#SO FUCKING HOT GOD DAYUM

[burnthheparaphilia]

GOD DAYUM WHY IS BDE SO FUCKING FINE

THIS ONE HOLY GOD- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGING, LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK

[creamxxbrulee]

Blow job + butt plug = tonssss of cum apparently 🥵🫠😵‍💫

[mistbornthief]

Under The Skin is killing me bc present day, clean cut Shen Yi is cute and all but flashback, long hair, hipster artist Shen Yi.....*bites fist*

[acourtofsmutandfluff]

I...

No words...

That was fucking hot....

little lambs and big, bad cowboys | rhett abbott

description: in which you find yourself entirely at his mercy

warnings: STRICTLY 18+, consensual non-consent, corruption kink, kind of predator/prey, fingering, unprotected piv sex, choking, overstimulation, daddy kink, light bondage, squirting, size kink, creampie, subspace, aftercare bc it's important, i think that's everything lol

pairing: rhett abbott x wife!reader (fem pronouns used)

notes: this was so much fun to write. i haven't written much cnc so bear with me here. if you can't handle this sort of thing, don't feel obligated to read! be considerate of your own limits and well-being first and foremost

Your hands were trembling. 

The energy thrumming through you had you on edge, buzzing with excitement. You kept glancing at the clock, counting down the minutes until closing time. 

When the clock struck 5, you would close your quaint little bookshop and eagerly await your husband’s arrival. Except, he was not your husband in this scenario. No, he was simply Rhett Abbott to you, a man whom you’d only encountered a few times.

Together, you had planned out the entire situation. He would walk into your shop right at closing time, under the pretense of finding a specific book. Innocent enough, but what would follow was far from innocent. In fact, it was utterly filthy, and just the thought of it made you clench your thighs together beneath the flowy sundress you wore.

It was his favorite dress of yours, which was specifically why you’d donned it that day. The hem brushed loosely against your mid-thigh, and the neckline plunged only just so, enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of your chest. Modest enough that no one else would really bat an eye, but Rhett would be drawn to it like a fly to honey.

It was ironic, really. In this scenario, you were behaving like the one he’d lured into his sticky, sweet trap, when in reality, it was you who had him wrapped around your finger, to the point where he would willingly try something like this.

You had discussed it in depth before this moment. It was not something you took lightly. You needed Rhett to be on the same page as you, and you took the time to set up very clear boundaries. You could stop at any time. All that needed to be uttered was a single safe word from either of you and the scene would be over instantaneously. 

Rhett’s willingness to participate in this stemmed from his deep trust in you, and yours in him. You both knew you would never do anything to hurt the other, at least not without explicit consent. That was why it was so easy for him to agree to this. He’d never do such a thing with anyone else. Only you, because you made him feel comfortable enough to express his desires and kinks without fear of judgment. 

He made you feel the same, which was why you’d brought it up to him in the first place. And that brought you to the present moment, where you excitedly awaited his arrival through the front door. Your eyes continuously flickered to the clock on the wall, ticking away. Had time started passing slower than normal? It sure felt like it. 

You busied yourself with monotonous tasks. Wiping down the counter. Clearing out the cash register for the night. Tidying up the book display shelves. And finally, at 5:01 p.m., Rhett Abbott walked through the door of your bookshop.

You caught his gaze, and he offered you one of those crooked smiles of his that made you weak in the knees. Out of respect, he took his hat off of his head. “Evenin’, miss. Just need to pick up a book.”

“I-I’m afraid we’re closed, Mister Abbott,” you stammered, already slipping into the part of the timid church mouse you’d pledged to play. 

“Oh I ain’t gon’ be more than a few minutes, I promise. I would’ve come earlier but I was busy.”

“Okay. Just please make it quick, I really should be getting home soon.”

He raised a brow, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Why? Your daddy have you on a curfew?”

“Something like that,” came your whisper.

He gave a single nod, and turned to peruse down the aisles. But you didn’t miss the way he turned and locked the door as he did. It made your heart flip in your chest, and your breath catch in your throat. 

While he searched for whatever book he was looking for, you made your way back to the counter, clasping your hands together when you realized how much they shook. You felt silly, being as giddy as a schoolgirl, but you couldn’t help it. That was the effect Rhett had on you. Always had been.

A few moments later, he appeared at the counter, and his presence made you jump, because you hadn’t even heard him come up. 

“Oh!” You exclaimed. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“No ma’am, I didn’t.”

“Do you know the title or author? I could always look it up for you.”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I’m lookin’ for the Encyclopedia of Knots and Ropework.”

Of course he was. Even outside of this roleplay, it was a fitting book for him to be interested in. He was always trying to improve his rope techniques, not only because it was useful for day-to-day, but also because it was useful in the confines of your bedroom.

He held your gaze, his eyes intense and sharp. Had they gotten even bluer, somehow? You didn’t miss how those same eyes shamelessly flickered down to glance at your chest. They widened slightly when he realized what necklace you were wearing. Delicate gold, words small enough that one might not realize what they said unless they looked closely. Daddy’s Girl.

Rhett had gotten it for you as a joke, because you called him daddy within your dynamic. But it had quickly become a turn-on for both of you whenever you wore it. Like now, for instance. He swallowed as his eyes shifted back up to yours. You didn’t miss the bob of his Adam’s apple as he did so.

“Actually, I think I have that book in the back,” you managed to speak up. You were warm with need for him already and you’d barely even begun. “If you’ll just wait right here.”

You turned on your heel, stepping into the back storage room to search for his requested book. Although you’d instructed him to wait outside the room, he followed you anyway, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you. 

You knew he was there, so you purposely moved so your dress rode up, exposing your bare ass beneath it. Rhett gritted his teath at the sight, unable to tear his eyes away. When you bent down again, he caught a glimpse of your pussy, and he couldn’t bite back the groan that rumbled in his chest.

You gasped, whirling around. “M-Mister Abbott, you shouldn’t be back here,” you squeaked.

He smirked, the blue of his eyes darker now. “Sorry, I got impatient. But I couldn’t help but admire how pretty you look. All sweet an’ innocent, like a little lamb.”

“Oh…th-thank you?”

Rhett stepped forward, boots heavy on the floor. “Mm,” he hummed. Another step closer. Instinctively, you stepped back, but he kept coming, until your back hit one of the bookshelves. 

You gasped, eyes widening as you reached back and touched the cool wood. “Mister Abbott, sir, what are you doing?” But you knew full well what he was doing.

“Admirin’ you up close.” He reached a hand up, running his fingers over the cool metal of your necklace. “This little necklace says you’re daddy’s girl. That what you are? You his innocent little girl?”

You shuddered as he nudged a thigh between your legs. “Yes sir.”

“Huh,” he remarked, hand moving to play with the strap of your dress. “It’d be a shame if someone were to come along and ruin his pretty little girl. There’s a lot of bad men out there, y’know.” And I’m one of them.

“I-I don’t think—”

“Shh,” he shushed, pushing his jean-clad thigh further against you. You could feel the rough denim against your cunt. Surely your pooling desire would soak through the fabric. 

The hand that had been playing with your necklace wandered down, skilled fingers toying with the little bow at the neckline of your dress. You watched, chest heaving slightly as he pulled the tie, and the top part of your dress came down, revealing your breasts. 

You whimpered, but quickly remembered you were meant to remain in character, so you lifted your arm to cover your chest. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” you whispered. 

A positively Cheshire grin spread across his face, and you felt very much like a poor, innocent mouse in the clutches of a cat who liked to play with his food before devouring it. “Why not? Nobody’s going to walk in. I locked the front door. So we can do anythin’ you want, sugar.”

Warm fingers brushed over hardening nipples, and you took in a breath, head falling back against the shelf behind you. “N-no one’s ever touched me there before,” came your whimpered confession. 

Rhett made a sound deep in his throat, and he began to lightly pinch and tug at those buds. In the meantime, your hips involuntarily moved against his thigh. He could feel your arousal soaking through, and he growled. 

He was going to corrupt you, this sweet, unassuming lamb that trembled under his touch. 

“I can touch you other places, too,” he lulled, his face so close to yours your noses brushed. A large hand fell from your chest, soon resting over your stomach. Then, he trailed further down, until his fingers curled around the hem of your dress and he lifted it up to reveal your nakedness underneath.

You let out a gasp of surprise and pulled the fabric from his hands. “Mister Abbott!” You scolded.

“Just one little peek, darlin’. It won’t hurt anything.” 

But when he lifted your dress again, you were emboldened, and again, you snatched it out of his grasp. He raised a brow at that, and you jutted your chin out in defiance. 

“Stupid girl.” Then, he took both of your arms in his hold and forced you to turn, your back pressed to his chest as he wrestled you down across the desk beside you. You put up a bit of a fight, but certainly not enough to hurt him or slow him down in any way. He handled you in a great feat of strength, and it sent a jolt of desire through you.

Once he had you pressed into the oak, he yanked your dress up to expose your bare ass. You tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he pressed his weight into you with a grunt. “Hold fuckin’ still.”

“But sir, I-”

Then, he reached around, clamping his hand over your mouth. “Shut your mouth ‘fore I shut it for you.”

Once he was satisfied with your silence, he stepped back, hands gripping your ass so he could fully admire your glistening pussy. His fingers parted your folds, and he hummed, enjoying the view. “S’ pretty. Nobody’s ever touched you like this before, have they?”

“N-no sir. You shouldn’t be touching me there, either.”

Suddenly, he slotted his middle finger into you, and you gasped. Moments later, he added his ring finger to the mix, long digits easily locating that spot inside you that made stars glimmer behind your eyelids. 

You lost yourself for a moment, moaning lowly at the feeling. He knew exactly how to move those fingers to draw the most salacious sounds from you. 

But you remembered you were supposed to be in character. So you reacted like the damsel in distress you were playing. “Mister Abbott, please. This isn’t right. If my daddy finds out about this, he’ll—”

“He’ll what, sweetheart? He’ll beat me to death?” He leaned in close, mouth brushing against the shell of your ear. “You ain’t escaping me, lamb. ‘M gonna have my way with you whether you like it or not.”

His words sent you clenching around his fingers, and he hummed in satisfaction, wicked smile tugging at his mouth. “You like the thought of that, don’t ya? The big, bad cowboy takin’ what he wants?”

“No sir!” You cried. But you did. You loved the idea. Loved that Rhett had agreed to do this with you. 

“The way your pussy’s squeezin’ my fingers tells me otherwise.” He fucked those same fingers into you harder, faster. The sound of your growing wetness was obscene, and it went straight to his cock. 

When you squirmed again, he pressed his weight into you, inhibiting you from moving, from escaping. The fact that you couldn’t see what he was doing behind you made it all the more erotic. You didn’t know what to expect and it sent a thrill through you. 

But he paused for a moment, and suddenly, a warm, gentle hand was pressed against your spine. “Color?” He asked, in a tone that could only be described as your Rhett. 

“Green,” you sighed. His fingers were still inside you and you were in heaven. 

A soft kiss to your shoulder blade, and then it was back to business. Those fingers inside you curled upwards, and you whined, shivering. It was pathetic, really, the way you were literally dripping around those thick digits.

All too soon, he slipped them out of you, and all at once, those same fingers were tapping at your lips. “Clean up your mess,” he gritted.

“No,” you refused, turning your head away. 

He grunted, hauling you up and turning you around. With his clean hand, he gripped your jaw. “I said, clean up your fuckin’ mess, girl.” You let him wrench your jaw open, and he shoved his glistening fingers past your lips, allowing you to taste yourself. 

Once he was satisfied, he removed his fingers from your mouth, proceeding to smear the mix of your cum and spit all over your lips. The gesture almost made you come right then and there. 

Then he kissed you, hand holding the back of your neck, blunt fingernails digging into your skin. When you parted, he spoke again. “Lay down on the desk.”

You almost obeyed immediately, but a positively delicious thought came to mind. Without warning, you dropped your weight quickly, and it surprised him enough to loosen his grasp on you as you went down. As soon as he did, you scrambled to your feet and rushed out of the room. 

Rhett grunted in surprise, and his heavy footfalls could be heard behind you. But you were faster than he was, and you ran up and down a few aisles of bookshelves until you stopped in the middle of one, dead silent as you listened for him. But suddenly, the surrounding area was dead silent, save for your rushed breathing.

It gave you pause. Had he stopped following you? 

Just as you thought you were safe, the creaking of a floorboard got your attention, and you whirled around, just in time to see your cowboy stalking toward you. 

You tried to slip away, but he already had you, hand shooting out to catch you. He was much, much stronger, thanks to upper body strength that was unmatched. Blame it on riding all those bulls and hauling heavy bales of hay. 

“No!” You cried as he wrestled you down to the hardwood. You struggled in his hold and he let out a growl. 

The clink of his belt buckle drew your attention, and he quickly pulled it from its loops, binding your wrists together behind your back. “Woulda brought my fuckin’ rope if I knew you were gon’ try to get away.” He cinched the belt and made sure it would hold. But a moment later, his tone softened. “That ain’t too tight, is it?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s just right.”

So, back into character he slipped. 

You heard the telltale sign of him unzipping his jeans, shoving the rough denim down his thighs. Work roughened fingers were at your slick opening again, and when they brushed over your clit, you jumped. 

“Feels good, huh?”

“No.” Yes. 

“Keep lyin’ to me, girl. I’ll have you creaming all over my cock soon enough.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, pushing your ass up toward him. Behind you, he shoved his jeans down far enough to free his hardness, stroking it firmly in his hand before he shoved your legs apart and pulled your hips back. 

“I don’t know if it’ll e’en fit inside you. Wonder if you’ll be able to take the whole thing.”

The plush, pink head was dragged through your dripping wetness, and you whined at the feeling of it catching on your entrance but never quite slipping inside. 

Feebly, you continued your facade, though you were moments away from throwing in the towel and begging your husband to fuck you. “W-we can’t,” you whimpered. “Please, Mister Abbott.”

He lowered himself so his mouth was against your ear again. He seemed so big, hulking above you, and it made you feel helpless in the most thrilling way imaginable. “What? Did’ya really think you were gonna save yourself for someone special? Soon as I fuck you, this pussy belongs to me. You’ll be ruined for any other man.”

“Don’t.” But please, do.

Again, the head of his cock slid over you. You were so wet it was almost embarrassing, and Rhett admired the way you glistened. He could clearly see that this was turning you on to no end. He was in the same boat. He hadn’t realized just how much he would get off on this, but he was enjoying every minute of it. It felt so forbidden, so naughty. And it was thrilling. 

He knew he couldn’t handle teasing you any longer. So, without warning, he pushed his hips forward and filled you in one thrust. The sudden intrusion surprised you, and you cried out, jolting against the floor. 

He was so fucking big, and from this angle, he somehow felt even bigger. His cock was thick, so the stretch was almost uncomfortable, but it felt so good all at once. However, you knew how much he loved making you feel small, so you decided to get him going. 

“I-it barely fits. S’too big,” you squeaked. 

He groaned deep within his chest, jaw going slack. “And you’re gon’ lay there and take every inch of me, lamb.”

He shunted his hips forward again, and you whined, eyes drifting shut. Feebly, you put up a bit of a struggle, trying half-heartedly to pull yourself out of his grasp. But he shoved you back in place. “Fuckin’ take it.”

“No! Get off me!”

A rough hand came up to cover your mouth, and again, he thrust into you, rough and deep. He built a steady rhythm, and it wasn’t long before you were gasping and moaning pathetically against his hand at the feeling. You weren’t sure that you even had it in you to fight against him anymore. It felt too good to pretend you didn’t like it.

Above you, he grunted deeply, and the way he fucked you was almost animalistic. He was heavy against you, overcoming your every sense. 

You could feel him. The bump of his cock against your spongey walls. The roughness of his jeans against the backs of your thighs. The softness of the flannel he wore against your back. You could smell him. That simple cologne he always wore. That heady, natural scent that could only be described as Rhett. And you could hear him. Short groans and sighs. Barely contained growls when you clenched around him. Like he was a wild animal and you were his prey.

He’d finally lowered his hand from your mouth, pressing his palm against the floor to brace himself. It allowed your wild, unbridled moans to spill forth, filling the entirety of your little bookstore. If you got any louder, surely a passerby outside would be able to hear. But neither of you cared. 

Suddenly, his hips slowed, and you felt his hands on your own. “Wanna watch your face while I have my way with you,” he rasped before he undid the belt around your hands, tossing the leather aside. He soothed your wrists with his fingers before he pulled back, leaving you empty.

You whined, but he shushed you as he turned you over onto your back. You were thrumming with the warmth of desire, so much so that it took everything in you to keep up your act as you spoke again. “Mister Abbott, p-please just let me go.” But don’t. Don’t you ever let me go.

When your hands weakly pushed at his chest, he grabbed them, pressing them above your head. His face was hard set in a scowl. He looked so angry, so dominating, and it made you shiver. But as if a switch was flipped, he softened, free hand coming up to brush over your quivering bottom lip. 

“What’s your color, chickadee?”

You hummed. “It’s green. Neon fucking green.”

He couldn’t help but grin at that. “Glad to hear.”

Then the switch was flipped again, and his entire demeanor changed. His jaw was hard-set, brow furrowed. “Don’t e’en bother trying to fight it. You know you want it,” he taunted, and you felt the heat of his cock against you again.

He slipped into you for a second time with ease, pulling your legs around his hips so he could go even deeper. He watched the place where your bodies met, enamored with the way you took all of him. It set something off within him, and he picked up the pace, jarring your entire being as he fucked you.

Then he brought his hand between your thighs, fingers rubbing against your buzzing gathering of nerve endings. Then, he released the hands he held above your head, and wrapped that hand around your throat. 

He knew the exact amount of pressure to apply. His fingertips pressed firmly against either side of your neck, slowing the blood flow and making your head spin. That’s when you lost yourself. Rhett hadn’t been expecting it to happen so soon, but he could clearly see it in the way your eyes rolled back and your body arched off the floor. 

Moments like these made you feel like you were having an out-of-body experience. It was as if you were hovering over yourself, watching the scene unfold. 

It was also a surefire way to make you come. Which, in the heat of the moment, Rhett had forgotten about. You let out a strangled cry, and suddenly you were gasping out, “c-coming! Coming! Daddy, I’m coming!”

That was it for you. Your reluctant facade was gone. The character of the innocent little lamb, as Rhett would say, was forgotten. Now you didn’t even care. You just wanted him to keep going. Wanted him to fuck you until you were incoherent. 

And as you came, your husband watched in awe. Your mouth parted in a silent scream, your eyes locked with his, and you convulsed beneath him. Your cunt tightened around him like a vice, and he let out a determined growl. He wasn’t about to fall apart this early on. 

Instead, he focused on you. As you came down from your unexpected high, he eased his hand off your throat, mindful that you would be a bit dizzy from the rush of blood. 

He’d stopped moving, instead lowering his weight to rest gently on top of you. His lips brushed against your own. “You okay, sweet thing?”

Your eyes, still glossy and unfocused, flickered up to his. “Y-yeah. That was…I didn’t mean to come that fast.” You might’ve been embarrassed, but Rhett gave you no reason to be.

He smiled. “S’okay. I ain’t finished with you yet, anyway.”

Then his lips were on yours in a dizzying kiss, and he slowly built his rhythm back as he rolled his hips into yours. You whined into his mouth, hands fumbling for purchase at his shoulders. All muscle and sinew, strong from hard labor.

He wrapped your legs around him, bringing him impossibly closer. With each press into you, you could feel the coarseness of the neatly kept hair that gathered at the base of his cock, brushing against your oversensitive clit. 

When you caught his gaze, he looked at you in amusement. “Where’d all that fight go, hm? Few minutes ago you were beggin’ me to stop. Now you’re taking it like a good girl should. Decide you like it all of a sudden?”

Yes. Yes, yes, yes. 

But you couldn’t voice an answer. Your words died in your throat each time he fucked into you. He pulled up to shove your legs up further, knees toward your chest, which gave him a better angle, hitting it impossibly deeper. 

You let out an unabashed wail at the feeling, and Rhett grunted at the feeling if your desire quite literally dripping from you, down the shaft of his cock, and further. 

The sound as he pushed into you was obscene. A filthy, wet squelch that might’ve embarrassed you if you weren’t thrumming with need. 

It only spurred your husband on. He fucked you harder, faster. His fingers applied such delicious pressure on your clit. His mouth nipped at your breasts, tugging on pert nipples. And it wasn’t long before you were catapulting into him, coming unraveled around his dick all over again. 

He watched you, amazed at just how sensitive you were. “Shit, this really got you going, huh?” He breathlessly remarked after you’d come down. 

You smiled, a little dumbly. “Mm,” you squeaked. 

Rhett took a steadying breath, willing himself to last just a little longer. “What do ya need, chickadee? You wanna keep playing? Or do you just need me?”

“N-need you, Daddy. Just you,” came your slurred response. 

He nuzzled into you, nose bumping against yours. “Yeah? Already goin’ small on me?”

But you couldn’t answer. He could tell, though. Your eyes were glassy, almost tearful, and you were pawing at him like a little kitten. So he soothed you, kissing you slowly, tongue delving into your mouth, which you sucked on gently. 

He smiled against your mouth as he broke away. “Here, suck on this instead of my tongue,” he urged, sliding his thumb into your mouth, which you happily accepted, suckling greedily. 

He picked up his pace again, sinking back into your impossibly slick cunt. He was considerably more gentle than he had been. Gone was the rough, mean cowboy who held you down and told you to take it. 

Instead, he was replaced by your tender husband, so attentive to you when you were like this. He always knew how to get you to this state. A small and pliant state of mind, where you’d do anything he asked of you, because you wanted to please him so badly. Wanted to be good for him. 

It hadn’t started out this way. Getting to this point in your dynamic has been a journey. Rhett had struggled with assuming a role of dominance. Not because it didn’t interest him, but because he was afraid. Afraid he couldn’t be what you needed. But you’d worked through those insecurities together as time passed. Now, you shared a healthy relationship and a balanced dominant and submissive dynamic. 

It made you feel safe enough to be like this with him. Vulnerable. Emotional. Raw. 

It all shifted then. There, in the middle of your little book store, sprawled out on the hardwood floor, the desperate, intense fuck melted away into lovemaking. 

Rhett stayed close to you, keeping his movements predictable so you wouldn’t spiral. The feeling of him inside you, filling you in the way that only he could, sent tears springing to your eyes. 

He kissed you again, and whispered words of encouragement. “Takin’ me so well.”

You held tightly to him, arms around his neck, keening with each push and pull of his heavy cock within you. You could feel him pulse and spasm, feel the fullness of his balls pressing into you. God, you wanted all he had to give. Wanted him to spill into you, to leave you full of his cum. 

But you couldn’t find the words to beg for it. All that came out were pathetic whimpers and incoherent babbles. He gave you his fingers to suck on again, pacifying you. 

“Gon’ give you what you want, chickadee. Promise.” He knew what you were whining for. And he was so close. Especially when you clenched around him the way you were, your sensitive walls fluttering in anticipation of another orgasm that would soon wash over you. 

The heat of eroticism surrounded you both, and it felt like the room was engulfed in flames, stoked by the intensity of your oneness. 

You let him take you, let him use your body to chase his own pleasure. And in the midst of it all, your hypersensitive body plummeted over that edge again, soaking him with your release as you wailed brokenly around his fingers, a muffled “Daddy!” bubbling from your hoarse throat. 

And Rhett couldn’t handle it any longer. Buzzing electricity crackled at the base of his spine, as if he’d just been struck by a bolt of white hot lightning. 

His jaw fell slack, and his head dropped to the crook of your shoulder. You moaned, sobbed, pleaded with him to give it all to you. And he did. 

He came with a raw, gravelly moan, hips stilling slightly as he pumped his seed into the very center of your being. You took all he had to give, your hands tangled in his dark locks as he trembled against you. 

A few more pulses of his cock within you and his rapture came to an end. His chest heaved against yours as he caught his breath, and a moment later, he lifted his head to fully look at you. 

“You okay?” He asked, voice wrecked. 

“Mhm,” was all you could muster. Tears were gathering on your lash line, and before you knew it, they were trailing down the sides of your face. 

His face softened with concern. “Oh, sweet thing.”

“‘m okay, Daddy,” you squeaked, “j-just felt really good.”

Carefully, Rhett slid out of you, leaving your aching walls empty. You made a sound of protest, but he shushed you, moving to sit with his back against the bookshelves, and helping you settle against him. 

You ended up straddling him, your face tucked into the curve of his neck, your chest pressed to his. You needed this, the intimate closeness after such an intense scenario. 

Rhett’s hand ghosted along your back, grounding you as his fingertips drew patterns. “Did so good for me,” he praised. 

But after a moment, you let out a distressed whimper. “Making a mess,” you despaired as you glanced down, realizing his cum had seeped out of you and onto his thigh. 

He shook his head, guiding your face to look at him. “It’s okay. I brought some stuff to clean up with. Let’s go get it.” He knew you couldn’t bear to be separated from him, and certainly not here, out of the comfort and familiarity of your own home. 

So he helped you stand, pausing only to yank his jeans back up, leaving the top undone. He guided you to the back room, despite the fact that you were walking on the legs of a newborn fawn. 

He helped you take a seat on a spare chair before he began rifling through a bag you hadn’t even realized he’d brought in. Soon enough, he retrieved a pack of gentle wipes. 

Moments later, your legs were parted as he tenderly wiped you clean. He could see how swollen your delicate folds were, so he was as gentle as could be. 

Once he was finished, he grabbed a folded blanket from the bag and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Gon’ get you home in a minute so I can take care of you proper,” he assured you with a squeeze to your thigh. 

You hummed sleepily, watching as he went about gathering everything. He knelt to put your shoes back on your feet, which had been lost in the scuffle, mysteriously. 

Then, he helped you stand and smoothed your dress, adjusting it so you were covered again. The entire time, you were hardly present, fading in and out of a blissful state, allowing your husband to care for you. 

He finished closing up shop for you so you wouldn’t have to worry about it, and then, he led you out to his truck, which he’d parked around back to avoid prying eyes. Sometime during your tryst, the sky had gone dark, and night had fallen. 

Once he had you situated in the passenger side, he came over to his own side, climbing in beside you. Immediately, you scooted across the bench, needing to be closer to him. 

He wrapped an arm around you and kept it there as he drove. You let your eyes drift shut, comfortable and safe, trusting that he’d get you to your distination. 

And he did. He pulled into your driveway, and eased you out of the truck’s cab, guiding you across the front of your property and into the house. 

He looked after you for the rest of the evening. Getting you ready for bed, making you a quick dinner, giving you water so you wouldn’t become dehydrated. And you let him, because it gave you such comfort to be cared for by him. 

By the time you were in bed that night, you were feeling a little more grounded, and able to speak. 

“Thank you,” you said as he climbed into bed beside you. “For taking care of me. For acting out that fantasy with me.”

Rhett’s mouth quirked into a smile, and he lifted one brawny hand to cup your cheek. “‘course. Had a lot of fun with it. More than I was expecting.”

It was your turn to smile. “Me too. I really liked feeling all helpless under you like that. Kind of embarrassing how much it turned me on.”

But he shook his head. “Nothin’ to be embarrassed about. We both enjoyed ourselves, that’s what matters.” He leaned in to kiss you, and you melted into his warmth. 

“So this means we’re definitely trying this again?” You asked as you broke apart, resting your head on his bare chest. 

“Mhm,” he eagerly hummed. “And again. And again.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

He shifted to kiss the top of your head. “I ain’t done corrupting my sweet little lamb yet.”

“Well, she’s all yours for the taking, whenever you want.”

He grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

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[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin abt Dad bod! Miguel again…

Relationship weight gain is kinda inevitable when both parties are in absolute love with each other, and Miguel, despite being a total specimen, is no exception to this.

By now, you and Miguel have been dating for quite a bit, and you noticed Miguel getting a lil chunky. Not something you protested. At all. In fact, you were living for it. Yea, Miguel was gorgeous with those rock hard abs and that slutty waist of his that you were beginning to envy, but once his dad bod came in… dayum.

Miguel, however, did feel slightly embarrassed about it all, even though you reminded him everyday that he’s literally the most gorgeous man. Ever. It wasn’t about him, though. He was more concerned about you; that you wouldn’t see him the same way anymore, but you didn’t mind reassuring him a million times that he is all you want and ever need. Plus, it’s a dad bod, literally the best bod, like, c’mon now.

You’d watch him walk around the house with sweatpants on and no shirt, perky pecs (you could’ve sworn he had more titty than you, Jesus Christ), chest hair, pumped arms, fluffy abdomen and a tiny peek of a happy trail that could make your womanhood quiver. All that on full display for you and only you to ogle at. God, he was gorgeous. You, lying in bed, would bite your lip at the piece of work in front of you. Miguel was hunched over on his computer, which he dwarfed with his hands and build, reviewing some lab reports. Your eyes traced along his muscles, some of his stretch marks, and the one or two rolls he had on his side. How can a man look so delicious even while working?

“Whatcha looking at, mama?” He doesn’t look up.

“Oh, nothing… just the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen.”

He finally looks up from the computer and smiles at you.

“That’s all you, mamita.”

You smile back. You still get butterflies with this man. You reach your arms out.

“C’mere, come to bed. I need my teddy bear.”

He chuckles. “ya mismo, beba, I only have one more left. I’ll be right there.”

You drop your hands in defeat. He says only one more, but you knew it would take him at least like 30 minutes to look over those things. He likes to be real thorough with them. You loved that your man had brains, but sometimes you wish he would just relax once in a while.

An idea flickered in your mind.

“Baby…”

“Yea, mama?” He mumbles, eyes concentrated on his screen.

“…how many kids would you want?”

He immediately perks up. Oh, now you’ve got his undivided attention.

“Kids?” He says, almost a little too excited, “What made you think about that?”

“Ohhh, I dunno… it’s just that you’ve got this dad look goin’ and… it’s been making think, y’know?”

“‘Dad look’?” He says with a humored smile.

“Well yea… I really like it. You’re lookin husky and thick, it’s so… sexy.”

The computer has been officially closed. Your plan is working.

“Oh yea?” His voice becomes lower, more sensual, as he climbs onto bed, his gaze becoming hungry. Miguel towers over you until he settles down on the comforter, nestled up right next to you, his thick thigh draped over both of yours. He rests his burly arm over your stomach, pulling you even closer to his warm body. Now that he lays next to you on the bed, you feel way smaller against him. You loved that.

“Mhm… it’s hard to not picture you with our future kids when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that. I’d make you such a cute daddy.” You coo, your hands brushing against his chest, playing with the hair there, occasionally caressing down to his soft mid-section. “Aw, baby… and I’d make you such a beautiful mommy,” Miguel groans into your neck, placing a kiss there, his hand goes up under his t shirt you’re wearing, caressing circles on your stomach as he imagines a bump there, “fuck, just thinking about you being pregnant makes me hot.“ His hand moves up to grab one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze, his index finger giving your bud some attention, “and these filled with milk? coño, no puedo esperar.” He moans, his voice strained.

“So how many you want, daddy? Name a number and I’ll give em’ to you.”

Miguel just looks at you dumbfounded. He doesn’t know whether to get emotional or just pin you to the bed and fill you up with his kid to get a head start on this family. He thinks he’ll choose the latter.

“Mamita, I want however many you can give me.” he grabs you by the chin and smashes his lips against yours in a tongue-eating kiss. “Mmgonna look so pretty all swollen for me.” He then placed himself in between your legs, completely caging you in his broad shoulders and arms, his belly brushing up against your stomach. It’s not the only thing you feel, as you also feel his thick hard on when his hips start grinding against your weeping cunt.

“Mi princesita wants to make me a daddy, huh?” He says in a mocking voice. You nod, making a timid noise, aroused by his dominance. You look down to see a wet spot on his sweatpants, his precum seeping through from your little daddy talk no doubt. His mouth sucks and nips at the delicate skin on your neck, your shirt being hastily raised, your now wet panties shortly following the shirt. You’re in for it now. A victorious smirk growing on your face knowing that that last report would be saved for another day.

“Baby, What about your report?”

“It can wait.”

Spoiler alert: He rails you like a dog in heat, cream pies you multiple times, and makes sure none of it goes to waste!!! <3333 u got what u wanted!!! Yay!!!

A/n: He is very gorjus to me, ur honor!!! <33333

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!!

[cameronsprincess]

Hey I know you might not be into this, but imagine you on your knee, rafe standing behind JJ holding his dick towards your mouth, speaking dirty to him. JJ feeling overwhelmed his eyes closed, his head resting on Rafe shoulder and listening to him praising how beautiful you are and how you are waiting for his cum while he storks him fast and hard until he comes all over you face. Rafe would praise him saying : good boy! See when you listen you get to come all over my girl. He will give him a quick kiss on the lips making jj even more confused then come over you and start degrading you telling you how a slut and needy you are then proceed fucking your ass.

nonnie… i am so into mxm.. liiiike.. so this is hot as fuck. i know reader is involved but dayum. imagine rafe n jj fucking🙈 who said that? anyways, hope you enjoy this!<3

CW: slight mxm, anal, degrading, praise, dirty talk, strong language.

“doing a good job, jj. being such a good boy.” rafe says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

the sight in front of you had your pussy soaked, throbbing. jj stood before you, completely stripped of his clothes while rafe stood behind him… rafe had found out you’d been sleeping with both him and jj, so of course, he had to prove his dominance, prove that you’re his and that he could control jj if he wanted to.

and he was doing just that.

jj whimpers, his head falling to rest on rafe’s chest, eyes squeezed shut as rafe continued to stroke his hard cock. rafe glares down at you on the floor, kneeled before both of them, your tongue stuck out and waiting on jj’s cum to coat your face and tongue.

“you know, when i found out she was sleeping with you too, i laughed. there’s no way my girl would sleep with the likes of you. but goddamn if i don’t understand why. you have a nice cock, jj. i feel you twitching and throbbing in my hand, your breathing tells me you’re close, you wanna be good for me and cum all over her face and tongue?”

you shift on your knees when rafe tightens his grip around jj’s cock. rafe steps forward, pushing jj with him, his cock now hovering over your face.

“you’re never gonna touch her again, not unless i say you can. right? go on, say it. ‘i’m never gonna touch her again, rafe’.”

jj sucks in a deep breath, his voice shakes while he repeats rafe’s command. “i-i’m never— fuck — never g-gonna touch h-er again, r-rafe.”

you don’t miss the dark smile that spreads across rafe’s face. “good boy. you can cum now.”

a pathetic whine is ripped from jj’s chest when rafe strokes him slower, his fist tightening around his length. you hear jj moan once more before you feel the hot ropes of his cum spilling onto your face, tongue and chest.

rafe chuckles at the sight, reveling in the fact that he has jj and you completely under his control. “good boy! see when you listen you get to cum all over my girl.”

rafe squeezes every last drop of cum he can from jj, lightly patting at his cheek with his free hand before he spins him around and captures his lips in a slow, heated kiss. jj is stunned, unsure of what to do, but all of this is so new to him, so erotic and he can’t help but kiss rafe back, slipping his tongue into his mouth. rafe tightly grips the back of jj’s messy blond hair, pulling his lips from his before he finds his bright blue eyes. “go sit in that chair. watch me fuck my girl’s ass, yeah?”

you stay on your knees, watching the entire interaction play out before you. you’re soaked, your thighs rubbing together and a small whimper falling from your lips when you watch jj listen to rafe’s demands, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.

rafe turns on his heels, his hard blue eyes finding yours. he narrows them, and you know he’s about to make everything he gives you hurt.

“you. such a needy fucking slut, aren’t you? my dick wasn’t enough for you so you had to go and fuck maybank too? god, i knew you were a pathetic fucking whore, i just didn’t realize how much.”

he reaches you in two long steps, his right hand reaching out to grab you by the back of your hair. you cry out from how hard he grabs you.

“r-rafe.. 'm sorry!” you cry out, pleading with him to take it easy on you. but you know you won't be so lucky.

“you’re sorry? you fucking played me, you played him!” rafe shouts, turning to point at jj who sits silently in the chair.

rafe uses the grip on your hair to pull you to your feet, dragging you toward his bed and tossing you down. you flip yourself onto your back, watching as he pulls his shirt over his head before he works on getting his jeans off.

once he’s completely undressed, he storms toward you again, gripping the nape of your neck and flipping you onto your stomach. he harshly yanks your shorts down your legs, your panties following closely behind. he slaps at your ass, the sound bouncing off the walls followed by your shrill scream.

“put my ass in the air. now!”

you quickly do as he says, not wanting to anger him any further.

rafe brings his hands down on your ass again, making you cry out into the mattress your face is buried in. you wiggle your ass, craving anything from him right now. you’re so turned on, you love how dominant rafe is, and even though you know he’s going to make it hurt, you love the pain. you just feel bad for getting jj dragged into all of this.

“i’m gonna fuck this tight little ass so jj can see how much you love my cock, and you’re gonna fucking take it.”

you nod your head, afraid anything you say will just piss him off even more. big mistake.

rafe leans forward, gripping at your messy hair and yanking your head up off the mattress. “do you fucking understand?” he shouts.

you flinch at the tone of his voice, but you manage to whimper out a “yes.”

rafe takes his free hand, spitting down into his palm and stroking his dick, lubing it up with his saliva. he readjusts the hand in your hair, craning your neck into an uncomfortable position before he begins sliding his saliva covered dick over your tight hole. you squirm, pushing your ass back for him.

he chuckles darkly before you feel a glob of his spit hit your ass, running down to your pussy. you moan when he pushes the tip inside slowly. maybe he isn’t gonna make it— “oh fuck!” you cry out, your fingers digging into the sheets when he rams his full length into your ass.

“that’s it baby, relax your body, you know you love when my cock fucks this tight little ass. such a good whore f’me.”

tears fill your eyes and you can’t control the loud pornographic moans that escape you when rafe begins pounding his hips into your backside. his cock is stretching your ass out, it burns, but it also feels so fucking good.

“see that, jj? see how her ass is swallowing my cock? she’s a fucking needy slut, and she’s all mine. i don’t mind sharing with you though, only sometimes.”

rafe’s hips pick up in speed and your pussy clenches around nothing from how good his cock feels buried deep in your ass. hot tears fall down your cheeks, drool falling out of the corners of your mouth as rafe fucks you into the mattress. you’re a babbling mess, and rafe loves it.

“sound so fucking stupid, my cock has you all fucked out already and i’ve only been in this ass a few minutes. god, you’re such a fucking slut. say it. say you’re my good slut.”

you moan loudly, that familiar feeling building inside you. you try and speak, but nothing but unintelligible words come from your lips.

“she’s so stupid from my cock right now, can’t even form a coherent sentence. pathetic.”

rafe grips at your hair tighter, pulling you completely up and off the mattress, pulling your back into his front while he continues to brutally pound himself into your ass. he dips his head down, capturing your lips with his in a sloppy kiss. teeth and tongues clash together, rafe swallowing every single moan and whimper that escapes you.

your pussy pulses over and over again before your body goes stiff and you come undone, soaking your inner thighs and the sheets below you. rafe’s thrusts grow sloppy and slower, his dick swelling in your ass before he twitches and cums, filling your ass with his seed.

“such a good fucking girl.” he praises before kissing you hard.

he slips himself from your ass, releasing his grip on your hair and letting you fall limply on the mattress. he lifts your body in his arms, pulling the comforter back and laying you down gently before crawling in beside you.

“come on, jj. i don’t bite.” is the last thing you hear before you feel the bed dip with extra weight, jj climbing in the bed with both you and rafe. your eyes flutter shut as sleep claims you, your mind on what’s to come between you, rafe and jj.

tagging some moots: @xxbimbobunnyxx @babygorewhore @rafesthroatbaby @oceandriveab @starkeysprincess @rafescurtainbangz @fallrafwe @sturnioloshacker

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[spirit-jello]

Im gonna fill ur page with requests BUTTTT

Imagine cockwarming gamer bf! while he's on a stream and ur trying ur best not to move

(and failing miserably bcuz everytime you move he pushes deeper inside u just so that u moan and he can humiliate the fuck out of u with millions of ppl watching)

Soooo I didn’t know who you were talking about so I just assumed I could choose my baby~ I hope you enjoy!

You were currently reading something online while your boyfriend was streaming. You were a bit needy, but since he was busy with his game, you decided to help yourself with some spicy stories. 

“Babe, can you come in here for a second?” You heard Gyuvin call out, so you quickly composed yourself and walked into his office. “Hm? Are you done streaming already?” you asked, and froze when you saw his camera was still on.

“No~ but I wanted to show you off! The viewers kept asking about you.” He smiled cheekily, pulling you closer by the waist. You giggled, before letting out a squeak as he started to pull you on his lap. “W-wait baby I can stand” You laughed nervously, not wanting Gyuvin to feel your wetness through the dress because you stupidly decided not to wear panties. You remembered your thought process, ‘easier access for when he’s finished.’ God you hate yourself right now.

“But how are they going to see your cute face?” He pouted, finally getting you to sit down and wrapping his arms around your waist. Luckily(for him not you) he could still easily play his game, so you stayed silent, trying not to squirm too much.

As for him, he didn’t notice at first until he started bouncing his leg in excitement, it going in between your thighs. Now he feels your slick on his pants. At first he started getting flustered, faltering his quick skills for a moment, before smirking at an idea that popped into his head.

Oh dear. You saw his dark eyes through the webcam, and knew you were fucked. Funnily enough, you didn’t think literally. 

“Give us one second viewers~ I have to fix something really quick” Gyuvin grinned, seeming innocent but you knew otherwise.

As soon as he muted and turned off his webcam, he lifted you up slightly and unbuttoned his jeans. “What are you doing??” you squeaked out, feeling his bulge through his boxers.

“More like what were you doing? Were you touching yourself without my permission?” He tsked teasingly, before pulling out his dick. “Baby, we can’t do this! Your viewers would start to worry if you’re gone this long-”

“Who said I was gonna be gone?” He gave a quick peck on your cheek before lining up to your folds, slowly pushing inside causing you to moan softly.

“Your punishment, cutie, is that you’re going to stay still on my cock, and if you even slightly move, I’ll bounce you once or twice. You wouldn’t want the viewers to hear your slutty moans would you?” You looked at him in shock, and a little bit of lust. 

“I’m back, viewers! Just had to troubleshoot some things.” Gyuvin smiled at the camera after turning everything back on, returning to his game.

For the first half, you were pretty obedient. But then you slowly got more flustered as time went on. You’d let out whimpers from time to time, as your pussy would pulse in need without warning.

Without thinking, you squirmed trying to calm yourself down. By the time you realized what you’ve done, it was too late; He acted as if he was just readjusting, when really he gently thrusted up into your special spot. You let out a little ‘eep!’ but luckily you were able to bite back anything more. Meanwhile, the chat has been overflowing with thirsty comments about you, causing Gyuvin to chuckle. 

“Guys, sorry to inform you but y/n is mine. Isn’t that right babe?” Gyuvin looked at you but instead of waiting for an answer, he decided to be an asshat and thrust up a bit rougher causing you to let out a soft moan.

_craddymommy_: Is she ok? >_>

Your_mom_69: Dayum she made that sound?

BigDEnergy_420: hot ;)

God this was humiliating. Also the last two are such lazy ass names? “She’s fine, just feeling a little flustered, she is camera shy right hun?” He pulled you closer as if that was possible, you staying silent.

As a warning, he pinched the inside of your thigh as you bit back a whine; “It’s rude to ignore the chat you know.” He whispered in your ear, before pulling back and continuing the game.

As he went on, every once in a while you’d move and he’d move his hips to hit your g-spot. 

After an hour more of ‘torture’ and many moans and concerned chatters, he finally leaned back and stretched, ending the live with “Sorry guys, I need to fuck my girlfriend.” 

Right after the end button was hit, Gyuvin wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand going down to your clit as he fucks into you roughly. “You know how- haah- how difficult it was to not fuck you into oblivion with millions of people watching you cum from my cock?” He moaned in your ear, before getting bored of the position and turned you around, picking you up easily with his dick in you at the same time, before going to your bedroom while occasionally slapping your ass. Barely making it into the room, he threw you down on the bed on your stomach. He pulls your ass up and goes back into your tight pussy, pounding hard causing your moans to turn into screams of pleasure.

“F-fuck~ Slow down- ah~!” You whined, with him just ignoring you. As you babbled almost incoherently, him letting out a raspy laugh as if he wasn’t just as needy. “Fuck baby, you drunk off my dick already?” He slammed into you, his balls slapping against your thighs.

As if you weren’t already fucked dumb, he started spanking you leaving handprints. 

“Mm~ such a fucking good girl. Mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.” He growled, suddenly getting possessive thinking of the viewers who might be jacking off over your moans. Sadly you were too dumb to respond, causing him to flip you around and pulling you into a deep kiss.

“Mine~ don’t you fucking forget that” He muttered against your lips.

 It didn’t take much longer before you were close, and right when you came, he followed shortly after. 

A few moments of being out of breath, and him laying down next to you, Gyuvin looked to his side to see you passed out. Letting out a weak chuckle, he got up with a groan and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bath. <3

A/N→Hope you enjoyed ya nasty(Kidding ILY POOKIE) This was way longer than I thought it’d be 💀

[yeonslayjun]

Dumb and Dumber - Hualian

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are so OBVIOUS and OBLIVIOUS at the same time Honestly They amaze me ngl

Cuz Hua Cheng be Like - Wdym Gege Loves me?? That's impossible like I don't think he loves me solely for the fact that I'm one of his last believer left and that I built a FUCKING CITY for him and how I ran helped him in a case and dressed up as a Groom and gege was a bride (Oh his dead heart definitely started beating then pls ) and how I Built a temple to worship him and how I released 3000 lanterns for him and that I've made 10,000 statues for gege and not how I have red thread of fate on my finger bc he tied his hair on my finger

ALSO wdym I had my gay awakening at the land of tender??? Impossible He's my god I can't have those feelings for him bc I'm a dirty piece of shit (NO YOU ARE NOT)

and DEFINITELY NOT HOW I GAVE HIM Spirtual Power... DEFINITELY NOT HAHAHA.... Now let me just ask his hand for marriage OH nvm I'm unworthy he doesn't like me ( WHILE XIE LIAN IS SITTING ON HIS LAP ) let's make it into a joke hahaha..... OH? Gege's says he's happy for my beloved when will he know it's him talking about?? :( ( let's ignore he didn't know half of these lmao)

OH MY GOD GEGE SAW THE STATUES That's it I'm getting disowned by him He'll hate me ofc he will... I knew this would happen no I'm okay, IT'S FINE... Yeah he really should make it clear that he doesn't love me huh? :((

Like Hua Cheng is SO DOWN BAD for Xie Lian Like Honey we get it You exist to LOVE your Taizi Danxia and to serve Cvnt and angst

AND

My guy Xie Lian here is SO VERY OBLIVIOUS like I get that he was practicing abstinence but bro's like -

Oh Hua Cheng is such a pretty name *giggles* Oh and his hands were so beautiful and he was gentle with me too when he dressed as the Groom *blushes* Oh Crimson Rain Sought Flower is his name? *swoons* HOLY SHIT HE'S HOT *nosebleeds*

I like this kid san lang. OoO Did he just suck the poison out of me?!?! DAYUM he killed so many people at once *swoons x2*... WAIT IS HE HUA CHENG??!?! Oh my gosh IT IS Hua Cheng ajhsjdhsudhu Let's act calm and composed hehe. Let's sleep together cuz He would never hurt me >:( I wonder what happened to the kid who said he'd worship only me :( He was a good kid yk? Had one eye covered too kinda like you actually haha Funny Right???

He's so perfect as a "sworn brother" ( Yes I'm looking at you SQX) protecting me and shit. Wait he trusts me??? ME?!?! huh?!?!. San Lang~~~. AHHH HE RELEASED 3000 LANTERNS FOR ME AHHHH I LOVE HIM as a friend ofc ofc.

Oh I LOVE getting Spiritual Energy from him <3 that wasn't a kiss nope it wasn't.... ERROR 101 San Lang asked my hand in marriage ERROR.... o h He was Joking :( ofc he was :((( I wish he wasn't tho :((((( SAN LANG HAS A BELOVED?!?!? Ofc he has He's such a handsome and kind man he probably gets all the bitches he wants But why do I feel smth weird in my heart?? (IT'S CALLED JEALOUSY YOU DUMB MOTHOFO )

Honestly God (Jun Wu LMAO) Knows how he survived the past 800 years like BRO WHY IS YOU SO STUPID when it comes to love?!?!? Like ISTG He's one of the smartest of all the jokes called "GODS". But he still doesn't get it till he saw the 10,000 statues Hua Cheng prepared like pls

ALSO Hua Cheng the ghost king who defeated 33 gods and how his smartass self esp rubbed the floor with them Civil Heavenly Officials But the one moment he needs it to realise the VERY OBVIOUS FACT that Xie Lian loves him The Genius Smartass is nowhere to be seen

But tbh I can't blame Hua Cheng much here cuz Xie Lian was very oblivious to his own feelings pls BUT STILL

Their Slow-burn was too much for me Like the chemistry was SO OBVIOUS but they're just Dumb kids when it comes to feelings *sighs* The Hualian Brainrot is rotting my brain away as we peak

[demonprincezeldris]

Sir this is a Wendy's-

God DAYUM he's so fucking hot.

[donniesbabygirl28]

being a bartender at bucks and officially meeting dallas after a couple of months of looking at eachother from across the bar

Oh my fuck. I love this so much bc yk what. My mom used to be a bartender for a while until she got a different job. And honestly being a bartender sounds hella fun 🤭

YK WHAT I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES 🤭

Dallas Winston x Bartender! Reader (part 1?~)

First of all.

It took Dallas literally NO time to notice you

He wasn’t used to having someone at the bar other than Buck.

But honey, lemme tell you

You was lookin mighty fine 🤭

Bro went through so many emotion changes

Dude fr said “😐😮🤨😳👀😍🥰🤭🫶”

For the past few months he would stay downstairs during parties

Even if he was deprived of sleep

Just to see you

He would pretend that he was playing pool with a buddy (we’ll call his buddy mark)

And yeah, he was playing pool

But.

You were throwing him off

He missed almost every shot

Because he was distracted by you

It was almost like he was under a love spell or sum like that

People around town definitely say that he wouldn’t know what love is even if it hit him in the head.

But trust me

It hit him in the head alright

And it hit him hard

He was lovestruck

You was thinkin that you had somethin on your face

Yeah

A cute face

Everything about you trapped him in a trance

The way your h/c hair would fall when you let it down

The way you dressed

Your smile

Your e/c eyes

Your lips-

He was getting to into it

He definitely denied it when Mark caught him staring

“Hey, you alright, Dally?”

He would just nod his head, making quick and short glances at you.

His friend definitely caught on

“The bartender? Y/n?”

Dallas looked at him like boy wtf

“Huh?!” He said, propping his pool stick up, the other end on the floor

“I noticed you were staring”

“No wonder you’ve been missing your shots, you’re the pool champion”

Dallas shrugged his shoulders, looking at you with admiration

“Go talk to ‘er”

Dallas looked at him with shock

“Hell no. Never in a million years. Not even after forever and a day.”

Mark looked at him and said “why not? You obviously got the hots for her. There ain’t nothing wrong with a hookup”

But that’s the thing

You wouldn’t be just a hookup

He felt something different

Something more.

“Nah. It’s not that.”

His friend realized where he was going with this

“Ahhhh you don’t wanna hookup. Whatchu waiting for then?”

Dallas looked away and set the 8 ball in the middle of the table along with the rest of them, starting a new game, not saying anything.

Mark watched as Dallas ignored his question. He walked up to him and grabbed him by his muscle shirt. (God dayum 😳 yk that boy got muscles 🤭)

“What the hell is with you, dally?! You have never been so insecure about walking up to a woman! The worst she can say is no…unless you’re being a perv about it- but that’s not the point. The point is..you are tuff dally! You got this. If you play your cards right, you might get a girlfriend. Isn’t that what you want? Exactly. So get your ass over there.”

He said as he pushed Dallas in the direction of the bar table

The closer he got to you, the drier his mouth was getting

His palms were getting clammy,

Poor baby is shook to death

But he knows he just needs to play it cool

Like his buddy said

He needs to play his cards right

He stopped in front of the bar stool, sitting in it, almost falling out. That would have been embarrassing.

“Had one too many, sir?” You said jokingly

He chuckled. Your voice was heaven to his ears

“Nah. I haven’t even had any yet.”

He was sweating bullets

“Ah i gatchu.” You were making this drink for a customer when a middle aged man walked up and started asking you for a drink. You could tell he was already drunk.

“Of course sir, let me finish up with this customer and I will be right on it.” You said with a smile, adding the ingredients

“No, you need to hurry.”

Once Dallas heard him get an attitude with you, he was on alert, but calming himself down, figuring you can handle it yourself.

“Sir, I’m going as fast as I can.”

If you can’t be fast than maybe you shouldn’t be a bartender.” He sneered

“Bad things happen to bartenders. You know that, right?”

You were starting to get upset

You slam the cup down, making Dallas jump slightly.

“Listen here, sir. Bad things happen to drunk middle aged men when they start to criticize a woman’s job.”

You said on the verge of tears

Tonight was not the night for you

This almost made Dallas reconsider his decision.

He didn’t want you to get the wrong idea

“Who am I kidding. Bartenders are sluts anyway. Do your job right and we won’t have any problems.”

That was all it took

“Hey. Don’t talk to her like that.”

“She’s trying her best. You think she doesn’t already have enough stress? You have no right to talk to her like that. Have some respect. It’s almost like your mother never taught you how to treat a lady.”

The man just laughed

“Awww. And who are you? Her boyfriend?”He chuckled more

Dallas blushed slightly but hid it before you could see.

“No. I’m not. I’m just sticking up for a girl that has no right to be yelled at for doing her job.”

Your heart melted at his kind words, thinking about how he stood up for a complete stranger, especially you.

But to him, you weren’t a stranger.

You wiped your frustration tears away.

You knew about Dallas Winston. Everyone has.

There were rumors about him coming from every direction in Tulsa.

Example.

He is disrespectful.

You’ve heard about some things he did

Like stealing, being mean to little kids

But your opinion about him changed just now.

His words were so sincere.

The man left, frustrated with Dallas’s protection.

“Thank you so much. If drinks weren’t already free for you, they are now.” You said, your head in your hands, leaning on the bar.

He hesitantly rubbed your back as you took a breather

“Nah. I get some drinks from Buck, he lets me stay here. And you don’t have to give me anything. He was being an asshole.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, still a little scared.

“Yeah. He was. Anyway- what can I get for you?” You said.

This was his chance. Hopefully he doesn’t blow it.

“Um..possibly your name?..”

He already knew your name. I mean, you were a bartender at the place he lived

He just wanted to hear your soft voice

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.” You said sweetly.

He smiled at you, trying to fight the butterflies he was getting just now.

“I’m Dallas.”

You chuckled

“I know, I’ve heard about you.” You said as you wiped the cups, making drinks for customers.

Shit.

His chances with you are probably fucked now.

“Yeah. Uh- i-I’m not that mean of a person, I promise-“

You gave him as sweet smile, which cut him off other than your voice.

“I know. From what you did for me tonight, you ain’t no jackass.” You said, handing him a beer.

“So..you live around here?”

You paused, as you thought he knew

“Oh-um yeah actually. Buck gave me the spare room, I live here with you and him.”

That made him feel stupid, but it made him happier

“Oh. That’s nice. I probably would’ve talked to you much sooner if I knew”

You looked at him sweetly, putting the cup down gently.

“You know, we could hang out if you wanna. Unless you got some crazy girlfriend that goes crazy on your lady friends.” You joked

“You got this Dallas!!” Ya’ll heard Mark say from the pool table.

You laughed and Dallas blushed and told him to shut the fuck up.

“Nope. No crazy girlfriend. Nope nope nope.” He said, way quicker than he should have.

You laughed and caressed his cheek jokingly, you joke with all your friends like that.

“Good to know.” You said as you went up the stairs

He stayed behind, caught in a trance from your touch.

He put his hand on his cheek and walked back to Mark, who saw the whole thing.

“Seeee what did I tell ya?”

“She’s not my gf tho so the only thing you did was push me. And embarrassed me. “ (silly mark 😒)

“But hey! At least you made a friend? You got to talk to her.”

Dallas leaned against the pool table

“Yeah I guess” he said, touching his cheek.

He couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.

[jazzzz-zz]

~Confessions~

Hiii this is my first smut so please feel free to tell me how I did :)

----NSFW warning----- AGED UP---- female reader---- Also, Kyle's lines are green and Y/n's are blue :)

It was cold and cloudy and you just got done cleaning up the house and took a shower. Your dad was outside hanging out with the other dads of the neighborhood watching sports in the garage and your mom was talking to Sharon, Sheila, Carol, and Liane. Your just relaxing on your bed when all the sudden you hear the doorbell ring.

Coming! You shout and run downstairs and answer the door. Hey, wanna hangout? Im bored and No, the guys arent coming. Kennys Busy, Cartmans playing video games and Stan's out with Wendy. Oh, sure! I was just gonna text you. Come inside, we can hangout upstairs. You had liked him for a while but never confessed because you were scared he wouldnt like you. You were a bit more on the...less Feminine side. Yea, you liked wearing makeup but not heavy makeup.And you dressed a bit differently.

He sits on the bed next to you. Wanna watch a movie on your tv? hmm? sure! put anything on idc. cool He sits up close to you under the blanket and watches the movie. He see's you go on your phone and smacks it. C'mon Y/N, lets hangout. He leans to you and says playfully. GOD DAYUM you loved when he randomly says your name. Alright, i will. hold up i needa get my water. He was on the side thats next to your nightstand. You reach over him and go to get your water but accidentally latch onto his thigh for support.

Shit! i- uh sorry! You both just stare at eachother and blush. His face reaction calms down a bit. You didnt notice it, but he almost was giving a lustful expression. No no, your fine. He grins. It just goes silent for a few minutes.

Your still blushing from the incident. You dont know what to do. Do you confess? You hesitate for a bit. You already apoligized but you need something to break the silence.You finally decide to just confess. Yes, you felt like it was an awkward time to but you needed to get it off your chest.

Hey uh kyle? You stuttered nervously. Hmm? Yea whats up? Ok so I need to tell you something important and I get it if you uh..."disagree". OK? He giggles a bit. Dude, chill out. just tell me. He laughs. Ok so...I like you. Like, well not like, I love you. I get if you dont feel the same i dont wanna ruin our friendship. He lifts your chin up to him and giggles. I love you to...thought it was obvious lmao. That or your just blind. He laughs and kisses you. So...wanna be official? y-yea would love to.

you then shift yourself so now your ontop of him and kiss him. Is this alright? He blushes. Perfect. He then pulls your face to his and starts making out with you. Hold on... He takes his jacket off. He has a black shirt on underneath. He then pins you and starts kissing you again.

He grabs onto your lower waist and pauses to look at you. Wanna continue? You try and catch your breath first before you can speak. Please. You then wrap your arms around his neck and continue kissing him. You look at him and smirk.

Without even saying anything he takes off his shirt. He was muscular but not like...bulky or anything. He was fucking hot tho. You take your shirt off and your pants. He looks at your body and blushes as you look at his. He still has pants on. You sit on the bed and blush. Your in your underwear and a bra.

He slides off his pants and you both begin kissing again. You get off of him and he sits up on the edge of the bed. Is something wrong? No. You giggle a bit and kneel down and place your hands on his thighs and look up at his face. Are you- you then pull down his boxers and his Hard member springs up. I- what the fuck. What? Is something wrong? No, nothings wrong. You just stare....amazed but almost intimidated.

You look up at him then down at his Member and put it in your mouth. He puts his hand on your head and bury's his fingers in your hair. Aa- y-y/n~ He moans and starts making whimpers. You then pull your mouth off and stand up. Ready? you say out of breath. Y-yea

You run to under the bathroom sink and grab a condom. You slip it on him and sigh. Ok...let me just... You sit on him as hes laying down and press your hands on his chest. He smirks at you and covers his mouth. Ready? He says removing his hand. Mhm. You blush. You steadily push him inside of you. You gasp as you feel yourself climb down him. He puts his hands on your waist and looks at you. You can start whenever you want He smiles.

a-alright. You feel his hands grip onto your hips tighter as you slowly shift your weight in and up and down motion. F-fuck. A moan escapes from his lips.

H-how does that feel? You almost struggle trying to say. Amazing~ You can feel him pounding against your core. He gets up then pins you and digs his head into your shoulder. He whimpers and grunts as he thrusts back and fourth into you.

fuck i think im close- You dig your hands into his back. Me to He then goes a bit faster and then stops. You felt him become deep and then you moan loudly and he has to use his hand to cover your mouth. You both reached your climax and you just lay there, out of breath.

He lays next to you and just looks at you. You were fucking amazing He says and kisses your forehead. Y-you to...we should get cleaned up now tho You sit up and laugh. Yea..probably a good idea. You both kiss and then start getting cleaned up.

HIIII!!!!! please let me know how i did omfg lmao im so nervous it turned out bad! Thanks for reading it and i hope you enjoyed it :))))) this is my first smut lol

[cyberrose2001]

(Not a request. But I won’t stop you if you wanna write it ;)

I’d find it hilarious if tfa Sentinel tried to fight tfp Megatron (tfa would work too but I find it to be funnier with the tfp ver) lost, and then got fragged so hard that he couldn’t walk for a week afterward. Look, I’m all for bottom Megatron, BUT, someone needs to spike that smarmy son of a bitch Sentinel, and I would find it hilarious and throughly satisfying if Megatron were the one to put him in his place

Ouugh TFP Megatron fucking the brains out of TFA Sentinel is not something that I have thought about, but sounds really hot 🥵

like imagine the size difference…. god dayum…

[nitpickrider]

any villains you have an inordinate fondness for? One of mine is the Enforcer. I don't why, his name makes little sense but I like his costume. Black and white, simplistic but striking enough to stand out.

That's a super broad question but since you mentioned Enforcer I guess I can limit it to thinking of a Marvel guy with similar energy umm...OH!

People hanging around my blog lately have been able to see me growing an appreciation for Serpent Society mainstay Anaconda, AKA Blanche Sitznski She seems like she's really the backbone of the Serpent Society. Not the leader, not one of the group's big movers and shakers but it wouldn't feel like it was really THEM without her hanging around.

I think her powers of having arms that can extend and expand to massive, crushing sizes backed by invulnerability and super strength are very neat and lend themselves to a lot of clever, 3 dimensional thinking in a fight scene. I like her personality, that's she's a rough and tumble kind of gal who's always raring for a fight and will knock you flat on your ass and then six feet down in the pavement for questioning her strength or competence. She's one the Society's heaviest hitters and anyone who has a problem with her gender, how she expresses it (VERY butch from what I can tell) or the expression of her powers meaning her body being covered in scales and having visible gill-whiskers on her face is going to be VERY dead, VERY quickly. She has a job, she's good at it, anyone wants to look at her funny about it can deal with the medical costs. And, if you will allow me to be a bit crass under the Read More

She is so. FUCKING. HOT. And PRETTY. and BUILT. and JESUS H. CHRIST SERIOUSLY. Anyone hanging around here knows I have a thing about muscular ladies and while a generally fit and trim girl with an eight pack stomach is one thing, Anaconda is what I mean when I say I like MUSCULAR. LADIES <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 The whiskers on her face and her body being covered head to toe in rough scales do not throw that off one bit. If anything they make it oh so, SO much better. Fucking my god, whoever put her in that one piece in this issue must have loved me and people like me very specifically DAYUM. Ahem. Anyway, yes. Anaconda.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts (May 17-May 24)

Kara no Kyoukai

Smut, Can I get Mikiya being pegged? The whodunit doesn’t matter.

A whodunit on who pegged Mikiya

I would like Mikiya to have a moment where he sees another guy of your choice and realizing that oh, okay maybe my bisexuality isn't just with Shiki. Men are hot. Oh fu-

Tsukihime

Something with Hisui getting chained up

El-Melloi's Case Files

It turns out Gray’s dislike being seen as a pretty girl and constant dysphoria ends up being a mundane gender thing just as much as a ‘my physical appearance and identity have been slowly and painfully overwritten by a long-dead woman’s by the hands of fundamentalists’ thing. Ideally, additionally include Waver and Reines being supportive and going out of their way to help find means to present more masculine even with the unique issues of a magically 'frozen’ body.

Fate/Apocrypha

humbly asking for content specifically about Astolfo & the moon. thinking about it, telling others about it, being scared by the memory of it, w/e. would be very interested in something with BB specifically, but i really just want more content of my favorite paladin. thanks!

Fate/Zero

Saber alter in fate zero, what will she do?

Fate/Stay Night

Smut, medusa try's to get some mana from issei by using the dream illusions of the 2 woman demolition derby that is rin & luvia as a way to get what she needs , that plan obviously doesn't work. but after some trial & error ,medusa finds out that issei is down bad for shirou. cue the wet dream featuring issei getting tag teamed by 2 shirous (exact scenario of the dream is up to whoever fills this) after issei wakes up in the morning with morning wood & hella strong post nut clarity , he decides to call shirou.

Smut, noncon, let shinji do some time in the worm pit. god bless

Smut, I come humbly requesting for Saber/Guinevere sex. Specifically I want them to have the worst sex known to man. When Saber was given a dick to conceive a king they probably went at it like rabbits, but frankly I can't imagine either of them being happy with this. Even if they wanted it to happen it probably wasn't like this. So that's what I'm asking for! Everyone having a bad time having incredibly clinical and repressed sex.

Smut, Artoria and Iri bang except Iriviel is currently in Holy Grail form so it's more like Artoria trying to do passionate erotic acts with a cup. Iri is still completely conscious and appriciates the effort.

Sakura , rin & luvia are locked in chastity belts , and unfortunately for them , shirou has the only key. and to make matters worse shirou & artoria are out of town & won't be back for 3 months!

FGO

Nobunaga’s hat is precious to her. The moment she loses her hat, she acts as if she outright died. it’s up to Nobukatsu, okita, and mysterious Ranmaru x to find her hat before things go out of control!

Hokusai and Bakin’s body-sharing with their daughters becomes really awkward and unfortunate for them when said daughters begin a relationship in spite of their protests

castoria, chen gong, and mephistopheles face an impossible challenge: solving a problem without blowing anything or anyone up

Gudako/Gudao (doesn’t matter who) is thrown into a singularity that is basically finding out ‘whodunnit’, but with a twist: the singularity will reset whenever the ‘culprit’ is found and keeps going until the true culprit is caught.

Smut, Castoria and Sieg having fun away from Gudako following a tiring farming session. Spoilers: they fuck.

gawd dayum kipposhi got hips… anyways he and okita fuck. In Okita’s defense, kipposhi got the Rama specialty hips

the crypters attempt to summon something at 3 AM. ENDS HORRIBLY WRONG, SUMMONED DEMONS AND ALMOST DIED (and we killed lancer)

Ritsuka and Angra spend time together and they talk about their similarities. Angra being the host of all the hatred and curses of humanity, while Ritsuka carries on the despair and death he brought on to the lostbelts

Unsanitary, kagetora and nobu fighting… WITH THEIR NATURAL WEAKNESS! Is the somehow useable toilet mighty, or is Mitsuhide mightier than a toilet?

Castoria’s need enrichment. Be sure to put yours in a Houdini like trap at least once a week. Locks are mandatory!

Hijikata and Okita getting stuck in an unknown place In order to leave, one must sacrifice their life for the other to escape. With only 3 days to decide and a very annoying Gudako, what’s the worst that can happen?

Dubcon, Carmilla doing bdsm torture on a female servant until she loses her mind. Dubcon, but eventually she will come back for more

Muramasa confronts EMIYA on why he hates him so much, and we see emiya just fucking trauma dumping about everything he passed through and how Muramasa gives him PTSD

Alternate ending to Salem where Ritsuka tells Abigail to live as a normal child, instead of becoming a servant

mash uses one of those ancestry dna test kits , & when the results arrive , it turns out that mash has a sibling that was summoned to chaldea , it's Kiritsugu Emiya.

Smut, futa koyan twins get gudao pregnant so dobryna will get off their asses about grandchildren.

Smut, based off that one post, I'm surprised no-one had Bedivere getting dicked down by Xiang Yu while Yu Mei-Ren coaches him through it, maybe even give him some extra stimulation

Smut, Kiara and Hans have lovey-hatey sex, they love each other but they can't stop fighting because that's how they show love

Smut, Kintoki heroically protects master from attempts on their virtue by ibuki douji by fucking them himself. This may or may not fail spectacularly and end with ibuki getting in on it anyways. But kintoki still punched the boss's v card.

gudako becoming a ceo and joining the kengan association after retiring as master, not because they need money or have any interest in running a business/fight ring but because the kengan tournaments are the only place they can find dick from insane men who love to beat the shit out of each other close the level of what they had at chaldea

if beryl's so damn obsessed with mash , why not turn him into a mash clone? it's the author's choice on how he's transformed .

Saber & foreigner molay meet via a crash into hello , accidentally knocking each other's glasses off in the scuffle. turns out the reason why molay never takes off her glasses is not because of something lewd , it's because she's practically blind without 'em & so is saber molay . Saber & foreigner molay put on each others glasses by accident, after 2-3 minutes off feeling around for their glassess

Any Fandom

Something to do with drowning. Doesn’t necessarily have to be water. Could be blood, could be someone’s liquified stuff, could be Meltryllis’s body, could be drowning with your head deep in someone’s bloody guts chewing on their intestines. Just something that involves suffocation from too much stuff.

Crossover

It's already rerun time and I still have yet to see someone draw second ascension Summer Kiara interacting with Poison Final Fight, which makes me sad because that'd be hot. Ideally hot AND funny.

[a-kaash-me-outside]

TORIII!!! TORIIIII MY BUB!!!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS I'M SCREAMUING AJKFBJKSDB HOLY MOLY JSNFDJKSD!!!!!

i already took a break to calm myself down so that i can form a coherent reaction but now that i'm sat here on my laptop, i am once again hit by WAVES OF EMOTIONS!!!!! (*≧∀≦*)

first off!! when we knocked on tsumu's door and he was only wearing his hoodie and athletic shorts I FREAKIN GASPED BC!!!! WOW THAT'S FREAKIN GENIUS!!!! we met tsumu in that fit the first time AND LEMME TELL YOU that fit was the *reason* why i fell in love with tsumu in this fic!!! i can just imagine his toned thighs and and his abs and I AM LOSING MY MIND bc this fit MADE A COMEBACK AHGJKHSDJKGH I LOVE IT

then their convo?!?!?! tsumu saying that we're good n great, and he knows that he's been real shitty, he's aware that he's been an ass— i was reading that part with bated breath, hand on my chest, tears rimming my eyes!!! SO GOOD!!! i mean granted he didn't directly say "sorry" but i felt that in our first kiss (and quite frankly by how he fucked us senseless right after that sdhjfks) he was so gentle and patient and he wanted us to take the lead and then he just hit us with "but can i kiss you for a little longer first?" LEMME TELL YOU!!!! I FREAKIN DIED!!!! I THINK MY CHEST EXPLODED THAT TIME IDEK SDJKLDNSGJKS

and then the part that we've all been waiting for THE SMUT

I MEAN WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?!?!?!? how do i even describe all the emotions that i felt during that?!?!?!? can one even form a coherent response while tsumu is out there making us SEE STARS?!?!?!?! AHWFJSHJKSGBK

i'll be honest tho. i'm not really into m! receiving oral (in general) bc just reading abt it makes me physically gag and idk i hate that kind of sensation BUT for atsumu??? I. Will. Go. Through. It and the way we was so confident??? dayum, we was so HOT fr fr if reader decides to have a seminar or a crash course abt being hot and confident like that and even just abt sucking dick, i will be the first to sign up jsfhjksdh

and tsumu saying "and you’ll be so sore ya can’t get out of bed and walk to yer room" OH MY GOODNESS that is so filthy BUT IT IS SO HOT OH MY GOODNESS HNNNNGGGGG and his accent??? I WANT TO HEAR TSUMU TALK (and whisper) TO ME LIKE THAT EVERY NIGHT NGL SLJKGHSJG

and also!!!! i read in one of your asks that your fics are chubby coded, i couldn't believe it at first bc i haven't noticed it but then !!!! "you lean your weight into your wrists, he can feel it all on his sternum. the pressure is incredible, like he couldn’t take control if he wanted to right now." THIS MADE ME SO FREAKING HAPPY I'M UGLY SOBBING RN AJKSJKHS THIS LINE MADE ME FEEL SEEN AND LOVED (づ◡﹏◡)づ♡♡♡

i wouldn't elaborate any further bc this will just be me quoting your lines back to you and my ask is already getting out of hand. i know that i've already told you in my previous asks that this fic is so good but i just want to tell you again how GOOD your writing is!!!! i just LOVE how you write complex emotions, friendly banters, and just everything!!!! you are an amazing writer, tori ( ◡‿◡ )♡

okay one last scream

WOW HOLY MOLY THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS AN OUT OF THIS WORLD EXPERIENCE FR FR THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US A GOOD MEAL, TORI BUB!!!!! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

OMG OMG. BABE. THIS?!??!?!?! this ASK omg. i'm literally swooning bb swear to god. i can't. i was smiling and smirking the whole way through this shit. ALL of the things that you pointed out are things that i absolutely loved writing or hoped people would pick up on so i'm just AH thank you T-T

AND YEA YEA. i'm glad that you noticed and picked up on it. i really do write for chubby readers, just like? lowkey? not over the top and in your face or anything, just like! i am! so when i visualize the scenes, i put myself in that position. SO YEA. i'm glad you picked up on the little bits that i put in there and stuff. <3 and that it made u feel seen <3

i'm sososoos glad you loved it and let me just AH tell you that AH. this shit? made me <3 yes <3 thank you so much. <3 so happy. TT

[roosterbox]

The Hannibal watching finally resumes! I might have gotten back to it in December, but that month SUUUUUCKED for me, in ways I cannot begin to summarize.

But this is a new month. A new year, even! And I am ready.

Also I took notes

Season 2! We in it baybeeeee

Hanni doing what he does best - slicing dat meat

Oh hai Jack

Reflections

Oh shit son

The girls are FIGHTING

One one hand, go Hannibal. On the other, FUCK HIM UP JACK

Oh damn, DAYUM, Jack just fucking BODIES him, Jesus

Jack with the tie garrote for the win… hold up!

Glass to the neck! Ah, who could have seen it coming?

Jack: *record scratch* yeah that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got here…

Twelve weeks earlier…

So is this entire season just flashbacks to show how we get from the end of season one to Mizumono? Because okay, that’s a way to do it I suppose.

Moar meat

Oooooh sea urchin too

Hai again Jack

Title drop

“I never feel guilty eating anything.” Lol Hannibal

Talking about Will. Jack feels guilty, AS HE SHOULD.

Hanni says investigate me, bitch

My baby boyyyyyyy ❤️

Him fish

The stag. He’s thinking of Hannibal.

Ah, Chilton! You look a lot better than the last time I saw you, lol.

Also, surviving what you did? Respect.

Speaking of Chilton, what an asshole. He’s only saved in the series because he’s played by Raul Esparza, but movie Chilton? No redeeming qualities. ZERO.

Cynthia Nixon!

She’s an administrator, huh?

Everybody trying to figure out what went wrong with Will. It starts with an H and ends with annibal

New case!

Poor guys, lol

Bedelia!

Hanni just wants to see bae

“I miss him.” *screeching into the void*

“Will is my friend.” *currently emitting a noise only dogs can hear*

Hanni: hey boo

Will: alright time to seduce a cannibal how hard can it be?

Light years from friendship, lol okay sure Will

Oh shit, damn. Will with clarity is hot as fuuuuuuuck. Hannibal doesn’t stand a chance.

Y’know, I like Mads Mikkelsen as much as the next guy, but that’s a liiiiiittle close for me

BEV! God I love her. And don’t worry, I know the terrible irony in my saying that. I’m not going into this series COMPLETELY blind, after all

“It’ll be your evidence that convicts Will.” Boy she sure looks happy about that, lol.

Time to see how the other half lives, eh Hanni?

Water bloated bodies, lovely

I love fountain pens

I think Hannibal is very turned on that Will knows him, in a sense.

I ❤️ Gillian Anderson

Seeing these interactions between Hanni and Bedelia, I can more easily accept them running off to Europe together. Bedennibal doesn’t hold a candle to Hannigram, of course.

THE DOGS ❤️❤️❤️

Winston!!!!1!! He goes home to wait for Will 😭😭😭

That’s right, blame the encephalitis

Chilton you motherfucker

Hypnosis time

Dang Will, this is so not relaxing, lol

Quite a feast

EAR

more food! And vegetarian this time! Hannibal, you’re branching out!

Will won’t talk to Chilton - he’s a smart cookie

Hannibal: he thinks of me so much? Awwww boo…

Packed subway train. Thank god I’ve never been on one. So many people near me would give me a freaking mental breakdown.

“Nice skin.” Asdfjklbfjblk this is exactly what would happen, my mind tells me

That guy’s probably dead

Inside the mind of a killer. Would be creepy if the show wasn’t named after the baddest killer of them all, lol.

Hey Zeller!

Jimmy! I love you too! Always gotta show love to one of the Kids in the Hall

Bev is still thinking 🤔

I freaking love Bev and Will’s friendship, seriously

Getting a consult

Ah, prison food. Not like the stuff hanni made for you, huh?

So… Hannibal forces a long pipe down Will’s throat. At what point exactly does this stop being subtle?

Wait, was it even supposed to be subtle? Lmaooo. (I am aware it was not)

And that’s the story of the ear

Jack, feeling contemplative. Still wondering what went wrong.

I’m still crying over Winston *sobs*

I still like Alana, dang it.

“Hannibal’s not guilty.” Lmaooo Jack you are a leading FBI agent, this isn’t a good look for you, my dude.

Side note: I love Jack, partially because he’s Laurence Fishburne, but even the Scott Glenn one is alright. But he is kind of a dick.

Moar fishing

Dreaming about Jack - Hanni would be so jealous, lol

My blorbo ❤️

Hannibal just stares at Will’s empty chair, lmaooo this pining loser

Is this the exact moment where it hits home for Hannibal that Will being in jail means he can’t see him as much? Lol.

Oh dang, my dude is still alive! What a fucking trooper.

That is quite a display of bodies.

And that’s Kaiseki, finished. Good cliffhanger, lol

(btw the fact that my twelfth note is the twelve weeks earlier caption? A happy accident, I assure you.)