled with art, something i crocheted because i got into crocheting last year, and maybe some candy, too), i would in a heartbeat. he’s too sweet and too precious of a human to be with a piece of work like that. he’s just… he’s a good guy. he’s a good guy. you don’t come across good guys all too often. good guys need to be protected and cherished. not saying i know what’s good for him, but he deserves better. i said what i said, alex, and i’m sorry ahead of time (in fact, you have every right to tell me to fuck off). hey, you said it yourself: you appreciate sincerity, i’m being sincere right now. there’s nothing sincere about using the word “gipsy” for any goddamn reason, especially out of irony (like i said, it may as well be the n-word).

i got my fics and my art (and there’s a lot of great music coming out right now, too, i mean… foo fighters, avenged sevenfold, queens of the stone age, blur, and pj harvey over the course of a month? i’m not worthy, man), my fantasy world, my wonderland, but. god. what the hell else do you do at a time like this, when everything you love is going to shit and everything new is lackluster.

[zero-insignificance]

DND Recap: The Beach Episode part 1

Cast consists of Rose the DM, Alfie (yours truly), Truk, Patrick, Rayna, and Quinn.

We open up in the streets of Finkelberg.

The party had a fun night full of drink and food and company and are ready for the next step in their journey.

Brick appears and starts talking to Truk. Brick: how many people walked in on you? Truk: 14. They are dead now. Brick: What are their names? Truk: I did not get their names. Brick: *starts rummaging through Truk's mind* Truk: *grimaces* Brick: *finds the memory* their souls shall be erased from existence.

Bob approaches the party hesitantly.

Bob: You will not be here for long, will you? You finished your quest. Alfie: Surprisingly no. Bob: Where will you go? Alfie: Hell. I can apparently rescue my bio parents. Patrick: You have parents?! You didn't just spawn in? Alfie: Yeah. I got two sets. Bio parents and adoptive dads. My adoptive dad is technically my uncle, but I call him Dad anyways. Bob: *turns to Patrick* Our deal is done. You helped him on his quest. I have something for you.

Bob pulls out a 2-liter bottle of Baja Blast. It has a bunch of marbles in it that are floating around. "Don't take them all at once. Your mind will explode. Take one per day."

Bob has his back to Alfie.

Me: Alfie decides to start having fun with his physical form. Rose: I swear if you turn into a cow Me: Alfie would never. He's not evil anymore. As an eldritch entity he can change his false body at will and where once was a redheaded white bird folk with mottled black feathers and scales now stands a freckled human with blood red hair, black eyes, with black splotches across his pale skin. Bob turns around and screams. "WHAT THE FUCK." and Bob shouts at him to turn back. Alfie as a human is too much for Bob to handle. Alfie turns back into his bird form and laughs harder.

Alfie: You should've seen the look on your face. Bob: NEVER CHANGE AGAIN. Patrick: *pops a memory marble in his mouth* Holy shit. I'M ALLERGIC TO EGGS. Bob: *a bit annoyed* Anyways I think it is about time that you all have a chance to relax! There are several beaches in the fey wilds. *turns and starts walking away* Alfie: *confused* where are you going? Bob: to the beach. I ran out of smoke bombs. Alfie: I haven't relaxed in over 10 years. Truk: I suppose it would be nice to relax. Brick: I would recommend you wait before heading that way. Alfie: *concerned* why would you say that? Brick: It's... his choice of swimwear. Alfie: Is it an ugly pattern? Brick: *silence* Alfie: *snaps his fingers so he's now in beach attire* Let's go! Patrick: *starts heading in the direction Bob went*

Rose: In a clearing you see Bob. He's in a speedo. Truk: *mortified* Patrick: *also mortified* Alfie: *eyes Bob up and down* Oh dear. That is not your color. Bob: Really? Alfie: Yeah. You should dress in jewel tones. Bob: *uses chaos magic to summon a wardrobe and starts rummaging through it* Alfie: *also starts rummaging through the wardrobe* At some point Bob is in a mankini and Alfie finds a pair of patterned swim trunks and holds them up to Bob's chest and nods Alfie: These ones.

The party actually looks around and sees no beach but a bathtub. And Bob is gone.

"I don't know about you guys, but this isn't a beach."

An old man appears and is like "Oh you're almost there!" and Alfie draws his sword and starts going "stranger danger stranger danger stranger danger-" And the old man walks up to the tub and hops into it and slowly sinks. Alfie and Truk slowly approach the tub and peak into it. There is nobody in it and it seems bottomless.

Alfie tosses a glowing rock into the tub. Truk puts the tip of his newly acquired great sword into the tub and it starts being sucked in. Alfie and Patrick grab onto Truk and pull him away. The great sword is sucked down into the depths. Truk realizes this and swan dives after it.

Brick appears and menacingly says "You better be going after my son."

Alfie is perched on the lip of the tub. Patrick refuses and he feels a hand start to squeeze his brain. He is pulled up by the back off his neck and is dragged to the tub. He's dropped in an immediately starfishes.

"FUCK WHY ARE THE SIDES OF THE TUB SO SLIPPERY?"

And Alfie just gives Patrick a look of sympathy before lightly pressing a single finger on the middle of his chest sending Patrick down into the depths.

Alfie glances at Brick and gives him a look of "I'll make sure they don't kill themselves" and jumps into the tub.

The party comes to on the beach from Attack on Titan. Truk immediately gets up and starts looking for his great sword. Alfie finds the glowing rock he threw in and pockets it. Truk demands that we help him find the great sword and Patrick doesn't know what it looks like and Truk hasn't had it long enough to solidify it in his memory and they start bickering.

Meanwhile Alfie is perched on the hilt of Rahdan's Great Sword and is waiting for a break in the argument.

Patrick lifts up the great sword with Alfie still on it and hands it to Truk asking if this is the great sword he was looking for. Alfie lets go and slowly floats back to the ground.

Looking around we see Bob who is under a very large umbrella, and we head over to him. He's wearing the swim trunks that Alfie selected.

Alfie questions if anyone would like some cocktails or mocktails. Patrick pulls out a Stanley cup full of coffee. Truk is intrigued by mocktails and asks for one. Alfie questions him about his favorite juices and Truk's favorite juice is apple juice. Alfie makes him an Appletini Mocktail and hands it to him. He isn't a fan so Alfie pulls out a gallon bottle of Motts apple juice.

Truk grabs it and takes a swig. "Do you want a bendy straw?" Truk nods and Alfie hands him a bendy straw. "Oh, so you're a bartender?" questions Bob. "I worked as a barista and bartender for a few summers." "Oh really? Can I get a tequila sunrise with baja blast instead of orange juice?" "Of course!" and Alfie pulls out a bunch of bartending tricks, and in a flourish of motions he hands Bob what he requested. The glass is frosted with a wedge of lime and several grapes on a toothpick. Bob downs it in one second. "Damn, that's pretty good."

Alfie: Hang on does anyone have any allergies i should know of? Patrick: Eggs. Truk: *nursing the bottle of apple juice* no. Bob: Yes. I'm allergic to bullshit. Patrick: *smirks* THE MOON LANDING WAS FAKE. Bob: *immediately busts into hives*

A scream comes from the sky, and we all look up and see Rayna falling. The Bartending equipment that Alfie was holding dematerializes and he catches her.

Rayna: Where are we? Alfie: The beach. It's the beach episode. Bob: Now go on! Have fun enjoy the water but watch out for the sea monster. Truk: What. Alfie: *freezes* God fuckin damn it. Bob: There's a sea monster. Alfie: *falls backwards into the sand and screams* Truk: Why not close off this section of the beach. Alfie: I can't catch a break. I can't catch a fucking break. I CAN NEVER CATCH A BREAK. Bob: They had to expand. Alfie: *downs two strawberry daiquiris* Patrick: Have you tried building a wall? Bob: Someone tried building a wall once. Alfie: By any chance was that guy orange with shitty yellow hair and reeked of narcissism? Bob: Yes. Alfie: Ugh. I can't stand that guy. Bob: Nor can I.

The beast in the depths is a Kraken. Truk and Rayna want to try to fight it. Truk wants to try diplomacy first. Alfie sits up and thinks to himself "If they're going then I'm going, or they'll get themselves killed."

At one point Bob laughs. Alfie: Can you please stop being so ominous? Bob: Unfortunately, no. It's in my code.

Another scream comes from the sky and down comes Quinn. Alfie slows her descent with a wave of his hand.

A decent chunk of the party speaks languages that the Kraken can understand, except for Quinn and Patrick. Quinn has speak with animals and beasts so she's good. Alfie knows primordial (eldritch entity). Rayna knows celestial and infernal (mother of titans). Truk knows primordial and celestial (son of brick).

Overall, the party wants to prevent a whole bunch of deaths. Alfie is so tired right now, but he'll go with whatever the party does. Bob parts the sea and there is a stone path leading to a cave.

Me: Where's Paul? Rose: You hear a loud mooooooOOOOOOOO coming from the sky Alfie: *immediately stops Paul's fall and gently sets Paul down with eldritch magic* Bob: *side eyes Paul* Truk: *starts walking down the path* Alfie: Ok Paul do you want to go with the party or stay here on the beach. Paul: Moo *goes over to Bob's warlock robes and starts chewing on them*

Back with Truk "Who approaches my abode." "I am here to talk."

Through the conversation there was a brief misunderstanding because of Alfie where the Kraken thought we were here to kill them, but Truk sorted it out and offers the Kraken friendship cuz he may not have been there during most of the mlp arc but he knows that friendship is magic.

The Kraken put together that we are a quite powerful group of adventurers. The Kraken has true sight so he can see Alfie's form for what it really is. A hulking form larger than the Kraken itself. Vaguely avian with a grey beak, covered in what looks like black feathers that absorb light itself, with many many bright glowing white eyes and the numerous sets of wings span out and the fabric of reality bends around his form itself.

These eyes are fixed on the Kraken. They're intense, angry, yet calm and very tired.

He agrees to Truk's offer on one condition.

We all have to spar with him at once.

A grin spread across Truk's face and he asks a singular question, "Prep time?"

Spell casters buff the tanks, Rayna summons a fey to fight with her and we're ready to go.

The Kraken goes first and goes for Patrick instantly, the fey jumps in front of him and is grappled by a tentacle. Truk is also grappled.

Patrick sends off a Guiding Bolt and Alfie follows up with a well-placed Fire Bolt. Alfie looks like he just wants to take a nap. A bed appears behind him, and he sits down on it pulling out an apple and eating it. Bob appears next to Alfie and he and Alfie start chatting as they watch the spectacle Alfie stepping in when needed.

The Kraken pulls Truk close and asks him which party member is his favorite. "I don't have a favorite." "Just pick one." "Rayna."

The Kraken chucks Truk at Rayna, she tries to catch him, and she fails.

Bob and Alfie cringe at that.

Quinn has been stealthing around doing rogue and ranger stuff.

A storm cloud appears over three party members. Rayna, Truk, and Alfie.

Alfie groans and says "Wonderful. This is the perfect mirror of my mental state." and we each make a dexterity saving throw. Rayna and Alfie take 19 points of damage and Truk takes 38 as lightning strikes us.

The soot on Alfie's feathers vanishes "Yep. It's jambalaya time." and Alfie summons a bowl of delicious jambalaya and turns to look at Bob. "You want some?" "Absolutely" and Alfie materializes a second bowl and hands it to Bob with a spoon.

Alfie is about to send off a Mind Spike but freezes and goes "Hold up hang on once second call time call time. We've just been calling you Kraken or the Kraken and that seems a bit disrespectful. Is there a name we can call you?"

The Kraken seems a bit surprised but the party nods in agreement.

Kraken: You can call me Mordecai. Patrick: Do you have a friend that's a raccoon? Rose: a raccoon steps out from behind Mordecai and goes "WOOOOOOOOOOH" Alfie: *has seen the Twilight and Mordecai shooting stars meme* by any chance do you know a Twilight Sparkle? Mordecai: No, I do not. Rayna: Who the hell is Twilight Sparkle? Alfie: *shifts into twilight sparkle* Oh she looks like this. She was the pony I was talking to in Ponyville. *turns back into his bird form*

And the fight continues.

Rayna gets two hits on Mordecai.

Me: Alfie sends off a mind spike. Rose: Are you going to use that on Bob? Me: No. I'm using it on Mordecai. The image of a duck with human ears appears in his mind. Mordecai: Ugh ew no why would you do that? What are you on that made you think that? Alfie: Autism. Bob: *laughs* Alfie: What's that for? Bob: He might die soon. Alfie: HEY MORDECAI! ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE? Rose: You guys are kicking his ass right now. Mordecai: That was exhilarating. Thanks for the sparring match.

The party goes to leave but Truk stays behind. Mordecai has something to tell him about the great sword he's holding. It's cursed. If he uses it too much the line between friend and foe may fade.

Bob: Can you please tell Paul to stop eating my clothes? Alfie: Paul can you not? Paul: MOOooooo *stops eating Bob's clothes* Alfie: Hey Bob, can I braid your hair? Bob: *surprised* Uh sure. No french braids please I don't like the way they feel. Patrick: Give him a french braid! Alfie: *starts braiding Bob's hair* I'm not giving him a french braid. He specifically requested me not to give him a french braid.

Alfie and Patrick both would like to learn Celestial and Rayna and Truk decide to teach them. Rayna spends her time filling them in on pronunciations and Truk just puts a hand on each of their heads. He essentially gaslights both of them into knowing how to understand and speak Celestial. It's like they always knew how. During this process Truk gets a visual of what it's like in each of their minds and his face is a mix of emotions. Confusion and fear. "Next time ask me before you touch me." says Alfie. Truk says nothing before looking to Patrick and telling him that his brain is weird having been a vast expanse of nothing with a large safe in the middle and turns back to Alfie and says "What the fuck." Alfie's brain is complete traumatized autistic adhd chaos. "It's the trauma. You know the death, the loss, the grief, the addictions-" "I am too young for this." And the party spends a moment relaxing on the beach with drinks and snacks. Bob shifts and Alfie scolds him saying that he isn't done yet and he affixes some flowers into Bob's hair and pulls out two mirrors. One handheld and a vanity mirror.

"Oh, that is quite lovely!" Alfie smiles at the compliment and music reaches the party. It's circus music. Alfie freezes and mutters under his breath that this really is like Katastrophe as he slowly turns to look at the source of the sound. On the other side of the beach is a circus.

"Please tell me they do proper maintenance and checkups on their equipment." "Of course they do." "Thank the gods."

Truk's eyes light up and he goes running to the circus. Rayna chases after him and Patrick slinkies along.

Alfie laughs at their antics feeling more at ease and snaps his fingers appearing at the carnival before everyone else with a toothy grin on his face. "I'm about to win some rigged games."

Rose: Truk you see a game that is right up your alley. Whack-a-Mole. The high score is 2 million. It was done by Bob. It's bring your own club. Truk: I'm breaking that record. *pulls out great club* Rose: You DESTROY the whack-a-mole stand. Your score is 48 billion. Me: How does Bob react to that? Rose: a single tear rolls down his cheek. Alfie: *gives him a pat on the back* Carnival worker: CONGRATULATIONS YOU BROKE THE RECORD AND FOR THAT YOU WIN THE GRAND PRIZE! Rose: the carnival worker brings out a massive teddy bear. It is 6 times your size. Truk: *clutches onto the teddy bear and cries* Truk has not had a toy in a very long time and this teddy bear looks like the one he had when he was five before his parents died. Me: Alfie is looking for a punching bag game. Rose: You see a punching bag game. Alfie: You're going to need a new one when I'm done with it. Carnival Worker: I'm sorry but Eldritch Entities are not allowed to use the punching bag. Stay away from the punching bag. Alfie: Why not? Carnival Worker: The last time that happened he launched the punching bag into the stratosphere. Rose: the carnival worker points to the ban list, and you see a photo of your great grandfather as the only one banned from this game. Alfie: Damn, we really are related. Rayna: can I try? Carnival worker: Of course. Rayna: *destroys the punching bag launching it into the sea* Carnival worker: *takes Rayna's photo and adds it to the ban list* Rayna: It's one of the perks of being the Mother of Titans. Rose: Patrick. Alfie. You see a ring toss booth. Me: we go to the ring toss booth.

The ring toss booth worker is Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel.

Patrick: What are the rules to this. Lucifer: You pay, and you get 6 rings. You have six attempts to get a ring on the red bottle. Patrick: What do we pay? Lucifer: You'll pay eventually. Alfie: Can you elaborate on that? Lucifer: You'll pay eventually! Alfie: *eldritch magic flashes in his eyes* Explain. Now. Lucifer: At some point in the future something of yours will vanish as payment. Alfie: *gets a premonition of his favorite woodworking knife vanishing from his hand in the middle of a project* I'm too autistic for that. Patrick: I'm in. Lucifer: *slides over 6 rings* Patrick: What's that over there? *pointing in the distance* Lucifer: *looks where Patrick is pointing* What is it? Patrick: *stretches his arm out and plops a ring on the red bottle* Lucifer: You won... You own my soul now. Patrick: ALFIE! What do I do with a soul? Alfie: Why do you think I know? I've never owned a soul before. I just got mine back a day ago. Patrick: I don't know? What's the protocol for this? Alfie: Bob? You've owned souls before. Wuh- what do you do with a soul? Bob: You quite literally own them and the person it belongs to. You could put the soul in an inanimate object like that bear Truk has. Truk: *approaches the party with a tear-stained face* I won this. Alfie: *to Truk* That's awesome! Patrick: Just give me your soul, I guess? Rose: He hands his soul over to you. It looks like a rubber duck. The party: Oh no... Rose: Patrick you now own Lucifer's soul.

Rayna looks for a shooting game and finds one. She shoots the furthest target, it explodes in a shower of splinters, and she keeps the gun as her prize.

Finally, Alfie spots one of his favorite carnival games.

Ski Ball

And Alfie is a beast at ski ball.

The high score is 2 billion.

Alfie: Bob is that your record? Bob: Please no it's all I have left. Rayna: Those were your only records? Bob: Well, there's my darts record but that isn't as impressive. 500. The people in Finkelberg suck at darts.

Alfie smirks "Bob, I challenge you to a game of ski ball. If you win your record stays intact. If I win, I get bragging rights for all eternity. Do we have a deal?" and he holds out a hand. "We have a deal."

We decide who wins over a game of highest roll. On the first roll we tie. Double twenties. We need a tie breaker. me: *rerolls and starts laughing* the dice really wanted me to break his record. *more laughter* I got another nat 20. Rose: Bob rolled a 17. His high score is crushed. Bob: *looking dejected* Me: Alfie smiles and casts minor illusion on the score board so it looks like his record remains unbroken. Bob: Thank you, my friend. Alfie: You've got to stop saying that to me- wait you just called me your friend? Bob: *nods*

A friendship bracelet appears on Bob's wrist. "When did you make a friendship bracelet- it's purple?" "Of course it is!" "You... know my favorite color?"

Quinn questions why they don't have a friendship bracelet.

A friendship bracelet leaps out of Alfie's bag of holding and coils itself around Quinn's wrist.

Patrick runs because he doesn't know what's happening.

And from a lone circus tent floats a single red balloon. Patrick grabs it cuz "oh shiny" and out comes Pennywise. "Do you want to float?"

Alfie: way ahead of you *starts floating*