#Bradley Golden

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Cillian Murphy sweeping + Bradley Cooper aging 10 years in 2 months during the awards season

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Prepare for 13 funkdafied tales of terror!

Prepare for 13 funkdafied tales of terror! #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel

Dark Horse Comics and Second Sight Publishing are teaming up to deliver Shook! A Black Horror Anthology. This collection boasts more than 200 pages of dread, brought to life by award-winning Black writers and artists with a cadre of award wins and nominations such as Will Eisner Awards, Ringo Awards, Hugo Awards, and is the largest collection of Glyph Comics Awards winners and nominees in a…

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Dark Horse and Second Sight Publishing Announce “Shook! A Black Horror Anthology”

Dark Horse Comics and Second Sight Publishing have partnered on a new 200+ page collection of horror tales from black writers and artists. Shook! A Black Horror Anthology will include stories from David Walker, John Jennings, Rodney Barnes, Bradley Golden, and more and art by David Brame, Flavio Cortés, and more.

Shook! A Black Horror Anthology goes on sale in bookstores on February 28, 2024, and in comic shops on February 29, 2023.

(Image via Dark Horse Comics - Cover of Shook! A Black Horror Anthology)

[writing-until-i-drop]

First Time | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 2,226

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! Oral (fem receiving), unprotect p in v (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, mentions of rough oral (male receiving), lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You picked at your nail beds, anxiously waiting for the familiar blue Bronco to pull into the parking lot. You had been on a blind date from hell, arranged by one of your well-meaning co-workers. The guy had been late, flirted with the waitress, had ordered for you, and worst of all, had gotten your name wrong twice. Well, maybe that wasn’t the worst part but after the rest of the night, it had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

You had excused yourself to the bathroom once the bill came out and called Bradley, begging him to come get you. Now, you were behind the restaurant, hoping your date didn’t come looking for you. 

“Thank God,” You sighed, rushing to the Bronco. Bradley scolded you for not waiting until he was in park but his whining stopped when you launched yourself across the bench seat at him. He gathered you in his arms without hesitation. 

“I've got you, honey,” Bradley whispered into your hair. You thought you felt him press a kiss to your temple but the feeling was so fleeting you couldn't be sure.

“I'm never going on a blind date ever again,” You whined. Bradley chuckled, rubbing your back. He hadn't been too keen on you going out with a stranger in the first place, making his displeasure known but also acknowledging that you were a grown woman who could do as you pleased. It annoyed a part of you that he didn't try harder to stop you. 

“You know I hate to see you sad, honey. What can I do to make tonight better?” Fuck me? Your first thought was not a viable response and you knew it. You and Bradley were destined to be really good friends, the type of friends others looked at and assumed there was something more. You would and had denied it in the past but secretly…secretly you were in love with your best friend. 

How could you not be? He was handsome, kind, attentive, and his mustache? You had cried the time Jake and Javy had convinced him to shave it and were inconsolable until it grew back a few months later. 

“Can we have a movie night at your place? And get pizza?” 

“Food wasn't good?” Bradley reached around you, buckling the middle seat belt over your lap. He normally insisted that you sit in the passenger seat, since it had the cross-body seat belt, going on and on about your safety.

But tonight, he didn't mention it, he also didn't mention what he was thinking when he draped his arm over your shoulders after switching into gear. Not willing to look a gifted horse in the mouth, you rested your head on his shoulder. 

“He ordered for me without even asking and it was awful, Lee.” His fingers, which had been tracing patterns on the exposed skin of your arm, froze when you used the nickname.

Normally you just called him by his first name and occasionally his callsign. The one time you had addressed him by rank and he fell down Mav’s front porch steps, which had given you enough reason to never do that again. Even if Bradley had promised that the two incidents were unrelated. 

“I'm sorry, honey.” 

“No you're not,” You rolled your eyes. “You didn't even want me to go on this date in the first place.” Bradley sighed. 

“Was I happy that you were meeting a strange man? No. But I also would never wish for you to have a bad night, so, yes, honey. I'm sorry.”

“God, I wish I could clone you,” You mumbled softly. 

“What was that, honey?” 

“Nothing.” 

When you got back to Bradley’s place the first order of business was getting out of your dress and heels. 

“I’ll order the pizza,” Bradley said, offering you a pair of sweats and one of his tee shirts.

“I thought we went over how ordering for a woman is a bad thing,” You teased and Bradley rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well unlike that douchebag, I know exactly what you like.” This time, it was impossible to miss the kiss on the temple that turned your cheeks pink. “There’s makeup remover in the bathroom.” 

“Pick a movie, I’ll be down in a minute,” You squeezed his forearm, moving past him into the bathroom. In the medicine cabinet was your brand of makeup remover and it made your stomach twist with butterflies, of course Bradley had your brand, he must have seen it when he visited your apartment. But why was it in his medicine cabinet and not stored away? It was like he was expecting you to be there, looking through his cabinets for it.

Once changed, you went downstairs. Bradley was sprawled out on his sofa, sipping on a beer, your favorite drink was waiting for you on the coffee table. You paused at the base of the stairs, taking in the sight before you. It was everything you wanted but didn’t think you could have. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours, honey?” Bradley held out a hand, beckoning your forwards. You moved without thinking, letting him pull you on the couch beside him.

“Just thinking,” You answered noncommittally. Rooster chuckled, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“What are you thinking?”  Did you take a chance? Did you run this risk of ruining the relationship that meant the most to you?

“Nothing,” You muttered, moving out from his immediate grasp. Bradley didn’t let you get far though, pulling you back to his side. “Bradley.” 

“Does this have something to do with you wanting to clone me?” So he had heard that, you groaned, which was answer enough for him. “What about me isn’t enough that you want two of me?” 

“That you don’t want to sleep with me,” The answer tumbled out before you could stop it. You went to pull away again but Bradley stopped you, moving you onto his lap, reminding you just how strong he was. “Lee, I-” 

“You don’t need a clone to have that,” Bradley’s eyes were molten, staring into yours with an intensity that you had never experienced before. His grip on your hips tightened when you didn’t say anything, “I’ve been crazy about you for a long time. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”

You closed the gap, pressing your lips against his in a soft kiss. Bradley didn’t waste time, kissing you back with a desperate need, one hand slipping beneath your shirt, pressing against your back gently.

You arched into him, letting him deepen the kiss. Kissing Bradley was like having a roman candle explode inside your chest. Explosions and excitement shooting through you as he buried his other hand in your hair.

You tugged at his hair, relishing the loud moan he gave. Your hips ground down, feeling exactly why they called him Rooster. Bradley pulled back, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pulling moans and whines from you.

“Still think you need a clone to get the job done?” He nipped at your pulse, “All you have to do is ask, I’ll give you anything you want.” You tugged at his shirt, Bradley chuckled. “Talk to me, honey.” 

“I want you to fuck me, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” You saw the moment when Bradley’s brain stopped working. He blinked a few times, swollen lips parting in surprise. “Then I want you to tell me how you know what makeup remover I use.”  

“Can you say that again for me, baby?” You giggled, pulling off your shirt.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, I want you to fuck me.” Bradley groaned, pulling you in for another kiss. This time it was harsh, all teeth and tongues, noses knocking against each other. He shifted you onto your back, settling between your legs. “Lee,” You moaned as he palmed your breasts roughly.

“Love it when you call me that,” Bradley pulled at your sweats and you lifted your hips to help. You giggled as they went flying across the room, “No one else calls me that.” 

“Good,” You moaned, hands threading into his hair as he kissed down your chest.

“How attached are you to your bra?” He asked, tugging at the flimsy straps.

“The bra’s expensive,” You undid the clasp yourself, tossing it towards your sweats. “Panties aren’t.” The sound of ripping fabric filled the room but your protests were non-existent as he began lavishing your breasts with attention, licking, sucking, and biting both of them until you were a squirming mess.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” He kissed his way down your stomach. “And all mine. All fucking mine.”

“Lee,” You cried out when he licked you without hesitation. Bradley ate your pussy like a dying man, his mustache brushing against your sensitive clit. “If you ever,” You grunted as he slid a thick finger into you. “Shave your mustache again, I’ll key your Bronco.”

Bradley’s response was to double his efforts, adding a second finger, scissoring them to open you up for him. You felt your orgasm building, the coil in your stomach tightening painfully so.

“Come for me, baby.” He sucked your clit hard, the coil snapping as the orgasm washed over you. 

“Lee,” You moaned, vision going fuzzy. Your legs tightened around his head but Bradley didn’t slow down, elongating your orgasm until another one caught you off guard. 

“All fucking mine, baby.” Bradley gave you one last lick then kissed you, giving you a taste for yourself that had you moaning into his mouth. You barely heard the loud knock at the door, Bradley grabbed a blanket and covered you. “Stay covered, I don’t share.” 

“Noted,” You sighed, exhausted from two back-to-back orgasms.

Bradley quickly paid the man and abandoned the pizza in the kitchen, he scooped you into his arms. “What are you doing?” 

“Following orders,” Bradley grunted, squeezing your ass. He kicked his bedroom door shut behind you, placing you on the bed. “You think you’re ready for me, baby?” 

“If you don’t fuck me, Lee, I’m calling Hangman.” Bradley growled, pulling off his sweats and boxers in one go. You gulped, he was huge. 

“What did I just say about sharing?” 

“You might have to remind me,” Bradley was on you in an instant, kissing you hard until you were dying for air. “Bradley,” You scratched his back.

“What don’t I do, baby?” 

“Fuck me, apparently,” He bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pulling a load moan from you.

“Keep it up with, baby, one of these days I’ll fuck your mouth until you pass out.” Your pussy clenched around nothing at the thought of it, “Now, who’s the only one who gets to touch you like this.” 

“You,” You pulled him in for a kiss. “Now, please, please, please, fuck me, Lee.” 

“Condom?” You shook your head,

“Clean and on birth control. You?” 

“I’m clean,” You felt him notch himself at your entrance. “Ready?” You shifted your hips upwards, urging him to hurry up. “Words, baby.”

“‘Ready.” He pushed forward, his thick cock stretching you out until you were gasping and whining his name with every inch he gave you.

“Halfway there, baby.” Halfway? You groaned, digging your fingers into the sheets.

“Fuck, Lee, you’re huge,” Bradley chuckled, distracting you from the pain by playing with your nipples. He stilled when he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust. You felt so full of him and of pleasure, you knew it would only get better once he started to move.

“How do you want this to go, honey? You’re in control here,” You settled your hands on his broad shoulders, squeezing his strong muscles.

“Ruin me, Lee. We can do it slow and sweet after dinner,” He gave you a peck on the lips.

“Whatever you want.” He pulled back then snapped his hips forward, hitting a spot that had you crying out. He pace was relentless and exactly what you wanted, Bradley fucked you into the bed like a man possessed. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezing my cock like a good girl,” You squeezed around him. “You like that, huh? You like being my good girl? Words, baby.”

“Yes, shit,” You scratched your nails down his back. “I’m your good girl, just don’t stop.” 

“Give me one more, baby,” His calloused fingers set a quick pace, rubbing your abused clit until you were screaming. “That’s it, come for me.” Your third orgasm hit you harder than the two before it, incoherent babbles spilling from your lips. “Think you can give me another?”

“No, no, no,” You whined but when he pulled his hand back you forced it back down. Bradley chuckled, happily working you up again.

“We’re going to have to work on your communication skills, baby,” You kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip. Bradley’s thrusts became erratic, he was close. “Come on my cock while I fill you up, baby.” That was all it took, you came and Bradley followed right behind you, spilling inside of you. 

“I think,” You panted as Bradley all but collapsed on top of you, “I think you broke me.” He chuckled, kissing your face all over as he shifted off of you, pulling you both onto your sides.

“How does a bath sound?” 

“Pizza first.” His stomach rumbled in agreement,

“Whatever you want, baby.”

a/n: this fic got away with me, it was supposed to stop when the pizza got there

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Rooster sketches 2: Electric boogalo: the Roostering.jpeg

Also, this is what my sketchbook pages used to look like when I drew traditionally, so this made me really happy :)

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[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Iceman: Well, how was the trip?

Rooster: I tell you, that Disney World hotel was just wonderful. It had everything. Good service, delicious food, a beautiful room.

Maverick: What did you think of the rides?

Rooster: ...They got rides?

Hangman: Don't worry about it.

Hangman: *winks* You had a great time and you never had to stand in line.

Rooster: *blushes hard*

Maverick and Iceman: *grimace*

[cynthia39100]

Arthur had no right to look so gorgeous in The Labyrinth of Gedref when in half of it he was being a prat.

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(Hangman's doorbell rings, so he goes to answer it) Rooster(at the door, smiling): Hi. Hangman: *slams the door and walks away* (the doorbell rings again, so Hangman rolls his eyes and goes to answer it, it's Rooster again) Rooster:...Jake! It's me, Bradley! Didn't you recognize me? Hangman: Of course I recognized you, that's why I slammed the door in your face.

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happy anniversary, witch's heart!🪄💕

yayyy merry christmas guys. and happy birthday noel. sadly i didn't make anything for him specifically... oh well. i hope the little sleeping noel here is enough

[denimbex1986]

'When Cillian Murphy took to the podium during Sunday night’s Golden Globes, his nose smudged in his wife’s lipstick, it was as if a door had opened on this Hollywood Neverland and an ambassador for the real world had stepped through.

Accepting the Best Actor in a Drama award for Oppenheimer, Murphy wasn’t so much un-starry as stonkingly everyday. Here was a normal person who had somehow beamed into peak Tinseltown and, if pleased, was also clearly a bit perplexed by it all.

The Oppenheimer win has made Murphy a frontrunner for the Oscars. In all likelihood, he will be up against a creepy Barry Keoghan in Saltburn, an overblown Bradley Cooper in Maestro, and a fervent Leonard DiCaprio in Killers of the Flower Moon. With the arguable exception of the grandstanding Cooper, all would be worthy winners. And yet, underdogs everywhere will be cheering for Murphy. He’s spent the past 20 years negotiating Hollywood on his own terms and has rejected Tinseltown’s showiness in favour of staying grounded and playing the long game.

Murphy always wanted to be an actor rather than a star. Such a choice could easily have condemned him to a lifetime of supporting roles. Or a hiatus in TV, to which he seemed exiled when he settled in for a long run as Tommy Shelby in Birmingham noir Peaky Blinders.

But his decision to turn away from flashy parts has proved inspired. He is that rarest of things: an experienced A-list actor who comes to the Oscars without baggage. Unlike DiCaprio, he hasn’t had to overcome a past life as a teen pin-up. Nor does he have to justify a lucrative stint in comic book films, as Cooper has with his time as Rocket Racoon in Guardians of the Galaxy.

Above all, Murphy goes into Oscar season as an antidote to the “look at me!” culture of the social media era. In an age when fame is regarded as the ultimate commodity – more important than awards or critical acclaim – Murphy would rather let his work speak for itself. He lives humbly in suburban Dublin with his wife and two children – and his great passion outside of acting is music, as demonstrated by his semi-regular presenting slot on BBC 6 Music.

That’s lifetimes removed from Hollywood, with its self-mythologising and turbo-charged fakeness. It is also of a piece with his career since he broke through playing a survivor of the zombie apocalypse in Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later. Ever since, he has chosen his jobs thoughtfully. In so doing, he has assembled a body of work of which he can be proud.

He hasn’t been above popcorn. He was a memorable villain in Christopher Nolan’s Batman Begins, where he played the Scarecrow as a trippy nightmare. But even when shooting for the box office, Murphy has been studiedly un-starry. Careful to keep his ego in check, he’s often happy in an ensemble – hugging the background in A Quiet Place II and settling for an extended cameo in Nolan’s Dunkirk, where he was content to let Harry Styles and Tom Hardy hog the spotlight.

Hog it they did – yet it was Murphy who proved to be in it for the long road. Because he could go into Oppenheimer without a Hollywood aura, he disappeared into the role. If hardly obscure, he nonetheless assimilated fully into the part. Throughout that film, you were aware of its stars. Florence Pugh and Emily Blunt doing their best with under-written female characters. Robert Downey Jr trying to pretend he hadn’t spent a decade as Iron Man.

Murphy, by contrast, split the acting atom. He vanished into Oppenheimer with a performance that exuded humility and sincerity. Bookies have now installed him as a favourite for the Best Actor Oscar. If he wins, it would be a victory for knowing who you are and what you stand for and believing good work has value beyond short-term acclaim. Above all, his success shows that it is possible to stay grounded while scaling Hollywood’s giddiest heights.'

[missathlete31]

Top Gun Maverick Golden Oldies Challenge

So I’m a huge fan of 60s and 70s music and I’ve been find certain songs seem to fit Top Gun characters so well! I’m hoping to eventually make Moodboards for each, or if anyone else wants to jump and make their own!! I think it could be really fun, and perfect for summer!

Here are some of my thoughts right now but I would love to get people’s opinions as well!

ROOSTER- California Dreamin’ by the Mamas and the Papas (I know, I know survey says it should be great balls of fire)

HANGMAN- Fire and Rain by James Taylor

COYOTE- House of the Rising Sun by The Animals

PHOENIX- Respect by Aretha Franklin

So let me know your thoughts everyone! And I’ll update as I think of more!!

[meep-meep-richie]

I can’t deny but this is one hot list of nominees

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Artwork I've done for my fics recently. For Gooftober and also just to add into the stories as picture messages.

From After Midnight my law student!TA!Bradley x freshman!fem!Max college AU (Rated T | 81k)

From out of california my disabled!dancer!Max x doctor!Bradley AU (Rated E | Dead Dove, 3k)

I've been participating in gooftober on instagram. It's been super fun!

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Voice Kink | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 1,246

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! dirty talk, make out session, fingering, Rooster being an annoying gentleman, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

a/n: sorry it's late!

It was the best part of Rooster’s day, hearing your voice over the radio. You were a radio control operator in the tower, the only one who laughed at his jokes, and you would carry conversations with him as best as you could, answering with professional yeses or nos when your boss was in the room, even when he was flirting with you.

“How’s my favorite girl doing on this fine morning?” He knew he was testing it, flirting with you over open airwaves but he couldn’t help himself, wondering what you looked like, sitting in the tower. He’d thought about it so many times, what you would like like, what your voice would sound like without the distortion of the radio, and what you would sound like when he finally got his hands on you. Fuck, now was not the time to get a boner.

“This is tower control, Rooster, please wait, your clearance for takeoff has not come through,” He grinned when you responded in your my-boss-is-here-you-jerk voice. 

“Understood, tower control but I’m still waiting for an answer on how my favorite girl is doing.” There was a pause and he wondered if he had blown it but your soft response finally came right before he could offer an apology.

“I’m having a pretty bad morning but if you manage not to scuff up my runway, it’ll be a little better.” Rooster frowned, you were having a bad morning? He wanted to pry but over the radio probably wasn’t the best place to do it.

“You must be thinking of Hangman, sweetheart. I would never scuff up your runway,” Your laugh filled his headset and it helped him relax.

“Tower control to Rooster, you are clear for takeoff.” 

“Rooster to tower control, requesting permission to land.” Rooster didn’t have to wait long for your response.

“Tower control to Rooster, you are clear to land. Remember, I want you to put it down smoothly.” 

“I can do a lot of things smoothly,” You tried to muffle your giggle but he still heard it. “And I can prove it to you.”

“Oh yeah? Well, let’s see you stick this landing and maybe I’ll wear my new red dress to the Hard Deck.” 

“I’m going to hold you to that, get ready for the best landing you’ve ever seen.” Rooster pulled out all of the stops, making sure to hit the first wire, laying down his plane as smooth as possible on the runway. “See you at the Hard Deck, I’ll be the one in the Hawaiian shirt.” 

Your friends in the control tower had given you so much crap for planning a date over the radio but as embarrassed as you were, you were also excited. Rooster had to be hot, his voice was all deep and on morning hops it had this rasp to it that had your mind drifting outside of the control tower and straight to the bedroom, imagining what it would sound like first thing in the morning.

“Call me if you need me to pick you up,” Your friend said over the phone while you stood outside of the Hard Deck, gathering the nerve to go inside. “But I really hope I’m picking you up from that pilot’s place and not the bar.” 

“Shut up,” You laughed, hearing a car door slam shut in the parking lot. “The first thing you said to me when I transferred here was not to sleep with any of the pilots.” 

“Not sure I like that advice,” Rooster’s voice had you flushing pink, heat washing through your body. You hung up on your friend, looking up to finally catch your first glimpse of Rooster and your breath caught in your throat. No one should look that good in a Hawiian shirt. Tall, tan, and a mustache that wouldn’t have worked on anyone else. You felt your knees go a little weak. Rooster smirked, “But I do like that look on your face.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You leaned against the wall, smiling as he closed the distance between the two of you. “This is how I usually look.” 

“I really hope not,” Rooster rested a hand on your waist, looming over you, his spiced cologne filling the air around you. “Because then every man who sees you is thinking exactly what I’m thinking.” 

“And what are you thinking?” You hoped he was thinking what you were thinking, which involved moving away from the bar and towards his car as fast as you could. You wrapped your arms around his neck,

“That you’re just as sexy as your voice.” You went up on your toes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips that Rooster wasted no time deepening, pressing his hips into yours. “It’s embarrassing what your voice does to me.” He kissed down your neck, pulling whimpers and gasps from your lips.

“I love it when you flirt with me over the air,” You admitted, slipping a hand beneath his undershirt, feeling the smooth muscles of his back. “Shit,” Rooster nipped at your pulse. You could feel his hardness against your thigh, showing just how much he wanted you. “Please tell me you drove here.” 

“Sure you don’t want to have a drink first?”

“Why, is Hangman in there?” 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Rooster threw you over his shoulder and you squealed, “I’m not letting you anywhere near Hangman in that pretty little dress.” Rooster carefully set you in the back of his car and crawled in after you.

“Possessive is a really good look on you,” You grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down on top of you, kissing him hard.

“Good,” His calloused hands ran up your thighs, pushing your dress up to your waist. “Because I don’t share.” Rooster’s fingers ghosted over your panties, drawing out a soft moan. “How are you worked up already, pretty girl?” 

“Well, you’re hot,” You nipped at his bottom lip. “And your voice, fuck,” Rooster  stroked you through your underwear, “I hear it in my dreams sometimes.” 

“Good to know I’m not the only one.” The two of you made quick worth of your dress and underwear, the backseat filled with moans and sweet nothings, whispered between kisses. Rooster had his fun, working you up on his fingers until your toes were curling, “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my fingers like a good girl,” Pleasure washed over you, your body arching, fingers digging into Rooster’s broad shoulders. 

“Will you please,” You panted, trying to catch your breath as Rooster lavished your neck in kisses. “Please fuck me?” 

“I feel like I should take you out on a date first,” Any other time you would have appreciated him being a gentleman. But not when you were naked in the backseat of his car, feeling just how hard he was pressed against your sensitive core.

“This isn’t your pre-flight checklist, we can do things out of order.” Rooster chuckled, 

“I knew you’d sound good like this, so needy for me.” You rolled your eyes, grinding up into him, “Let me take you out to dinner first.” 

“Am I going to win this argument?” Rooster’s thumb found your clit, your body jolting at the contact.

“How about this, you come on my fingers for me one more time, then I buy you dinner,” He slipped a finger inside of you, “Then I’ll take you to my place and give you everything you want.” 

“Deal.”

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[bisclavret]

the saddest and funniest and most overall tragicomic thing about arthur is that his imposter syndrome is 100% on the mark he really isn't that special they took this mediocre guy and made him out to be The Once and Future Lord and Saviour because everyone including his shitty ass father knew that camelot/albion was crumbling and desperately needed a Symbol (which parallels the reasons behind the creation and cultivation of the og arthurian legend) and so here comes prince arthur and everyone is holding their breath hoping nobody fucks up their Big Plans For Him and he's like "i PROMISE im trying my BEST but i cant shake the feeling that my best isnt good enough (narrator voice: it isnt) and yet everyone around me hypes me up so much they all tell me im Destined for Greatness and there's this Weird Secretive Vibe all around me that im not smart of informed enough to figure out and all i wanna do is play sports and hang out with buff men and admire girls from a safe distance and bicker with my servant who is also my best friend :(" and then we get to the end of his story and hes doing a better job as king than his dad did (the bar is low) but none of that Prophesied Greatness has come to pass bc it turns out his true destiny was to marry someone smarter and more competent than him and just fucking die and let her deal with All That. television!