#M answers

[monstermommie]

awwh, you actually want me to edge you? pathetic, i’d love to. you’re such an obedient little slut, so patient for me. were you waiting for me to post this, hm? poor thing, I can tell how badly you want this. gonna be a good listener for me? you do know it’s November, right? shouldn’t be cumming at all. awwh, its okay, i understand. desperate pups like you can’t go a whole month without stuffing their needy holes.

you're so good at this, sweetheart, such a good reader for me. letting me guide you, eager to do whatever I command. keep your hand exactly where it is, shouldn’t be where you really need it yet, so close yet so far. that's it, sweetheart, just like that. I bet it's driving you wild, hm? awwh, you're doing so well holding back. go on, rub yourself through your pants for me. that feel good, puppy? yea? god you’re desperate. shh theeere you go, touch yourself just how you like it.

d’you wanna use a toy? cmere, get your favourite toy and spread those pretty legs for me. that’s it, puppy. right thhhere, make yourself feel good. let it build, let that familiar ache settle in. you're so close, aren't you? already starting throb for me, hm? shh, not yet, hold off for me. good toy, don’t you dare cum yet. bring yourself to the edge two more times, beg for it in my ask box.

you've been so patient, listening so well, I can tell it's taken everything in you. you deserve it, pretty baby. go on, sink into every bit of that pleasure, let it wash over you. cum for me, that’s it, there you go. you’re such a good toy.

[roosterbruiser]

I am thinking about Jake being uncomfy w touch from most people (and therefore being a little unknowingly touch starved) but doing small things to get your touch: leaning his head towards you so you play with his hair, gently touching your leg to get your attention, wrapping your ankles together under the table.

And the reader maybe not 100% picking up on it at first until he comes out and says it? Okay ily thanks for listening 🫶🏻🫶🏻

you've noticed it here and there--nothing outwardly in-your-face that screams help me! I'm touch-starved! no, it's much smaller than that. so much smaller that you don't realize it on your own at all.

like when you're at the grocery store and Jake comes up behind you, peppering your throat with kisses in the produce aisle as the sprinklers lightly wet the goosed skin of your forearms. like when he stands with his chest pressed against your back, arms caging you in, as he holds onto the cart and pushes as you do.

"looked heavy," he always insists softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

or when you're watching a movie at home, your feet resting on the coffee table beside his. he's always tucked up right beside you, his arm on the back of the touch behind your head. sometimes, during a more boring part, he'll gently drag his fingers through your hair and watch your face for a few moments. and when you catch him, he always squeezes your thigh, smiles coyly, and shrugs his way through a half-hearted apology.

"you're much more interesting than Bridget Jones," he'll say.

when you go to The Hard Deck with him, he's always hands-on. palm resting on your knee as you sit at the bar, chin on your shoulder while he waits for his turn in pool, body molded around yours as he teaches you how to shoot darts, lips against your cheek and fingers wrapped around your wrist when you excuse yourself to head to the restroom.

"don't be too long," he always teases, laughing when you roll your eyes.

right now, under the blue sky and before the dying fire pit in Maverick's backyard, you're beside Javy. the two of you are watching Jake and Rooster try and help Amelia do her first ever cartwheel in the grass, paper plates balanced on your knees.

"you're special," Javy says with a broad grin, waggling his eyebrows at you as you watch your boyfriend spot Amelia. "he's so whipped."

"oh, is that what you've decided?" you ask with a small smile, glancing at him.

"no, really," Javy insists. "that man's all over you."

you shift to look at Javy with a perched brow.

"yeah, that's the thing about being in love," you tease. "anyway, isn't he all over everyone?"

when Javy barks out a laugh, you bite your lip.

"sweetheart, he's not all over anyone any time--at all." when you look at him with an expression of disbelief covering your features, he nods to Jake. "we've been friends since the academy. I think he's hugged me...once? and when he saved Rooster's life? they shook hands. shook hands!"

with a peculiar sour taste on your tongue, you glance back at your boyfriend. and then it's suddenly clear as day--he doesn't really touch anyone but you. even now, as he's helping Amelia on the grass, his hands are merely hovering her shoulders. he's standing several paces away from Rooster.

"racking your brain?" Javy asks, arms crossed. "don't waste your time. I'm right!"

sticking your tongue out at Javy, you set your plat on the grass and stand up, starting for your boyfriend.

he notices you immediately--like he always does when you head in his direction. he's grinning immediately, one that eats all his features until he's just dimples and lips and teeth, hands resting on his hips.

Rooster, who's watching slyly, starts to casually hum the bridal march. Jake doesn't stop him.

"hey," you say softly as you approach. "get her into the Olympics yet?"

"almost," Jake sighs, immediately wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you against him. "she's just gotta believe in herself!"

Amelia, with her face red and her disposition less than sunny, huffs at Jake.

"I'm trying!"

Jake laughs, kissing the top of your head, resting his hands on your hips as he connects your bodies. you melt into him--just like he likes.

it feel so very natural to be up against him, being held tight under the dying sky. no wonder you hadn't exactly noticed that he isn't like this with everyone else--when he holds you, it just feels like something that's in his nature.

when you glance back over at Javy, he has his arms crossed over his chest. he's grinning from ear to ear, rapidly doing a whip motion in the air.

[maaxverstappen]

Mandy… we must discuss max/oscar… what is the lore… what are the notes…. Im clocked in ma’am im ready to be deluded — wiz

ok so i called myself the unofficial head of this ship (lol) but actually looking through the tumblr tag i must denounce myself and crown @nyoomfruits instead bc she has been on it from day 1

max and oscar are just so similar i think they get each other!! they're both very down to earth and very focussed on the job. both of them hailed as extraordinary in lower formulas and quickly making their way up (ofc max's was very quick and oscar had his year out, but still all things considered). i feel like a lot of it is max being surprised about oscar, i dont think he expected that deadpan energy/serious but enjoying it/quick wit from him and now hes like oh i see, i get it. maybe also helps how much lando gets along with oscar and max obvs likes lando. trusts his opinion.

max praising oscar when he hardly ever praises anyone like this

oscar looking up at max with awe and eagerness (its a still from a video but let me have this)

this tho!!! max never sits on the floor but sees oscar doing it so joins him?! for no reason?! lando was in the chair it wouldve been so easy to sit next to him (as he then does later) "thank you mercedes" and then max's fond laugh and almost surprise. surprise that oscar can be witty like that!! max didnt expect it oscar turning around to watch the screen and being too late. max laughing at him, checking to see if lando is laughing too. if it isnt weird that max is laughing at oscar's joke/misfortune. max then doubling down and voicing what happened as if they didnt all just witness it right there.

like i said on the oscar discord too, i think oscar would indulge max's maxplaining!! he enables it and is like "Huh, I never thought about it like that. Have you considered that [x]" and then suddenly its 11pm and everyone else has left the paddock before they even look up from their convo

and

they would absolutely bicker over Everything but neither would really perceive it as bickering. thats just how they are

also they both have cat energy so

[imabillyami]

That Roman/Seth build-up was amazing storytelling, and im glad their exploring this trauma. The fact they took everyone out like the shield then went ABSOLUTELY feral, snapping, losing all control. I hope that's the mania match.

Oh god, right?

The OG shield girly in me was SCREAMING. This was executed to perfection from these two. Then again, they are the best their generation has to offer (in this company anyway), so no surprises there.

This has to be the Mania match. It HAS to. Cause Seth is the reason Cody won at WM. He's the reason Roman lost everything there for a while. And he walked away just fine (at least in Roman's eyes). And in Seth's eyes Roman has probably gained back so much of what he'd previously lost too quickly. Seth probably feels like his sacrifice was all for nothing if they don't stop Roman now. That, plus their 10+ years of history? They'd be foolish not to capitalize on that.

I'm curious to see if they'll end up throwing Punk in the mix, but I'd prefer a 1-on-1 between them for sure. Cause they'd do nothing short of kill each other in the match to end all matches. They're the ideal dance partners for each other and they've proven it time and time again.

I'd love nothing more than to watch them dance again. One last final dance. The big one.

(And if you go into the lore, Seth cost Roman his first big WM moment back in 2015. Wouldn't it be poetic to have that last match against each other 10 years later? On the biggest stage of them all?)

[mad-madam-m]

Do you have an ao3 account with all your writing works? I found you from the sterek "what if Derek was the catatonic patient after the fire?" And I'm in dire need to either read more or read more of your sterek work.

I do indeed! I am mikkimouse on AO3.

And that particular fic is While You Were(n't Quite) Sleeping.

I hope you enjoy!

[our-mspec-experience]

being trans is fun because i went straight —> lesbian —> bisexual —> gay man —> bisexual. truly the gotta catch em all of sexualities

you really did collect them all, glad you figured it out!

[dividedsingularity]

Just wanna say your art is super inspiring. Tell te-ka I said hello

🫶

"Thank you, and hello to you as well, kind stranger! It is not often dear Menix receives such heartfelt comments on her artistic efforts."

And a thank you from me as well, it means so so much to read that!! Have a quick doodle for your kindness ^^

[billybabyy]

One more boop! 💙

Boop!

[mpathicoracle]

"All Tomorrows" it's a story about future of humankind where they meet more advanced alien race.

Honestly you should read it yourself is you want the full (a bit unsettling) experience, I'm not sure if you'd like to be spoiled on everything, but it has a lot of different civilizations spread out all around the galaxy. Human ones, the ones that hardly could be considered human anymore, and even couple with non-earth origins.

The races have their history, cultures and so on, at least for me this book is a great sci-fi inspiration.

There was even a big "fandom" for some time, after one guy made a video on yt about it, but many people quickly left, due to lack of more content.

But still, there's a lot of fan made stuff too, you can DM me about it if you'd like. About "All Tomorrows" or different sci-fi books/media.

oh bet that sounds amazing and legit right up my alley for the scifi thing I'm workin on imma def see if my library has it

thanks for the recommendation!!! I love having new reference material for my space nerd brain to get wrapped around ^3^ /gen

[mr-m-murdock]

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE OPF. AMAZING SERIES, CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE.

Ps. Any chance of a slightly jealous Natasha?

It's always reader who is the jealous one.

mine

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces |

warnings: jealousy? societal assimilation? misuse of a prompt for a pillow fight? sorry anon. (But if you want better jealous!natasha, go see fuck around and find out)

a/n: platonic!kate bishop x reader. natasha being dumb

"No, no, you cross your hands over for the first one," Kate says, pushing your wrists this way and that. "Look." She positions your hands palm up and pats them back and forth with her own.

"Okay," you say. Your legs are beginning to cramp. "Start again."

"Okay, sure," Kate says. She claps and you copy. She reaches out a palm, you flatten yours against hers and then you slip your fingers in between hers and grab hold before she can slip away again. The looks of shock, confusion, disappointment and careful amusement crossing her face in quick succession crack your serious expression and you can't help it: you burst out laughing.

Kate yanks her hand away, half-giggling. "Stop messing with me!" she protests.

"But it's funny," you say, your laughs giving in to little hiccups. "Let's play Super Mario again-"

"No, you beat me every time-"

"Please, Kate, please this is soooo boring," you groan.

"I'm giving you your preschool education!" Kate protests.

"I have two Master's degrees," you say, fixing her with a stare.

"Yeah, but you don't know how to play pattycake."

"You're a pattycake. Turn the TV on."

"You are so rude," Kate says, grabbing a pillow and swatting you gently with it. You raise your eyebrows at her.

"You are going to start a war you can't win, Bishop," you warn. Kate just giggles and swats you again. "Alright, that's it." You shove at her, toppling her to the carpet, grab the couch seat cushion, and begin to bludgeon her over the head with it. Shaking with laughter, Kate can do nothing but take it.

"Hey." You pause, the couch cushion poised to deliver a last blow. Kate pants on the floor. Natalia is standing over you, looking sharply curious. "What's going on?"

"She refused to play Mario with me," you grumble. Natalia's shoulders shift somewhat.

"Oh," she says. Like you've relieved her. "Right. Well, you brough it on yourself, Bishop."

"Eirgh," Kate groans.

Natalia touches your cheek, almost absentmindedly, then moves your hair behind your ear. "Don't have too much fun," she says, too lightly. Then she moves away, slow.

"That was weird," you say when she's gone. Then you shrug and bring the cushion down on Kate's shoulders, to squeals and weak protests.

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[nyxvuxoa]

Hey, I saw that more than one of your GIF sets were stolen and you were notified by someone else. I just want you to know that I never liked the stolen GIF set of ATJ as Ben Leonard because I knew I seen the GIF set back in late May of 2023 by you. I will be happy to make a post letting everyone know that some of your GIF sets were stolen to make everyone aware of and I can tag you in it if would like me to do that. I hope no one else have to go through this.

Hey sweetie.

It's not just my gifs. This person, from what I could tell, he is taking any sets that he likes and re-uploading them in the same order, with the same stuff written in the post. I noticed gifs from tay-swift, menin4k, and the person that was nice enough to tag me noticed another one as well. So I can only assume any gifs he's posted are all someone else gifs.

[monstermommie]

i can't really think of any kink i wouldn't like to see on this blog. in my opinion, you can just post whatever you want and if people don't like it they just don't have to read it, right? thank you for the writing though, it's very kind of you to help a stray pup out when they need some relief and don't have an owner

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you’re fast asleep, a combination of getting fucked senseless and a couple THC gummies keeping you sedated. the weed only managed to make me insufferably horny, my tolerance being much higher than yours. your hole still sore from the girthy weighted strap you took moments prior. jfc, im so aroused right now. fucked you to sleep and now its my turn to get off. my fresh nails too sharp, your fingers will feel so much better. its like they were made for me, you’ve always been my fuck toy. i roll you onto your back, careful not to wake you. throwing my soft thigh across your waist, leaking against your rising stomach. good, you’re definitely asleep. i slip your index finger into my already soaked hole, swallowing it greedily, clenching around the excess space. i feel so empty, fuck. taking another finger, i drive it deep into me. god, you’re such a good toy for me. i fuck myself on your fingers, hard and fast. you’re just a dildo to me, a toy for my pleasure. gushing all over your hand, my slick pooling in your palm, i can’t stop. i cum over and over on your hand, squirting and dripping every time. several rounds in, you wake up, foggily, slowly realizing the state of your hand. desperate to please me, you start working your fingers against my g-spot, my eyes rolling back with every thrust. “fuck, you’re so good at that, puppy. feels so much better than when i do it.” i cum harder than all the previous orgasms combined and go to slide off of you for the night. you hold me close and in a barely coherent hush of slurred words, beg me to stay where i am so you can sleep with me not only on top of you, but also with your fingers buried deep inside me. you’re not going to believe this in the morning.

[roosterbruiser]

I am way, way early for sleepover day butttt this popped into my head and I’m curious to see what you can do with “This is my wife, Dr. Bradshaw. She’s been accused of stirring the pot before.”

(I, an aspiring PhD, am FERAL for being called doctor. I’m also curious what Dr. Bradshaw did. If it doesn’t spark inspo, are you studying anything? What was your favorite subject in school?)

standing at the bar, a smile tugging on your lips as the suns sinks into the ocean just outside, you sigh a happy sigh. you're off work for the next several days--which rarely happens--and that means you can spend every waking moment with your hunk of a husband.

he's currently losing a game of pool to Phoenix, who's tickled pink that you're here so Bradley won't pout all night, and stealing glances at you whenever he can chance it.

God, does he look good, too--that dumb Hawaiian shirt that really must have some sort of magic in it, a tight white t-shirt, blue jeans. he's tan and happy and warm and everything in the world that you love. and you're fairly certain that isn't just the Long Island iced teas talking. being married for the past three years hasn't really changed much at all for the two of you--you still daydream about him like a ditzy teenager. and he still gets flustered when you catch his gaze and wink--it's one of the things you love most about him; how easy you can make him blush.

"isn't he handsome?" you ask out loud to no one in particular--and you're fairly certain that it is because of the Long Island iced teas.

Jake Seresin happens to be standing beside you, waiting for Penny to finish up with another customer so he can get his first whiskey sour of the night, and he glances at you when he hears the dreamy lilt in your tone.

shit--you're hot. he doesn't know how he didn't notice you here before. for a quick minute, he racks his brain, trying to place you. he knows you're familiar--maybe a past fling or a match on tinder--but nothing's calling out to him.

he gives you a once-over, a sly one, and notices a few things: the way your breasts strain against the fabric of your tee shirt, the gloss over your eyes, the way those jeans hug your hips, and a wedding ring.

he follows your gaze to Bradley, who's gaping as Phoenix absolutely demolishes him in pool without so much as breaking a sweat, and frowns.

"eh," Jake answers, shrugging. he turns and catches your gaze, his brows slightly knit. "he's married, anyway."

oh. you recognize this guy from all of Bradley's stories--this is Jake. Hangman. you two seem to always just miss each other: you're out of town when he comes over for a football game, you're working at the hospital when he's on base, you're at the grocery store when he FaceTimes Bradley.

for a moment, you maintain his gaze, waiting for him to place you. but he's just staring at you blankly.

"married, huh?" you ask softly, leaning in closer to Jake. you make a show of looking all around Bradley and Jake's brows knit even further--you're brash for a married woman looking at a married man. "I don't see a wife?"

Jake scoffs softly, an incredulous smile tugging on his lips. surely you're joking. but then he keeps watching you eye fuck Bradley, teeth sunken into your lower lip, and he automatically straightens his spine.

"you're married too," Jake points out, nodding to your ring finger. he crosses his arms over his chest. "how'd your husband feel knowing you're eyeing a Navyman?"

"ooh," you sing-song, batting your lashes. "he's a man in uniform, too, huh?"

Christ. you're less shameless than him.

"and married," Jake repeats, frowning a bit now. "you know, like you. married. holy matrimony and all that. union. like, legally bound."

stifling a laugh, you give a very blasé shrug of your shoulders and bite your lip.

"all the good ones are taken," you say, wrinkling your nose. "don't you think I deserve a little fun?"

Jake fully scoffs now, aghast at your behavior. it takes everything in your body not to break character and introduce yourself. but you wanna see how far you can take this: you've heard stories about Jake. a shameless, over-confident creature who'll turn taken women into single women with a bat of his long lashes. and you've got him gaping at you like you're some sort of wild animal.

but before he can say anything else, Bradley finally wanders up behind you, pressing a few kisses to your cheek as he wraps his arms around your waist.

and that is about all Jake can take.

"listen, man, I don't know your wife but I'm sure she wouldn't be too happy about you kissing up on another married woman!" Jake says, hands on his hips. he's never been more disappointed in Bradley before. he feels like he's in the fucking Twilight Zone. Bradley "I Never Shut Up About My Hot Wife" Bradshaw shacking up with some stranger at the bar while his wife probably busts her ass at the hospital? no fucking way. "and I ain't gonna hold my tongue about it--I'll tell you that now."

when Bradley laughs, Jake just blinks at him. but then you're laughing, too, patting Bradley's chest.

"we almost had him!" you tell Bradley, shoving him playfully. "that vein in his forehead was starting to throb!"

instinctively, Jake slides a finger across his forehead. huh. maybe it was. how the fuck would you know about that vein, though?

"Jake," Bradley says with a grin. "this is my wife--Dr. Bradshaw. she's known to occasionally stir the pot."

beaming at a still-flustered Jake, you extend your left hand.

"pleasure's all mine."

[maaxverstappen]

accidentally married & mutual pining 👁️👁️

thank you for sending this of your own volition and not bc i made u

from here!

its a little more. forced marriage but here ya go lovely wren. landoscar accidentally married n mutual pining :D

“Mate, you’re fucking kidding me,” Oscar says with an exasperated breath. 

Lando rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re acting like you’re not the sensiblest out of us two.”

“I don’t even think that’s a word.”

“You just told Andrea we’d get married tomorrow and that is what you’re focussed on?” Lando asks.

Oscar shrugs, the light in his eyes diminishing with every heartbeat that stretches between them. The air is cold, the September chill has taken the MTC by surprise, and it’s not made better by it being 2 in the fricking morning.  

“Okay,” Lando mutters.

“Okay?” Oscar parrots, a slight rise in pitch. 

Lando leans against the pillar, chilled concrete lighting a fire in him. 

“Yeah, okay. We can’t back out now so we’ll just do it or summat- are you gonna tell your mum?”

“My mum?”

“Oscar, please. Can you at least try to follow the conversation.” Lando just wants the night to be over with at this point. Pull off the stuffy hoodie and take off the socks that are digging a ring of indentation into his ankles. 

Oscar stands up straighter at that, the glint in his eyes returns. Lando can almost taste the shift in energy; if he were to stick his tongue out just a little he’d be able to catch a drop of Oscar’s spirit.

“I really don’t think this is the time to be mean to me, Lando. It’s bad enough that you’re being all-“ Oscar waves his arms around trying to convey his meaning.

“Being all what?” Lando challenges, eyebrows raised. Half humorous, half intrigued.

“Acting like it doesn’t matter. Like it doesn’t mean anything. I know how you all think about me. Poor little Osc, obsessed with his teammate and can’t let anything go. So will you please just give me a little space to accept that you’re now about to marry me when you don’t even fucking want to.”

He’s never seen Oscar get quite this animated, this worked up. It shocks Lando, stops him in his tracks, derails his thoughts from what camera to take to get the best Instagram pics and if Jon will see it as a special enough occasion for carrot cake. 

“What?” he croaks out.

“You heard me.”

“No, wait,” Lando starts, “you’re obsessed with me? As in, the way I’m obsessed with you?”

Oscar’s hand stills in his hair. “What?”

[imabillyami]

Maybe its my anxiety, but Is it me, or was that win weird? Like first, HHH doesn't take Jey seriously, so nobody thought he'd win. Second of all, there was no fireworks or confetti like in the past, im convinced Cena accidently got knocked out and their rolling with it, and now Jey is going to get in trouble. Everyone was so quiet, no actual joy or anything.

Nah, they had the Jey Uso Rumble Winner shirts ready to go, they had his son at ringside and the fireworks came on when he pointed at the Wrestlemania sign. So don't you worry.

I think the camera angle made it a bit odd at first, cause they wanted to catch Cena's reaction to his elimination. They're gonna work with that during his inevitable chase to the top this year. And Jey's reaction was just super duper adorably HIM lol.

(The way John got eliminated? That protected him from injury. Any kind of fall or tumble to the floor from the apron could've been a risk. They made sure that neither his movie projects nor his EC appearance are in any danger. It was a bit funny-looking, but it made perfect sense.)

As for the crowd. I think between those final two everyone expected Cena to win it (myself included). Because of Jey's recent history of always falling just short of winning the big one AND because of it being Cena's last Rumble. So the crowd was stunned for a moment. But that's perfectly fine. They made up for it by celebrating and yeeting right after that stunned pause.

I know recent history and your anxiety made it look different to you. my own anxiety does that too a lot of the time. But don't you worry, anon. Everything's just the way it's supposed to be.

[our-mspec-experience]

I am so angry and I worry about talking about it on my blog where people I know irl will see it and be able to guess who I'm talking about. It's not my place to air out someone else's fears to them, but I gotta tell someone.

Sorry, I'll start at the beginning, cw for biphobia and exclusionism:

A younger bisexual told me she had been worried about coming to a queer event I help organize bc she was scared she'd be interrogated on her queerness and found lacking for "only" being bi. I did my best to reassure her and point out that there's no hierarchy and of course bisexuality is "queer enough" to be queer, but inside I was seething. This is what all that exclusionist bullshit leads to: a young bisexual scared to seek out her own damn community bc exclus have decided there's such a thing as "not queer enough".

Is this your idea of "protecting the community", exclus? Did you successfully sniff out the "fakers"? Are you fucking proud of yourselves for how well you're keeping out those pesky cishets who are totally trying to invade our community at every turn??

I'm aro and pansexual. According to exclus, I am less queer than her. And yet I am the one who gets to be secure in the knowledge that the event is for me, too, while she was scared to come.

Exclus are a fucking blight upon this community.

Well you absolutely did the right thing by reassuring her, and I hope you’re event went well! i agree completely, anyone who excludes people from the queer community are terrible, and no one is “more queer” than anyone else!