#I am literally begging for my cats life

[remescient]

This is my cat Hank. He's 9 years old and I love him like the stars.

Hank was diagnosed with lymphoma this week. It took about a month of blood tests, ultrasounds, a cytology, and an oncology visit.

I adopted Hank when I was in the middle of a mental health crisis, and I just needed something to give me a reason to be here. I drove from Los Angeles to Riverside CA because I had seen a gorgeous long-haired lilac pointed kitten that was going to be at a rescue event. By the time I got to the event, that kitten had already been adopted, but I stuck around to look at the others. My sister had come out to help me choose a kitten, and she was actually the one who picked up Hank. He crawled all over my sister and I and sat on my shoulder purring, and that's when I decided to take him home.

My sister is also the one who named him. We were both watching The Vlogbrothers together, and she named him Hank because he was curious, friendly, and loved "talking". He hates being alone, and you can always find him in a five foot radius of me or mom.

It doesn't matter what you're doing, he needs to be the center of attention. Which is only fair, I mean look at him:

Hank has seen me through a severe mental health crisis, my mother's stroke, two years of treatment for an autoimmune disorder that wrecked my body, the worst of the pandemic, and my bother's suicide. He means the world to me. The fact that a bunch of imaginary numbers in a computer somewhere can determine whether he even gets a CHANCE to beat this cancer is a horrific, awful thing that is tearing my heart apart. I can't do this alone.

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I know he's just one small cat in a world full of people and animals in need. But I'm the only voice this little furball has, so I'm pleading on his behalf: please help me help him have a fighting chance. There's no guarantee he can beat it, but without treatment then there's no chance at all. I am doing everything I can, but I can't do it alone.

Thank you.

[koshercosplay]

it's time for my yearly chanukah merchandise ratings! how are there always so many to choose from. as always, this year is a doozy and I am as bitter as ever lmao

this was quite literally labeled "hanukkah cone tree." gee I wonder which winter holiday is The One With The Trees. surely it's the jewish one with all the fire. let's make it blue and white just in case. 4/10 there is no excuse for this

why are the chairs so far apart. why is there nobody there. why are there so many grapes. what even are those green things. why is there soup. will the mysteries never cease. 7/10 purely because it's pretty

I for one welcome our jewish alien cousins. not sure what this has to do with chanukah but I want to hear about jewish life on mars so 8/10 friends come in out of the cold and have a latke with me

the more I looked at this, the worse it got. there's a literal christmas tree and tinsel but oh it's got blue lights so it's fine. and as we all know, children regularly hold fully lit candle menorahs with mittens while going door to door during a snowstorm. I guess who are we to stifle a child's latent desire for arson. 5/10 somebody save that poor dying kitten

this poor magen dovid is being forcefully converted to christianity and we need to help it. quick somebody put this on a sufganiyot stack. 4/10 we all know the intended target audience isn't interfaith families okay

do I even have to say it. please just. just stop. get One (1) Jew to weigh on your hanukkah products, I beg you. -392928373/10 walmart owes me a personal apology for making me see this with my own two eyeballs

I spent a full five minutes staring at this shirt desperately trying to make it make sense. I shouldn't have bothered. it's worse than the hebrew could ever be. 2/10 amposzu zusach mezchamal to you too

congratulations, once again you wrote gibberish. this says nothing. it's not chanukah, it's not happy holidays, it's nothing. the letters on the dreidel are an ACRONYM people! there's an order! 3/10 it's antisemitic that this has over 4,000 sales (thank you @quartzfox for sending this to me. now you all have to see it too.)

now these are CUTE. and the dreidel letters are in the correct order too, which is unfortunately impressive. 10/10 no notes, it has cats, would wear

(previous years 1, 2, 3)

[5sospenguinqueen]

Love You FURever | Toto Wolff x Vet! Reader

Summary: When Toto marries a vet, he realises his life consists of yelling about cars and fostering injured animals.

Fluff. Humour. Pinterest pics.

Requested: Yes by anon. Sorry this is only a small one

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ynwolff some friends from work

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maxverstappen1 sassy and jimmy said they’ve never enjoyed a vet visit so much

→ ynwolff bring them back anytime! such lovely cats

user toto’s plan to get max to mercedes is by making his wife befriend his cats liked by ynwolff

→ user ahah she liked. she’s so funny

lewishamilton roscoe says he can’t wait for his check-up

→ ynwolff i can’t wait to see my sweet boy

→ georgerussell63 i miss when i was your sweet boy

→ ynwolff i’ve been around you too long. you stopped being my sweet boy last year

albon_pets any room for more friends?

→ ynwolff there’s always room for f1 pets

→ user this just makes me think she set up her own clinic purely so she could look after the f1 animals

→ user agreed because she attends every race where a pet is so she can be on hand for them

charles_leclerc this is my sign to get a dog

→ user yes! charles dog dad era needed

mercedesamgf1 i thought we were friends… but you haven’t visited us for ages :(

→ ynwolff don’t make me tell my husband that you’re emotionally blackmailing me

→ mercedesamgf1 he told us to (and there’s no proof if we delete the comment)

→ ynwolff (i have it printed out)

→ user omfg she’s defo the funniest wag

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mercedesamgf1 boss man hard at work

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ynwolff tell him not to look so serious. he’ll scare the children

→ totowolff my love, i can see your comments.

→ ynwolff when did you do this? why do you follow mercedes and your drivers and not ME!

→ user toto sleeping on the couch later liked by ynwolff

kimi.antonelli 😊

user i hope he’s trying to figure out how to fix the shit box that is the W15

user he’s such a grandpa with his tied sweaters

→ totowolff i am not a grandpa.

→ ynwolff so when you were complaining about your back aching and begging for a rub?

→ user i bet he doesn’t act like a grandpa at home, that’s how they ended up with a 6 year old

→ georgerussell63 guys, he can see these comments now fyi

user definitely the hottest team principal liked by ynwolff

→ totowolff with the hottest wife.

→ user omg they’re so down bad for each other that he’s breaking pr rules for her

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wolffcare boss of the month

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ynwolff i paid them to post this. literally

→ wolffcare that only makes it like 5% less true

roscoelovescoco vets of thes years

charles_leclerc leo is looking forward to his first trip to the vets tomorrow

maxverstappen1 would recommend

lewishamilton 10/10

alex_albon the cats are begging me to make them fat so they have a reason to come visit you

→ ynwolff stop feeding them cheese

user why are all the f1 drivers here?

→ totowolff because this is my wife.

→ user when he claims you

→ user girl bffr

→ user starting to feel like toto only made an insta so he could join the drivers in praising her online

mercedesamgf1 if the w15 was an animal, we would trust you with it more than toto

→ totowolff my office. monday. 9am.

→ mercedesamgf1 crap

→ ynwolff they were complimenting me, my love

→ totowolff fine.

→ totowolff @/mercedesamgf1 make that 10am.

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ynwolff my best friends for the weekend

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user omg the fact that she cropped out toto

totowolff liebling, are we no longer friends?

→ ynwolff you left your wet towel on the bed again so no

→ user oh so it’s not just my husband

→ user even millionaires piss off their wives

→ totowolff *billionaire.

roscoelovescoco my favourites grand prixs buddy

→ ynwolff my favourite bulldog

georgerussell63 offended that i’m not in this

→ ynwolff toto, your child is pestering me again

→ lewishamilton actually, i’m a little offended that I’m not in this either but bono is

→ ynwolff omg lewis i’m so sorry. i'll dedicate a whole post to you this weekend

→ georgerussell63 wow

user jack is so cute. he’s the perfect combination of toto and yn

→ totowolff yn did a great job, didn’t she?

→ ynwolff stop trying to convince me to have another

→ user omg he’s trying to get her to have more!

mercedesamgf1 we love having the three of you in the garage. brings us more luck

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totowolff gentleman, if you fall in love with a vet, she will give you the best family. but far too many animals in your home

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mercedesamgf1 the cutest family 🩵

lewishamilton is this the puppy that was going to be put down?

→ totowolff yes. yn rescued him and i couldn’t say no.

georgerussell63 so that makes one child, three cats, two hamsters, two cows and a puppy. what’s next?

→ ynwolff i really want a pig but toto says he doesn’t like the noise :(

→ user isn’t he trying to get you to have another baby? how is that noise okay?

albon_pets we should open up a zoo together

→ totowolff don’t give her ideas!

charles_leclerc omg when can we meet him!?

→ ynwolff he’ll be at the next couple of races

f1wags what a lovely picture of yn and jack

ynwolff you shouldn't call your son an animal. he’s only a little feral. he gets that from you

→ totowolff i watched you tear into a steak yesterday. not sure i’m the cause.

→ ynwolff uh, you were the cause of my craving for steak

→ totowolff who knew getting you pregnant made you such a carnivore.

→ user pregnant?!

→ user baby #2?!?!

→ user definitely not a grandpa

→ ynwolff toto!

→ totowolff this is why i didn’t want an instagram!

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Requests open! Now include Franco Colapinto and K Mag

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@peachiicherries @rosecentury @c-losur3 @heavy-vettel @evie-119 @raizelchrysanderoctavius

[soullumii]

sleepyhead | gale dekarios x afab!reader

(18+!!!) afab!reader. second person pov. literally just smut: oral (f receiving), piv, dirty talk, consensual somnophilia. gale lives to please as always

my first gale fic... this man has taken over my entire life.

2k words

Gale’s lips press against yours in the dark, gentle and coaxing. A push and pull. You blink blearily awake from slumber as his hand finds your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your sleep shift. His brown hair falls over the two of you like a curtain, shielding you from the terrors of the darkness.  

“Mm hello,” you purr against his lips. “What time is it?” You ask when he pulls back. He looks a bit wild, pupils blown wide, his eyes practically look black even in the dim candlelight. He’s breathing heavily, his gaze traveling over you, heated, like the air surrounding fire. He doesn’t answer. 

“Gale?” you repeat, warmth pooling in your belly at the pure desperation on his face. At the want curling in his eyes like a flame.

“It’s late,” he murmurs, voice rough, as though he’s parched. “Though I cannot stop thinking about you. I must…” he trails off, mind moving faster than his mouth can.

One thing you love about Gale is his ability to talk for seemingly hours on end with such eloquence and poetry. But when he’s like this…already hard against your thigh, slowly rutting his hips in circles, captured within pleasure, the words seem to leave him. You love it just as much, if not more. 

He leans in and runs his nose along your throat, breath ghosting over your skin. His teeth graze you, and his tongue follows, licking a stripe up your throat. You moan shakily, cunt clenching around nothing. 

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, though it’s more breath than substance. Your brain is already beginning to short circuit, especially when the hand on your waist travels down to your thigh, fingertips pressing into the muscle there. 

“You just looked so beautiful on the battlefield today… I tried to contain myself because we had so much to do, but… fuck,” he breathes this against your neck, desperate. He hardly ever uses such vulgar language. “I need you, love.” 

“So you really weren’t lying when you told me you were turned on by my fighting,” you say, surprised.

“I am a lot of things, darling, but a liar is not one of them.”

The sound of his inhale as he leans down to kiss you again sends more molten pleasure swirling through you. 

His hips press against yours, grinding against your clothed cunt in a steady rhythm. You moan into his mouth, your hands reaching up to clench at his sleep shirt stretched over his broad back. 

You’re still sleepy as his hand drifts to the hem of your shift. He slowly pulls it up your thighs, up over your breasts, revealing your undergarments. He paws at your waistband like a cat begging for food. You lift your hips so he can pull them down over your ass. He undoes the ties to your bralette and slides it off your shoulders. 

Gale kisses his way down your body, stopping to close his warm mouth over a nipple while his dexterous hand squeezes and tugs at the other. You moan lightly, pleasure easing through you. He hums appreciatively against your skin, and the vibrations travel pleasantly through you.

“Gale…” you half murmur half moan as he moves his mouth to your other nipple. “I can hardly stay awake…” You feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. The gentle chirping of the crickets outside your tent doesn’t help.

“Of course,” he says, leaning back. “We can stop.”

“No—no wait,” you stop him with a hand curled around his wrist. “You can keep going while I’m sleeping, I don’t mind.” 

His eyes darken, his tongue dipping out to wet his lips. “Really? Are you quite sure?”

You nod with a sleepy smile and settle back comfortably. “Mhm.” 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

Your eyes flutter shut, your breathing slowing as you succumb to your exhaustion. Your limbs feel heavy, even as Gale continues his way down your body. 

“You’re so gorgeous, so perfect,” he whispers into your skin. His fingers curl into your thighs before he slowly pulls them apart, baring yourself to him.

He runs his hands appreciatively up and down your thighs, squeezing and kneading before hooking them over his shoulders.

Gale presses a kiss to the inside of your right thigh before retreating. You feel his lips again a second later, just between your thigh and cunt, mere centimeters from where you’re wet and aching for him.

And then you feel his warm breath puffing against your core, and your body squirms impatiently. You peek an eye open to watch him.

He looks so handsome as he glances up at you, eyes soft, mouth twitched into a smirk. “I thought you were going to sleep.”

“I am,” you reply, closing your eyes again. “Just wanted to admire the view one last time.” 

He chuckles lowly, “Sweet dreams, darling.”

He doesn’t move for a while, and you find yourself drifting off in the stillness. Your breathing slows, your mind growing quiet as sleep takes over you.

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The moment your breaths even out as your hands fall slack against your sides, Gale presses his face between your thighs. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick a long, hot stripe through your folds. You taste delicious on his tongue, and gods you’re so wet. You’re soaking his beard, and he’s hardly been between your thighs for longer than ten seconds.

He doesn’t care. You keep releasing cute little moans in your sleep as he takes you apart brick by brick. Or rather… lick by lick.

His hands grip your waist, keeping you close. Your hips buck involuntarily to meet his mouth, grinding against his face. Even in your sleep you’re seeking out pleasure from him. 

God forbid he won’t deliver.

He pulls back one of his hands to slide a finger into you. It goes easily. He adds another without any resistance. You’re so incredibly wet. He wants to remain between your thighs forever. Your sweet, slick arousal runs down his hand to his wrist, and he bends his head to lick it off. 

His hips rut against the floor of his tent, the act of eating you out so arousing to him he has to seek his own pleasure to mitigate the pain. He doesn’t mind. He’d rather see you cum over and over again before he ever does.

He slowly thrusts his fingers into you while mouthing at your clit, delighting in your shaky breaths and wanton moans. You look gorgeous, brows screwed together, sweat beading on your temple. You’re going to wake up soon, and damnit he’ll make sure it’s while you’re cumming.

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Warmth kindles between your thighs, pleasure and arousal pooling deep in your belly, tingling in your toes and rising through you.

Sleep drifts away from you, hanging onto the recesses of your mind, but ultimately not strong enough against the building pleasure you feel. 

You chase the feeling, the promise of sweet release. Your surroundings slowly begin to materialize around you. The feeling of your bedroll clenched between your fingers, the undeniable feeling of a mouth between your legs, the sound of low, rumbling, appreciative moans that vibrate through you.

Even the sound of your own cries are registering in your mind. 

The melting pleasure collapses into one pinpoint. A supernova explodes within you as your clit is sucked diligently while the two, long fingers buried inside you hook to press against your g-spot. 

Your back bows, eyes flying open as you cum against Gale’s warm and inviting mouth with a cry of his name. He guides you through it with gentle laps of his tongue through your folds. He mumbles words of encouragement, but they’re lost against your skin. 

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Gale.”

“Mm.” You can practically feel his pride radiating off of him from making you come. 

He continues to lick you through it until you’re coming again, hands fisted in his hair as his lips suck once more on your clit, his fingers fucking into you. Your legs quiver atop his shoulders, your mind utterly fucked into emptiness.

When it’s all too much you push him away, breathing heavily, contented tears in your eyes.

“Holy shit,” you huff, trying to catch your breath. “Maybe you should wake me up like that more often.”

His eyes sparkle excitedly. “If that is what you wish, I’d be glad to.” 

“You are such a giver. You really should let me take care of you sometimes.”

He shrugs. “I like giving. It brings me great pleasure to reside between your thighs for as long as you can stand.”

You sigh at his fanciful words, but you appreciate his adoration all the same. He crawls forward as you lean up to kiss him, the taste of yourself on his tongue rekindling the fire in your gut. His hand winds its way into your hair, the other squeezes your hip. 

“I need you inside me,” you whisper against his lips. “Now.” 

He groans, fingers flexing in your hair. Your body jolts with arousal at the sweet tug. 

“Say no more,” Gale says. “Your wish is my command.”

He takes off his trousers then rolls you onto your stomach. His hands grip your hips, pulling your ass up and backwards, and his knee comes between your thighs to press them apart. 

He guides the head of his cock through your slick folds and your hips squirm in anticipation.

He leans across your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “I wish you could see yourself on the battlefield. The way you look with someone else’s blood on your armor… The flush on your cheeks… The way you breathe… You’re so capable, so strong. I cannot help but stare.”

He eases his cock inside you and the two of you moan in tandem at the delightful feeling. Him, at your warmth. You, at the undeniable feeling of being filled. 

He bites lightly at your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “Sometimes I wish I could take you right there. In front of all of our friends and dead foes.”

You clench around him at his words, and he groans, hips snapping forward. You jolt against the bedroll, elbows digging into the feather down material. 

“Gale,” you whimper. 

He hums, “Yes. You’d be saying my name just. Like. That.” He delivers those three last words with hard thrusts, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing in the tent. 

He builds up the pace, fucking into you steadily. Your cheek squishes against your pillow as he fills you, your mind still sleepy but undeniably consumed by lust and love.

“What do you think? Would you like that, love? Would you like to be fucked in front of all our companions?” 

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, please, Gale. Need you—“

“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs. His hand skates across your stomach as his warm fingers settle over your clit. “As much as I’d love to indulge the fantasy, I’m not sure I’d want them to watch.” 

He begins to circle your clit with reverence, in time with his thrusts as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“I want you all to myself,” he grits. 

You cry out, melting against him, knees buckling as you reach your release. It rips through you, hard and fast. Unrelenting. A wildfire raging through your nerves. 

Gale chases after his own climax, thrusts growing sloppy and deeper, moans and praises spilling from his lips before he finally cums inside you, hips twitching. 

Your body trembles as the aftershocks roll through you. 

You collapse onto the bedroll, breathing heavily, and Gale pulls you into him. You both lie on your sides, him softening inside you. He buries kisses into your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“Are you all right?” he asks you, his thumb brushing comfortingly along your rib cage. 

“So good,” you respond, brain blissfully empty, as if the tadpole never existed. You already feel sleep crawling across your mind again, pulling you under. You yawn and grin happily, like a cat that’s gotten its warm milk. 

“Going back to bed already?” he teases, leaning up to press a kiss to your cheek. “I wear you out that much?” 

“Mhmm…”

“All right. Go to sleep darling. I’ll clean you up.”

You’re already halfway asleep when you feel his tongue dip into you once more, licking his cum out from inside you—

Oh well. You can catch up on sleep tomorrow.

[cvnt4him]

Izukus first time...

Grabbing a plan B!!

Izuku hurriedly jumped from building to building trying to rush to the nearest convenience store, he was on a mission and this mission was for the love of his life. He wouldn't fail you.

He jumped down into an alley next to the store before leveling his breathing and walking inside. He cleared his throat which caught the attention of the young girl at the front desk. She looked at him with a raised brow before her eyes blew wide, she got to see izuku with gray sweats on and a wrinkled black tank top. He kind of looked like bakugou [not that she knows who that is.]

She ate up the sight of izuku and bit her lip as he walked down every aisle he came to, he didn't bother reading the signs because he was in a hurry. He rushed down one then another before finding what he was looking for.

"yes! plan B, plan B, where could you be..."

He murmured to himself looking down the feminine hygiene aisle, he seen pads pregnancy tests tampons and many other things and he read every single name of everything that he could and none of them read plan B.

"what the hell??"

He was getting irritated, he had a job to do and wanted to get back to you as fast as possible to ensure not only that you were okay but that neither of you would get in trouble for even having sex and being in the same room unsupervised and without others in the first place.

He sighed in annoyance before walking up to the lady at the front desk who was happy to talk to the greenette. She smiled and perked her chest up to appear bigger. Sucks for her, izuku not only was not interested but didn't have time for her. Izuku was simply going to ask where he could find one before looking past the girl to see a plan B behind her. He was elated! He could finally get out of there and get back home to you!! He cleared his throat and gave her a polite smile before speaking,

"may I please have a plan B?"

She gives him a smile before her eyes widen. She looked him up and down and giggles, he felt rather uncomfortable but wouldn't let it show. He was nervous, anxious and terrified, he didn't have time to play games.

"what does a cutie pie like you need a plan B for??~"

She leaned against the table and smiled at him biting her lip and looking him up and down. Izuku tried not to let it show but he was getting very annoyed with everything. He had his mind set on two things. Grab plan B. Head home to girlfriend. That was his mission yet it was being stalled by some fucking lady who won't do her god damn job and give him what he's trying to pay for.

He sighs heavily to himself, the anger and annoyance threatening to spill from him if he uttered another word.

"my girlfriend."

The lady's smile falters as she looks him up and down once more before scoffing and grabbing the plan B with a smirk, she slowly handed it to him before yanking it out of his hand. Izuku looked at her with the most spiteful look in the world. He was literally mean mugging tf out of this girl chat. Stop why am I breaking character...

He groaned before standing on one leg with a hand on his hip and a shrug to his arms. What the hell was that for. He has someone to be, he was being rather polite, and he didn't have time for this. So why the fuck was she playing with him like he's a cat begging for a treat?

"money? Cutie pie?~"

She flirts with him, twirling one of her fingers in her hair and holding the box behind her back.

"you have to pay, big boy. However, there is another way you could pay for this.. if you don't have the money~"

She hints to the box, biting her lip and giggling. Izuku could not believe he was even stomaching this bullshit. He wanted to yell at this bitch and put her in her place, but he didn't have time for that. He wanted what was his so he could make it back to you.

"I'm perfectly capable of paying thank you."

He slams the money on the table making her jump and clear he throat. He gave her a rather forced smile with his hand out asking for the box that was now rightfully his now that he technically paid for it.

"fine. Whatever."

She rolled her eyes dropping the box in his hands before going to the back to 'check storage's or whatever the fuck. Izuku truly did not care, as long as this bitch got the message and left him the fuck alone so he could get back to you, he was as fit as a fiddle.

Izuku left the store before jumping on a trash bin and climbing on top of one building and jumping away. He was trying to make it back to you as quickly as possible and this dumb fucking whorish ass walking STD was wasting his time. He groaned to himself thinking about it. But it'd all be worth it once he got to lay in your arms!

He finally made it back to his window before bursting through it, he nearly fell over on to the floor due to how fast he was going he caught himself on the bed before looking around, he expected you to have gotten up to wash all of the cum off and out of you so he checked the bathroom. No sign of you, he checked his closet, under his bed and he even quietly opened his dorm door to see if you'd walked out just now because he took too long.

That was izukus first thought, that you had left because of how long it took. He sighed defeated, thinking of how much faster he could've been if that dumb, slut faced, glory hole, HIV having bitch hadn't wasted his time.

He set the box down on his bed side table before getting in bed. He sat down and instantly felt your weight in the bed. He whipped his head around to see you underneath his cover with your head covered snoring lowly and completely knocked the fuck out.

He chuckled to himself and let out a relieved breath. Izuku was so glad you were still there, so not only was he not too late, but you had simply just fallen asleep in his bed! He chuckled to himself before taking his shoes off, then his sweats, and finally his tank top, leaving him in his boxers. He scooted closer to you and grabbed you by your hips to get you as close as possible.

You groan and try to scoot away, you were kind of sweaty due to being underneath the cover and it was kind of warm in his room due to him leaving his window open so he could have an opening to come into. He didn't care how sweaty or sticky or icky you were or felt he wanted to be as close as possible. He kissed your sticky forehead and laid his head on top of yours sighing in content. He could finally lay with his girlfriend in peace.

He chuckles to himself as he slowly drifted off to sleep thinking about how he can't wait to tell you about his adventures of grabbing your plan B.

[yanderemommabean]

Drider Mahito please mama I am begging on my hands and knees

The spider crawls forward, humming and tilting his head as he examines a few spots of his surroundings. A small bush here, a skittering critter over there, and of course a terrified bounding deer that’s trying to avoid the fate of the current one dangling and bleeding in the creature's mouth. 

He’s so excited,the electricity thrumming over his skin. He wants to catch as many meals as he can, he’s sure if he catches the most then things will go just as planned! 

Mahito was positive that all he needed to do was show he could hunt, gather, and track to be able to win your heart. He’s kept an eye on you for about a month now, watched you celebrate a holiday here and there, and was just in awe. You’re so intriguing. Most humans have boring and too bland of a life for him to care for, but you…You have a way about you. The way you carry yourself, the way you stand up to people despite their rank in your nest, the way you favor one thing yet despise another. 

He wonders if you’re the kind to appreciate the beauties of eating one's family members. He could scoop up that pesky relative who questions too much, you seem to have an ire of sorts towards them. 

Ah, maybe as a first courting sort of gift. For now he has to at least get his feet in the door! 

Maybe you’d like that street cat as well? You cuddle the other ones though…mmm…No, best to leave it be. You humans have weird ways to show some creatures affection, and others horror and disdain. 

Though, he supposes that's every creature. 

Trudging around in the trees, he hums a small tune and waves to the other Driders and Nagas, finding their meals and their bones to chew on. Some wave with a smile, others move on with their eyes down or a soured look on their faces. 

They’re smart. They see the markings that Mahito bears and know to stay a good distance. He has a reputation for mauling and using his venom just because some dare to look him in the eye. But that doesn't mean he’s a monster! What? He can’t have fun and play around?! 

A crackle of leaves and twins makes everyone alert, and a wide, almost manic smile grows on Mahitos face. It's you! That scent, that heart beat, the heat he can see on your flesh-It’s you! Oh he can't wait! He can’t wait! 

He scurries forward, blood and meat dripping down his chin and chest as he hurries toward you, pupils wide and wild as he manages to pinpoint exactly where you are. Ah! Now that he’s this close, he’s suddenly nervous! 

But you look so pretty, so delicate, so easy to break and eat and devour if you were more of his prey….

Thankfully you’re his mate! Or, well, you will be! See, he isn’t keen on being told no to something he desperately wants. Be it food, territory, or a way to be with you every single day for the rest of his life. 

You’ll accept, you’ll come home with him, learn his name and learn to stay inside at all times when he isn’t beside you. You’ll kiss and laugh and you’ll tell him how much you love him, how he��s such a good boy for you, how he’s such a hard working hunter who deserves your attention and love and- 

He’s so lost in his excitement he doesn't hear the horrified screams you make as he drops the raw meat and bones at your feet. He just grins, a large tongue coming to swipe at his blood stained teeth as he waits like a dog for your answer and your praise. Surely you see how hard he’s worked on this right?! 

Oh…you’re…scurrying away again? 

Well that’s rather ungrateful don’t you think? 

After everything he’s done? 

His expression sours, but he doesn’t let you get away as he easily gets ahead of you, lifting you up with ease as you dangle in his grasp, begging for your life and terrified of the creature holding your life in his hands, literally. 

“Insolent little wretch. I swear. I did all of this and you’re just going to turn away?!” he hisses, teeth coming close to nipping your skin as you feel your heart seize in your chest. Your voice, quivering and weak, speaks out as he dangles you higher, wanting to see the fear in your eyes for denying him your courtship. 

“Please don’t kill me”. What? What the fuck are you talking about?! Why would you assume-

It clicks. You see him as a predator on the hunt rather than a mate to be loved by. Huh. How did you ever come to that conclusion? It’s like you think he’d eat your bone marrow or something! 

Then there’s a simple solution to this! He just holds you in his hand, tight and firm, carrying you and your wriggling body away to the dark edges of his territory as he explains how he’ll prove himself. 

It’s easy! You just have to let him show you how much he wants you! Well, it's more of a need at this point. He went feral just thinking of you with some other mate, human or not. And if those Naga's want their tails intact they’ll know to keep their distance.

-Mommabean (I hope you enjoyed!)

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Getting Hannibal Drunk

Y/N and Will thought it would be a great idea to get their boyfriend drunk. 

Well Y/N did.

“Will, please?” Y/N begged. He shook his head, “What if he tells us all his secrets and we become accomplices?” “Will, you’ve literally killed people.”

It took a whole week for Will to agree that it was a good idea. 

“So Han, we were thinking that it would be a good idea to get drunk tonight and have fun.” He looked at his two partners suspiciously. “What?” “You wanna get me drunk so I'll tell you everything.” “No, that's what we’re afraid of.” Will says. 

Hannibal was easy to get drunk once you gave him anything else besides Wine and Whiskey. 

Will’s jaw was dropped as Hannibal and Y/N giggled like school girls and whispered in each other’s ears. 

He decided to stay sober so nothing bad would happen. 

“That’s what he did today at a crime scene.” Hanni exclaims as he and Y/N were talking about Will being overprotective of them.

“No, really?” She whispered and looked over at Will as he stared at them with an eyebrow raised. “You know I can hear you two right?” 

Hanni looked at him. “I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary at the scene today.” Hannibal gave him a “really, bitch?” look. “You literally didn’t even want me going near the woods cuz you were afraid that I would get hurt.” “Or that you might get kidnapped.” Y/N pointed out. Hanni nodded.

“Well you two are the light of my life. I won’t let anything happen to you.” “Will, that was cheesy.” Y/N  said. Hannibal nodded, “So cheesy.” 

“Will, I can kill people.” Will looked at him unimpressed by his comment. 

“Let me do your skincare routine.” Y/N exclaimed and stood up. “You want to wash my face?” She nodded. “Am I ugly to you?” He asked and almost had tears. 

Y/N shook her head and took Hannibal’s hands. “You are sexy but you need to start cleansing.” 

Will smiled as Y/N convinced him to let her clean his skin. 

Hannibal stood in the bathroom with a mask on his face. Will was trying not to laugh. 

“Keep it on for 15 minutes.” She told Hannibal. He checked himself out in the mirror. “This feels weird.”

Will couldn’t hold back his laugh. Hannibal looked over at him, “Something funny, Will?” “No, you look good.” The man couldn’t hold back his laugh.

Ended up taking a picture of his lovers in their face masks. 

It’s now his lockscreen. 

 Hannibal of course had to bake for his lovers.

“2 shots of Vodka.” Will looked at the older man weird. “I showed him the vine.” Y/N said, giggling. “The What?” 

As the food was in the oven, Hanni looked at Will. Will looked back at him, “You’re so cute.” Hanni said as he pinched the man’s cheek. 

Will pulled away and rubbed his cheek. Y/N giggled and pulled on his other cheek. “He’s such a puppy.” 

Y/N knew that Will secretly loved to be called Puppy. 

“Puppy? That’s a new one. I like it!” Will then glared at Y/N for calling him that in front of Hannibal. 

“Well Y/N loves to be called kitten.” Will said with a smirk. Panties dropped. 

Y/N  glared at him as Hannibal chuckled. “You two do fight like cats and dogs sometimes.” 

Once the food was done Will decided to get it out being the only sober one. 

“Smells good.” Y/N said. Will nodded. 

“I know. I’m the best cook around.” Hannibal said cockily. “Hanni, there fucking cheese sticks.” 

Sober Hanni would never let his 2 lovers eat such a thing. 

Y/N and Will ate them up as Hanni watched them. He had a drunken smile on his face and he couldn’t believe the two most precious people in the world were his.

[inv3ga-or-d3ath]

It's not fair that ii always get to be the mean one

Barely proofread

+18 MDNI

ii x Mean Dom!femme reader

Denial Kink ii

“Only one of us is getting off tonight, ii. And I'll give you a hint who it is.”

A sharp squeal left your lips as you positioned the vibrator, nestling it right up against your g-spot. Your feet tapped against the bed, and your head shook in overwhelming pleasure. Your laptop camera jostling from the manic movements.

“And just think, this could have been you doing this to me. Oh fuck, I'm so close. Be a good boy and show me those hands.”

Drool was starting to pool at the corner of your lips from your impending orgasm, but all that mattered; what would be the tipping point, is if ii's cockhead was covered in precum and his hands to his sides.

“Sweetheart, it's been eight days! Please let me cum!” ii whispered as loud as he could in a bus of his sleeping Bandmates.

He had kept his laptop positioned closer to his chest to hide the fact that he had been stroking himself in slow, soft movements so as not to make a sound; so as not to incur a punishment, but he couldn't take it anymore.

“ii. Have you been touching yourself?” The purr in your voice gone and the sound of the vibrator clicked off. The look in your eyes clearly read, “pissed off.”

“Show me your hands. Show me them now.”

ii panicked. His hands were stained with sticky precum, and he knew if he showed you them, your solution to his misbehaving would be a torturous one. ii also knew that if he tried to wipe them off on the sheets, the laptop would shake and give him away.

“Sweetheart, love of my life, sublime being that which my life revolves around… Please take pity on me.”, he whined. “It's been eight days since you've let me cum, and it's been, fuck, almost a month since I've felt your warm, wet cunt around my cock. I am literally begging you for mercy.”

And that's when ii made a grave mistake. In his plea for mercy he made a praying geture; with glistening fingers and the way the laptop light shone on his face from him repositioning it to show how desperate he was for sweet release enhanced the view of his pink cheeks and blown out pupils.

“Oh, ii. Look how beautiful you are…” you cooed. Hope he had never felt before surged through him. But as quickly as your purr had resurfaced, it was just as hastily removed from your tone. ii knew he was fucked.

“You want to fuck me so bad, hm? That's exactly what you'll get, but I meant it when I said you're not cumming tonight. Or the next night. In fact,you're not cumming until I feel like you've earned it. Hands.” You tapped on your own keyboard where you wanted him to place his.

All he could do was whimper and let a tear drop. This was utter torment.

“Yes, love.”

Once you felt completely back in control, you let your voice sweet as honey begin to drip into his ears again.

“Wanna know how you're going to fuck me, baby?”

ii was unsure of if or how to respond, so he waited patiently for you to answer for him.

“Words, slut.”

A stuttered, “H-How,love?” Was all he could manage.

You pushed your laptop to the edge of the bed, and with a cheeky grin, you whispered, “One moment.”

You climbed off your bed and ii could hear a drawer open and he knew immediately what you were planning. His cock twitched to an aching degree and he couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

“You can't be serious, love! This is torture!”

With a cat that got the cream smile plastered on your face, you brought the all too familiar dildo into view; familiar in the sense that it was a perfect plastered cast of ii's cock. You both had agreed that you would only use It for simulated double penetration; a shared kink of yours. To use it like this was downright savage.

“Don't you want to see what you're missing? Don't you want to see the kind of pleasure you could be giving me? Answer me.”

ii couldn't deny that the thought of watching you get off on his cock from an angle that he would otherwise never be privy to made his cock throb to a painful degree, but you had promised.

“Love, you said tha-”

You swiftly cut him off to remind him of his promise.

“And who fondled their cock when they swore to be a good boy and enjoy the shows I put on specifically for him until he earned cumming privileges?”

And with that he shut up. And with that you spread your legs as far apart to give him the best show possible. Positioning his counterpart at your entrance, you stopped and giggled.

“Your bravery to go against my word has me sopping, baby. I shouldn't, but I will. Tonight you can cum with me. Now watch as I fill my hole with one quick thrust like you always do. 3…2…1…”

ii had never grabbed and pumped his cock so fast in his life.

The anticipation of being able to do this for real had you both moaning each other's names like a mantra, whining, growling, panting, all in under the span of five minutes.

Cruel and unusual? Perhaps. Worth it? Most certainly.

[void-bitten-ghost]

Husk going through a few of Angel's 'films' to try and figure out what the spider likes

Angel finding him hours later with popcorn watching some other Valentino Directed Shit that didn't feature him because, although Angel practically Makes whatever production he's in, there was only so much fake shit Husk could watch of his favourite demon without getting angry at the poorly hidden marks he could see in the florescent lighting

"Ya know," Husk says around a handful of salted popcorn, offering Angel some after he plopped himself down next to him. "That shitstained prick of a moth wouldn't be anywhere without you making his shitty scripts work."

"I know right," he beams, cuddling into the cat while taking a handful for himself. "He thinks he's such hot shit, try making an entire scene out of the words 'husband' and 'begging'. Begging for what? His life? To get fucked? Both? Am I a househusband? Am I waiting for My Husband? He literally gives me nothing to work with."

"At least you got a plot going in most of yours," Husk comments, throwing a few pieces at the screen. "This bitch ain't even trying."

Anyway, yeah, date night ripping apart Angel's boss (I wish I meant literally)

[legenbeery]

AITA for cheating on two different polycules, a family and a potential mystery fourth group at the same time?

Now hear me out, I, (Mystery Age M) am in what almost seems like a hunger games esque death game with many other players and have been for atleast 6 seasons now. This season we spawned in an unknown world with unknown ‘wild cards’ being constantly thrown at us and everything was uncertain. I ended up with B (42M) and T (also mystery age M). None of us were the strongest players I’ll admit, I’ve always brought a kind of washed up, pathetic wet cat energy to these death games. Early on I realised that with B and T as my teammates we may not be the strongest group. We were already messing up from the beginning, missing diamonds, falling behind in building (all because of B’s stupid golden rules with building and forcing me to build out of copper), me and B were also tense due to us going through a pseudo custody battle over a random horse, and overall I think we weren’t really feeling the love as much as we could. I tried bringing our team together a bit, tried to give us a tuff reputation by encouraging B and T to start messing with people and stealing but I wasn’t made for it, I always felt bad for stealing despite intending to be a tuff guy. I tried creating this plan so that no one would mess with us but it failed miserably, none of us are even remotely intimidating and it felt more like we were a joke than actual tuff guys, yet I tried to keep this to myself. Due to this insecurity I felt the need to also form an alliance with a random family (made up of J, 31M and G 28F) with a car that lived near us, the family were much stronger than both I and my supposed allies in my opinion and I was honestly kind of surprised that it was so easy to worm my way into their strong alliance but I wasn’t going to pass that opportunity so early on into this death game.

This next part is where I may start to sound a bit like the AH to some but the family just didn’t feel like enough and I had other wants for my death game experience. It all started when one day we were faced with these weird boys that made us answer trivia questions, we got rewards for correct answers in these trivia and I really wanted a trident. I however did not get a trident despite being so good at the trivia, I didn’t get a single question wrong and gave it my all to appease those silly bots but they didn’t want to give me what I wanted, it was if they knew and were purposely not giving me a trident. I then came across S (29M) who did have a trident and I was so jealous of him, so I started following him around, pestering him, sucking up to him and quite literally begging on my knees for him to give me a trident. Eventually S decided to try and make a deal, whether it be out of pity, affection or some other mystery intention I have no idea, but S started talking with his own alliance and despite the doubts of S’s alliance at the time, S managed to convince them to let me join their alliance and S would give me a trident (what a nice guy!). It was at this point that I realised that I was in too deep It was then that I realised that I now had a third cheating situation on my conscience, which also meant another sneaky link to hide, this caused me to constantly rush around to different team meetings in order to not arouse suspicion. I think quite a few of them were growing quite suspicious but I didn’t stop, I was in too deep to living life as a cheater. At one point later on in the death game I even ended up trying to insert myself into a fourth group! (Though they didn’t properly welcome me I tried - another cheating attempt, this one for no reason), I later found out that one of the guys in that fourth group, J (28M) genuinely thought I wanted a loyal involvement with them and didn’t even know I was already cheating with three different groups, apparently I was decently convincing? I do think atleast a few people suspected that I was cheating on them but didn’t speak up either way, or if they did it alludes me now.

So AITA for cheating on perhaps atleast 7 different people in total?

Edit: In the end none of these worked out for me as I ended up dying by my own hands ironically, and I accidentally killed both S and G and ruined my chances of maintaining these alliances much to my dismay. Just thought you guys would wanna know that cheating apparently isn’t a good survival strategy.

[ririwithrice]

Meet the Alters + explaining myself?

TW VENT, PERSONALITY DISORDERS, TRAUMA, CHILDHOOD TRAUMA, MENTAL ILLNESS ETC

hi, i’m roshi, and ever since i was little i’ve had moments where i’ve felt like multiple people or had conflicting opinions or felt guilty or conflicted about things i’ve said or decisions i’ve made before, as if they weren’t done by me or don’t actually align with my beliefs and interests. i often feel myself feeling like different people, switching like someone with a personality disorder, typically DID. i align with a vast majority of the symptoms of DID, howeverrr i haven’t had an official assessment of it or talked about it to a professional, or had a diagnosis.

I AM NOTTTT SAYING I HAVE DID OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT, DO I BELIEVE I COULD PROBABLY HAVE IT OR ANOTHER PERSONALITY DISORDER? YES. BUT IM MOT SAYING I DO AS ITS A SERIOUS CLAIM AND I NEED TO CONSULT A PROFESSIONAL BEFORE I AM CONCRETE WITH THAT CLAIM.

I do not want to make myself seem like a spectacle or like this is all fun and games and silliness. it’s not. is it fun and cute sometimes? yeah, and i love when the fun/sweet alters come to visit me, but it’s not always fun or cute. it leaves me feeling like i don’t know who i am at times, and like i’m no one or have no actual morals because i feel like i’m not a real or actual personality/person. it’s made me be mean and dismissive to my loved ones and felt awful about it afterwards. it makes me feel like i have no actual personality or interests because they always change or feel different. i have actually sometimes struggled to tell past dreams or delusions from reality and the possibility of that seriously affecting me (it hasn’t yet luckily) actually terrifies me but it’s not that extreme. mostly just random stuff but still scary. my symptoms have resulted from trauma and having to put up several fronts or create different versions of myself to satisfy others as soon as i was the age where i realised i was being perceived. (so like 6 or 7 lol)

i haven’t had a label to term these symptoms till now. it helps to have these labels for alters or symptoms even if i’m not 100% certain about my potential diagnosis. sorry for the vent if you just came for fun character profiles i promise the isn’t as sad or dark as it seems i’m just explaining my stand point!

if you have any questions please ask me i beg youuu do not feel guilty or weird it helps me to understand myself better literally!

OKAY NOW THE FUN PART

Alters:

RIRI ❤️

Riri is my little alter, I usually feel in a regressed state when i’m her, and i feel just small and silly and say weird or cute things, at least i think they’re cute lolz. i love when she visits and she’s so sweet and has brought me nothing but joy 99% of the time. she has her own blooog, unfortunately i haven’t switched to her properly in a while but she’ll be back soon :). this is her blog @ririxbot . think of her like a real life cat valentine.

she’s my first termed or labelled alter. i do not believe she is my first actual alter tho, as she’s pretty new on the scale of my symptoms starting. On here and other places i have been silly and comedic or weird and saying things like “yes yes” which is kind of her catchphrase lol, and just genuinely being a weird cute little character. i thought it was completely by choice and just a silly character i did but i soon started feeling like her involuntarily and switching to her without realising until i started thinking it was just age regression or good method acting but no, i felt like i was a different person. people brought the possibility of DID or things like that up and i did research and i started labelling myself with some aligning symptoms and terms. I had felt like i might have had it before but never truly felt like i did but now i am aware of it a lot. heh. it’s weird but she feels like a robot or some kind of doll? i don’t know it’s hard to describe it apart from using the word character, but it’s not a voluntary thing yk.

KURT 🦖

Okay, i’ll be honest, kurt can be a DICK sometimes. he’s been a dick to people before and i’ve felt awful about it and people don’t understand. i’ve obviously took responsibility and do not feel like i am absolved of it, i am not!!! but i hate when he makes me feel like that. BUTTT usually if you don’t get too sappy or anything he’ll be just a standard funny british lad (ejekejhekauehea). he’s masc and probably gay? it’s weird cause i’ve felt myself aligning with gay or mlm concepts or relationships but i am not a trans guy or transmasc so yeah i think that’s been him all along. lol. he’s kind of the opposite of riri. she’s sweet he’s not sour but not over affectionate or lovey dovey or the kindest which kinda sucks.i have mixed feelings about him :P he’s kinda new but i’m pretty sure he’s been around subtly before for a long time but only just became more dominant. I’d give him his own blog but he doesn’t care enough or visit enough. he usually litterally only visits on weekends it seems. he likes chilling and laughing at dumb shit. standard lad to be around usually. i like him. i think.

I don’t have any other fully fledged out or completely solid alters but i feel like some are starting to come alive lol, so i’ll update but for now those are the ones i feel most comfortable with talking about or genuinely exist in my opinion. thanks for listening :) please let me know your opinions!!! or questions but please be kind

[speakofthedebbie]

@manicali still inspiring me to chase my dreams so have some hazbin hotel incorrect quotes i made a while ago + four actually new ones (dividers cuz the last one hurt my eyes lol)

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alastor: overall, id say that experience was a net positive! vaggie: YOU KILLED AN ENTIRE BLOODLINE! alastor: net positive

kill em with kindness saga

charlie: if you kill someone with anything, kill em with kindness! angel: instructions unclear, i killed them with a tommy gun named kindness

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vaggie: alastor, why the fuck is there a dead sinner at our dining table?!? alastor: first of all, how dare you assume it was me- vaggie: literally who else would it be. alastor: -second of all, charlie told us the other day to "kill em with kindness" so i baked them a pie alastor: it was poisoned

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alastor: i toe the line between confidence and arrogance every day lucifer: i thought we all agreed that you are like. firmly on the arrogance side

--- (i altered the next one but you wouldnt know that)

alastor: you roughhouse with a guy one time and suddenly youre in timeout vaggie: alastor, you tried to kill him. and he was a guest alastor: key word being tried. hes still kicking, so i think i shouldnt be in trouble vaggie: do you know how many fucked up people would be walking the streets if that was how the world worked? alastor: i know. im one of them

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alastor: i only kill people who kinda deserved it vaggie: then whats with the dead sinner at your feet? alastor: he was saying something about women belonging in the kitchen vaggie: vaggie: ...fair

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charlie: al, what are you doing? alastor: stress release! charlie: ...youre stabbing a very life-like doll of my dad alastor: as i said, stress release!

---(the hotel needs a therapist frfr)

lucifer: who doesnt have a bit of existential dread in the morning? charlie: ...everyone??? husk: thats not normal? alastor: damn it angel: fuck! vaggie: oof niffty: *maniacal laughter in the corner* charlie: should i call someone???

---(charlie please get everyone a therapist trust exercises arent enough)

charlie: and what do we do when we feel overwhelmed? angel: drugs! alastor: go on a murder spree! niffty: a roach murder spree! lucifer: self-isolate for millennia! husk: drink until i forget what feelings are vaggie: irrationally hate on everyone! charlie: no!

---(luci the typa guy to talk to his cat frfr. maybe he actually understands her idk) [these next ones are actually new. yeah i had a bit of a backlog]

lucifer: hmm.. what about you, keekee? keekee: meow lucifer: my thoughts exactly

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lucifer: pancakes are the best breakfast food! alastor: id beg to differ lucifer: Then beg.

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lucifer: shower thoughts in the rain are still shower thoughts. if you think about it alastor: why am i in love with you again lucifer: i ask myself that question everyday :)

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alastor: what can i say, i aim to please lucifer: you have never said a nice thing to me in your life alastor: i love you :) lucifer: you have said one nice thing to me in your life

oki bye

[ponyosmom35]

friendly debates

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series chapter 9!

summary: debating with Soap at the dinner table makes even Ghost laugh.

warnings: none, super fluffy

Liability masterlist:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

“Dogs are superior by a longshot. They have more personality when it comes to their breed, and not every dog is the same. Some are really friendly and kind, and others will maul you to death. Cats are just... Cats” Soap explains, watching her eyes widen in response to him. The pair had been arguing about this for ten minutes when Gaz had mentioned his partner wanting to get a pet. Which he now regretted bringing up. 

“are you shitting me Johnny? what are you even saying! all dogs are the exact same, they love you, they follow you around, they need you. Cats each have distinct personalities, never met two similar in my life!”

“That's where you're wrong. Dogs all have different personalities Cats are the exact same. They all act like little shits, they look at you, meow, and then claw up your stuff and destroy it. Plus, dogs aren't dicks like cats are.”

“All of the dogs I had growing up were the same, they're lovable don't get me wrong! But they chose their person and they love them, you don't have to work for it. With a cat you've got to earn their respect and their love, it's something you have to work for, meaning its more worthwhile to own a cat” she defends

“They make you earn their trust and affection because they are the true assholes. Dogs are way better than cats”

Kyle makes eye contact with Price and Ghost as they enter the room, he runs over and grabs them “you guys gotta hear this” 

“sometimes they are assholes, I'll admit it. But that's personality baby! I swear one day I'm gonna have like five cats” she says, trying to keep her cool as Price and Ghost sit down next to them. She glances at Ghost sitting across from her and qucikly looks back to Johnny.

“I hate cats. I swear if you get a cat I'm gonna go apeshit on you”

“are you asking me to chose between you and the cats?”

“Yes, that's exactly what I'm asking”

“cats every time” she answers without hesitation, causing the table to erupt in laughter. All but one, smiling at her antics. 

“Damn. You're brutal” Kyle comments 

“don't fuck with me about cats suds! I warned you when you brought it up” She says pointing at Soap. Price laughs at her choice of nickname. 

“I'm telling ya, some of these cats are just the absolute bane of my existence. Especially when you have your hands full and they jump up on top of you and just dig their claws into you. It's torture”

“I'm sorry is the sergeant mactavish really comparing a cat to literal torture?” She asks as she giggles “you’re admtting that you’re afraid of little kitty cats? All you’ve done is give me ideas” 

“You wouldn't dare..., no. Anything but those cats, I beg of you”

“too late you've already gone too far” she shrugs 

“Noooooooooo! Have mercy, you devil!”

“funny” she responds, picking up a strand of her ginger hair. The men around her laugh loudly.

“Okay enough about cats, how about this, is soup cereal?” Gaz asks egging them on.

“Soup? I think it's more like a savory form of cereal” Soap nods, answering simply. 

“what the fuck did you just say? are you insane?” she asks

“It's literally a bowl, of liquid, and you eat it. That's just savory cereal”

“Johnny I am seriously questioning your sanity right now” she says seriously 

“You're questioning my sanity for calling soup a savory cereal? It is literally savory cereal.”

“okay repeat yourself one more time”

“Soup. Is. Savory. Cereal.” he says, earning a laugh from Ghost himself. 

“you're psychotic! soup is hot, cereal isn't”

“Soup can be hot, but it doesn't have to be. Do you think cold soup doesn't exist?”

“name literally one” she demands 

“Cold tomato soup.”

“Johnny tomato soup isn't cold” Price interjects “I've drank cold canned tomato soup” Soap shrugs 

“Thats disgusting” she cringes 

“Soup is savory cereal, LT what do you say? Back me up on this” Soap says wrapping an arm around Ghost’s shoulder. 

“You out of your right fuckin mind if you think soup is cereal” Ghost states causing the entire table to erupt in laughter. She smiles to herself as Soap continues to defend himself, clearly seeing out numebred he was. She makes eye contact with Ghost once again, accidently as their legs brush against eachtoher. She utters an apology and holds her hands to her cheeks, resting on them as she attmpets to hide her blushing face. 

Simon sits back with his arms crossed as he pretends to listen to the ridiclous claims the sergeant was making. He couldn’t help but look at her, he watched as she argued so passioantly about the simple topics. She was funny, a side he hadn’t seen from her before. She was charming, and sarcastic and quick witted. He’d always wondered why his teammates seemed to love her so much, now he understood the appeal. She was interesting, and she could hold her own. Still feeling bad about his behavior last week, he decides that he would apoligize. She didn’t deserve it.

chapter 10:

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[humongousgothskeletonfarm]

TGR CHAPTER 4 THOUGHTS

- i’m absolutely loving derek and derrick

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- THERE IS NO MORE OERFECT COURT U DO NOT HAVE TO LET URSELF BE CONTROLLED BY RIKOS OBSESSIVE DREAM ANYMORE JEAN

- JEAN I AM BEGGING U TO UNDERSTAND THAT EXY IS NOT ALL U ARE, U R SO MUCH MORE THAN U BELIEVE

- ““I’m going to destroy him,” he said. ​“Hyperbolically speaking, I hope,” Cat said. ​Jean only shrugged and left it to her to decide.” PLS

CHAPTER FIVE

- jean catching the ball mid air and hurting his hand god it kills me knowing he probably had to develop that quick reaction because riko would throw balls at him

- “Jean wouldn’t let his gaze linger, but he saw enough to put a hungry knot in his gut.” SHUT UP SHUT UP

- “Jean considered asking, decided he didn’t care enough to endure a conversation” my unsociable king

- i know jean is so mean and all but it is so fucking funny to read, he’s not putting up with anyone’s bs he literally cannot give anyone stupid the time of day

- Jeans lunch date with cody, ananya and pat is making me absolutely starving for Indian and i literally ate tikka masala last night

- jean hiding bark bark behind the fridge oh he’s so unserious

- cannot even begin to explain how much i adore cat and jeans relationship; how she helps him work through his food phobia and he trusts her so fucking much. CAT KISSING JEAN ON THE FOREHEAD!!!

CHAPTER SIX

- jean asking if the 4th of july is a holiday every year is cracking me up (let’s ignore the fact that he was so overworked in the ravens a team that didn’t recognise public holidays to stop training)

- JEAN NOT KNOWING HIS OWN BIRTHDAY OMGG NORA R U TRYING TO KILL ME

HIS 😭PARENTS 😭NEVER 😭DID 😭ANYTHING 😭FOR 😭HIS 😭BDAY😭

- jeremy saying “and i thought my family was bad” and laila immediately validating his trauma by saying “they are” is sooooo important to me, if ur family is bad then ur family is bad and u don’t have to invalidate ur own feelings by comparing ur trauma to others.

- OKKKKK I WAS WONDERING IF AARONS TRIAL WAS GONNA BE PART OF THIS BOOK/THE NEXT AND NOW WE HAVE CONFIRMATION OMFG

- “Hope your teammate gets acquitted, XOXO’?” i cackled

- also i have to say i am both nervous and excited to read about jean and kevin’s interview

- jean saying that last year was the foxes year and he’s so right

- “Sure,” Laila said dryly. “Ignoring the fatal overdose, the kidnapping, the murder charges, the rampant campus vandalization, and—Andrew,” she said, with an uncomfortable pause. “Great year for them otherwise.” ​“They won finals,” Jean pointed out. ​Laila looked to the ceiling for patience. “Oh, right. How could I have forgotten?” ​“Seeing how you needlessly threw away your season against them, I would hope you remembered.”

i love bitchy jean and sassy laila,, god nora write their group banter so fucking well i wanna be friends with them

- JEANS ONE SIDED BEEF WITH DERRICK IS TAKING ME TF OUT “first i have to destroy derrick” HES SO DRAMATIC ALL COZ DERRICK IMPLIED HE WAS BETTER THAN JEAN

- “even tried to hush the commentators when they talked over him with an opposing opinion.” IM PISSING MYSELF

- “It was more endearing than it should be, and Jeremy hid a smile against his long-empty mug whenever Jean got particularly rude.” ohhhhh jeremy ur so in love with that rude mouth

- jeremy getting all hot over Jean complimenting him is adorable

- my suspicions were correct, jeremy did have another sibling who passed away - jean asking jeremy if it ever gets easier breaks my heart

- Cats dedication to hating on jeremy’s family is so fucking real

- JEAN THINK XAVIERS TOP SURGERY SCARS WERE FROM HEART SURGERY AND BEING CONCERNED THAT HE WAS HEALTHY ENOIGH TO GET TACKLED IN FOOTBALL IS SO CUTE OMG MY NAIVE CHILD I LOVE HIM

- “Since it has no impact on how I play, he says it’s my prerogative to fix whatever’s broken. He doesn’t understand why he should have an opinion on my personal life one way or the other.” He smiled, slow and bright, and said, “I like him, Jeremy. Let’s keep him forever.” GODDDDD I LOVE HIM SO BAD HE JUST DOESNT GIVE A FUCKKK

- the only jean being upset about when xav explains being trans is him telling jean that because he’s so decent he doesn’t belong on the ravens and jean taking it as an insult because OBVIOUSLY he belongs on the ravens because he is a brilliant player and not understanding that other people would be rude to xav

- jeremy staring at jean while watching the fire works, “Jean’s lips grazed his cheekbone as Jean turned his head, and every coherent thought Jeremy had crumbled to dust.”, he’s soooooo in love it’s crazy

- jeremy doesn’t go to banquets???? i’m sensing some backstory coming our way!

[acesluvrxx]

waiting for aces bday

i love love love love ace likeeee yall js dont fw ace like i do BRUHHHHHHH

anyways!! random essay about MY man bcus i love him and its 2:30 am and im on my period ..

i love you portgas d. ace. i’ve found comfort in you during the hardest moments of my life. you’ve always been there for me. i love everything about you. i cherish everything about you. your questionable choices, your admirable ambition about achieving your goals, your smile, your freckles, your dimples, your hat, the smileys on your hat as well as the red beads, your two belts, your compass watch, your bracelet that looks like a candy cane, that little blue latch on bag around your knee, the thing on ur elbow (what is that) your tattoos your silly little black boots that i wish were at my doorstep already ughhhh literally everythinggg ur so perfect

he’s just so important to me! like i actually cry over him everyday! like right now! im sitting on my bed listening to “boy is mine” by brandy & monica whisper-shouting the lyrics while pointing to my ace shrine! and wishing he was here to comfort me while these cramps make me want to jump!

i want his hands in mine, i want to do that cute thing where we compare hand sizes and have banter like “your hand is so big ace” and he’d be like “nah, yours are just small” ARGHHHH MY HEARTTT I CANT and they’d be all freckled and calloused but still warm bcus hes fireeeeeeeeeeee

why am i lowk spasming ugh I LOVE ACE i love all his outfits too !

and dont even get me started on him as a character like he deserved the best out of the world and js. WHEN I CATCH U ODA. i will defend ace with my life if anyone tries to play w me about him.

like wym he was born to die? no? hes safe at home with me and our 312 babies and one cat? marineford was filler. blackbeard is in hell. so is akainu.

its just. the way words literally can not describe how i feel towards this man like he is the most perfect, finest, handsomest, hottest, charming, fiery, hot-headed, polite, respectful, softie, caring, protective man ever i do not care if its greasy ace, wano ace, older ace, manga ace, treasure cruise ace, horribly 3d animated ace, or boichi ace i see any kind of ace and i’m on my knees begging with my mouth wide open or bent over and legs spread like please baby i can take all of it rough or gentle however you want it i will comply but at the same time i’m so genuinely in love with him like ace altered my brain chemistry because i physically can not find any other man fine.. because they can’t be !! ace IS perfect !! he’s so respectful and fine!! and like bro? his voice is so pretty? he is so slay? like he took out five marine ships with one fire fist? his va also just casually cooks food for the rest of the cast? is there something ace can’t do fr like.. AND OMG I COULD YAP ABOUT HIS PRETTY, SINCERE SMILE ALLL DAYYYY ITS SOOO CUTEE LIKE PLEASEE I BOUGHT THE RING TOO JUST PROPOSE BAE IF U DONT I WILL its so sweet and pretty he’s smiling at me all day i’m smiling back and crying WAHHHHHHHW9HUEHGAEIRHGIUGIDFIGHDIFHIDFHBIRJEGODIBGDKGJD LISTENING TO HIS SONG ON LOOP LIKE BAE?? U SAVED MY HEART?? i just want to cuddle him and hug him and hold him and kiss him and make him feel better about himself bc garp is a bitch?? so is akainu?? everyone’s a bitch except luffy, whitebeard, and sabo pretty much HE DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE HATED ON JUST FOR LIVING LIKE ROGER YO BITCH ASS DID NOT HAVE TO NEGLECT YO CHILD AND PUT THE BURDEN OF BEING YO SON ON HIM SINCE THE MOMENT HE WAS BORN??

i will tell him he’s pretty and that he deserves to be alive and that he’s worth it and whoever shits on him is a piece of shit who don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about !! i want to be there for him and take him on dates and make him happy !! ill become a housewife bae i already got the apron on !! ill cook yo fave food, bathe u, bathe with you, do all of ur hobbies with u, sleep with u like anytime u fall asleep on me or anywhere? bae i have a blanket prepared ill tuck u in make sure u have a good sleep kiss u goodnight every night and tell u how much i love u even if its annoying ace u are my everything idk what to do bc i will not accept anyone else into my life atp.. ace ur my man my only man

i luv u portgas d ace

goodnight every1

[yuri-is-online]

Hi hope you have a nice day.

I’d like to request prompt 9 with azul , ace and epel

Please feel free to ignore this

9. You weren't technically invited to this event but it's a Masquerade! It's not like anyone will notice or care if you sneak in, so you do just that and find a really depressed friend of yours lamenting they won't get to dance with their crush.

My dear friend there is no need to be so shy, I asked for requests. You have no need to ask me to ignore you! Hold your head high, you are more than welcome here ⊂(・ヮ・⊂)

As a note I got a separate request for this prompt from Azul's pov which I still intend to write and post in addition to this, but if said requester wishes for an additional character they are more than welcome to send a message, there is no time limit on that.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, I could not for the fucking life of me find any of the music I wanted to use for Azul. No piano cover for the first song and then no instrumental version of "Part of Your World" from Dreamlight Valley; why that isn't on youtube when it is my literal favorite arrangement of the song I couldn't tell you smh. I did manage to find something close to it though... The rest of the event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Azul

Magic shmagic, you have got to be some sort of wizard with just how well you managed to weasel your way into this stupid party. No one had been checking invitations, probably assuming that no one without magic would bother taking time to make an elaborate ensemble just to get their hands on some prime snacks. Clearly they underestimated the great responsibility bestowed upon the owner of a set of tupperware. You would have added "and a cat monster" but you are not stupid enough to think you own Grim.

Or humiliated enough to suggest that he owns you, but the less chances you take at making him sneeze and wake up to a suspiciously empty dorm the better. You didn't need him storming the castle crying about how he woke up all alone and was scared wasn't invited. Not that you hadn't considered that plan together before Crewel had made it extra clear just what the consequences would be for that. The food tables are positioned close to a balcony you had spotted earlier, empty save for a piano that you swear has to be desperately out of tune.

Or at least that had been what you thought on your way in. That clearly isn't true from the song that's snapped your attention away from your mission towards it. You know the song that's being played, or at least you think you do. It causes some strange cognitive dissonance in you, you try to tell yourself that it simply can't be real, even as the words bubble up in your throat trying to make up for the missing instruments. The person playing it somehow makes the dissonance worse.

Azul, because it has to be him, no one else has eyes quite as lovely even if they seem strangely sad behind his mask, clearly is not expecting to be observed. He is far too relaxed, too caught up in some strange thought playing a jazz song so hauntingly out of place against the classical background of the Masquerade. If you were yourself tonight, you would think about reaching out to close the gap, but to do that would be to give yourself away, put you firmly in the tight grasp of his debt that you will likely be powerless to repay.

And yet, he looks to see you anyway, the edges of his lips flickering into business as he surprisingly does not stop playing. Instead he moves the piece into one he thinks "you" will recognize before finishing with a flourish.

It is all you can do to clap politely so as not to drop all pretense. "I am sorry for interrupting you." You try, but you know as well as he that disguised or not, Azul will not let you off this easily.

"Oh it's no trouble really." He stands up from the bench with a flourish. "I was just helping myself, really what were the hosts thinking leaving such a lovely piano out here all alone? It's practically begging to be played."

"Of course." You hope, not with much optimism, Azul doesn't notice you looking for an exit. The last thing you want is a reason to be more awkward around your handsome classmate than you already are. "You chose such a unique song for it too, I couldn't help but be distracted." He falters, fingers dropping back to the keys gently running over them in a strange show of emotion.

"it is isn't it." He states it, more to himself than you as you beat away the unhelpful desire to describe his playing as "out of this world," not wanting to deal with any judgment later. The look Azul has on his face can almost be described as... fond as he continues to speak more to himself than you. "A... friend of mine taught it to me. I have been practicing it for them. For tonight." You almost ask who he is referring to, afraid he might mention some other poor lost soul from another world because you certainly do not remember teaching him any music let alone that song. You have a vague memory of playing something at Floyd's request, but that had been ages ago, and Azul had certainly not been there.

At least not in your line of sight.

"I should let you get back to them then." You say lamely, hopefully Azul will pass that off as disinterest in his personal affairs and let you go. This is starting to get bad for your heart.

"They're not here sadly. No thanks to me, if only they had thought to ask for my help..." He returns to the piano, so genuinely disappointed you are almost angry at yourself for not thinking to ask this poor man who certainly only would have asked for your last dance and not your soul or first born. "It's got to be an important song to them if they remembered how to play it... right?"

Or maybe he would, just in a more romantic way. He certainly seems more focused on the phantom of you than anything else and that has to be some sort of accomplishment. It is all you can do to swallow your guilty conscious enough to leave with your disguise in tact.

Ace

"Yuu! Oi why are you running I knew you would-" Ace's hand stops just in front of you, his smile and optimism completely gone with his brain cells apparently as he retreats. "Ha, sorry." His places his hand behind his head casually, voice dropping to that similar serious tone as it had earlier in the night when he had asked for you to tell him he looked good. "Thought you were somebody else."

"Sorry." You really mean it, as much as you just want to shake off the disguise and let him know he was right that would be way too dangerous. Everyone knows you were not invited, and everyone knows his behavior around you. No matter how much your heart sings that he saw through you, it would get him into so much trouble if he was suspected of helping you in this little adventure.

"Nah it's not your fault, I'm just annoyed." Ace has apparently decided that you are his new old friend for the evening anyway, bracing himself against the pillar with a huff as you give into temptation to stay with him just a bit longer. "Seriously it is going to be such a pain later! Deuce is all like 'we should enjoy ourselves the prefect will be mad if we let them ruin it for us.' Please like I would want my friends to be celebrating when I'm not there."

"You're not your friend though." You try to not laugh as you say it because of course that's what Ace would say. You can easily picture him sulking if it had just been Deuce and you who were off to a Masquerade all while acting like he is truly not bothered as soon as you pay him any attention. "It's not like it's your fault they're not here."

"Ha, sure feels like it." He is back to being oddly serious, you can't decide if you just think the attitude doesn't suit him or are angry he is spilling his guts to a masked stranger and not the real you. He has to know you would listen, but then maybe that's the problem. "You have to have that one friend who never sticks up for themselves right? Everybody does. Just don't make the mistake of- well they're stupid difficult to look after but someone's gotta do it right? No shame if you end up liking them."

"Oh yeah of course." Ace is going to never speak to you again if he figures out this is you. Or if he knows you were thinking about him when he started complaining about having a "friend" that's hard to look after. "No shame at all, really it's annoying how much cuter it makes them."

"You get it." He nods then remembers he is supposed to be the laid back guy in your friend group and returning to his "normal" attitude. "I mean who doesn't understand that? Seriously how tropey can things get sometime, like who still falls for their best friend anymore? How stupid does life think I am- look," he claps you on the back before steeling himself to head off back to where you assume Deuce and the other members of the Heartslabyul crew are, "you see any out of place, magicless prefects you bring them right to me yeah? They owe me a dance for all the headaches they've caused me this past year. And you had best bet I intend to collect." And just like that he's gone. Off to his friends, probably to poke Riddle some to ignore just how vulnerable he decided to be tonight.

And leaving you silently screaming into the night.

Epel

"SHHHHH!" Epel's a deceptively strong guy, it's something he would probably be bragging about right now if he knew you were thinking it. Well maybe not just right now, he has his hand roughly over your mouth as his eyes dart from side to side begging that it's just Vil that's on his tail and not Rook.

Something you are equally begging god for because there is no way that freak of nature is going to not recognize you immediately. Not that you are 100% certain he would turn you in, but there is something extremely uncomfortable about being known to begin with let alone when you are supposed to be disguised. Finally, the specter of the Queen passes by your little nook and Epel lets you go with a sigh.

"M'sorry." Epel is looking up at you like a kicked puppy, you can't tell if it's intentional or he really is just that remorseful. The two of you float towards the tempting fresh air of the balcony, Epel pouting up at the sky as if he is a princess about to break into song about how boring his life is and how if he could just run away into the great yonder he would. "I just really don't want to deal with my Housewarden right now. He keeps say'n I should make the most of the night or else I'll shame Pomefiore, but I just don't care." Well that's not exactly news but still, maybe you can help him snap out of it so he doesn't get into a heap of trouble he'll be complaining about later.

"Aren't you having fun with your friends?" It's a simple first option, safe enough for you to say even though you are supposed to be a stranger. Epel lets out a somewhat predictable sigh, though the sheer force of longing hidden in the eyes you swear are almost shining is not something you expected.

"Well yeah, but a Masquerade like this is super fancy right? There's all these costumes, music fit for slow dancing, perfect thing ta' do with someone special." Epel relaxes, completely comfortable with what he's saying to a supposed stranger in supposed anonymity as if he isn't sending you spiraling with that little admission. "I was really countin' on Yuu bein here." He closes his eyes, almost as if he is imagining what he would be doing if you had been invited and weren't... sneaking around hearing him admit something he definitely did not intend to do like this.

"D-don't you want to dance?" You say it more to distract yourself than Epel, honestly you would love nothing more than to hear him talk about all the fancy things he wants to do with this allegedly special person, but you need an out before he figures things out. Before Vil figures out that Epel's really shirking things and sends Rook. Before-

"Aw yer mighty charmin' but I got my eye on someone already." before Epel makes it super clear just what it is he feels and leaves you no room for denial. You almost feel sorry for the hypothetical stranger you are, Epel looks so... happy when he talks about you. You're almost jealous of yourself. "Say, you got an eye for fancy things? It's gotta suck bein left out of the party so I wanna bring my friend somethin' special but I ain't gotta clue what to do."

"Yourself." You say softly, feather twitching just out of the corner of your eye signalling your que to leave. "If you want to bring your friend something special you should just bring yourself."