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[navybrat817]

Heatwave

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: It's hot and you cool down with a sweet treat. You decide to give Bucky a treat, too.

Word Count: Over 2k

Warnings: Dirty talk, possessive behavior, oral sex (m. receiving, talk of f. receiving), reference to sex, humor, slight feels if you squint, reader is horny and down for Bucky Barnes (he's also a warning, okay?).

A/N: A SINday treat thanks to an ask from @buckyismysafehaven. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The heat was a bitch and had been for days. You were thankful that you and Bucky had the day off since the very thought of going outside almost made you sweat. You didn’t bother getting dressed, opting to sit around in your underwear near the air conditioner so you could stay cool. Your man tried to stay dressed after a cold shower, which lasted all of two minutes before he stripped off his black t-shirt and pants and muttered about how ungodly warm it was. Your poor super soldier ran hot without trying.

You sympathized. You really did but seeing him in a delicious pair of boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination had you rubbing your thighs together. And him sitting on the couch with his legs open and head tilted back with his eyes closed, it was reminiscent of how he looked some days when you were on your knees for him. Only the clench in his jaw gave away how frustrated he was. You didn’t blame him for that at all since it was hot as balls.

Speaking of balls, you wanted Bucky’s balls in your mouth. And his cock. Sure, there were other things you could do, like read or clean. The two of you could watch a movie and cuddle if it cooled off a bit. Or you could suck Bucky so good that his eyes would roll back and his soul would briefly leave his body. You were certain your soul once went to some version of Valhalla after marathon sex with him.

Oh, what a fun day that was…

“Thanks for the popsicle,” you said, licking it from the bottom to top. You stocked up when you heard there was going to be a heatwave. It was a nice treat to help you stay cool and it didn't hurt that you could tease him with the visual innuendo if he opened his eyes. 

“You're welcome, sweetheart,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I can feel you staring at me.”

Of course, you were. Bucky was a looker, a stunner, an eleven out of ten, sin incarnate, something straight out of a romance novel, a walking and talking wet dream. Some days you looked at him and couldn't form a single thought. It was just noises and gibberish. 

“Because you’re hot,” you said, continuing to stare. He was honest to god one of the hottest men you had ever seen and you weren’t sure how you got anything done with him around. “Hotter than the temperature outside.”

The sweet treat melted in your mouth faster when he tilted his head and finally opened his eyes. His pupils dilated when you pushed it as deep as it could go. Your eyes didn’t water since you had more than enough practice taking him into your throat and the treat didn’t compare to his thickness. “I am hot,” he teased in a tone that bordered on cockiness, which you loved. Seeing him confident in his skin, in himself, that meant everything. “And you are so hot I’m about to lose my underwear. I don't know why either of us bother wearing any.” 

He had a point. Why did you two bother? Oh, yeah. Life and adulting and all of that other stuff that required clothing.

He smirked when you licked some of the sticky sweetness off your lips and let your gaze travel down his wide torso. “You should,” you encouraged, gesturing between his legs. “And when I’m done sucking on this popsicle, I can suck on your cock.”

His head fell back with a groan. It was fun being upfront with what you wanted. Life was too short not to be. “You want my cock in your mouth? In this heat?” he whispered, palming himself with a quiet hiss. 

Super soldiers and their sensitivity.

You hummed and slid off the couch, trying your best to look sexy as you moved toward him while holding the popsicle. Even if you looked ridiculous, he wouldn’t care since your mere presence seemed to turn him on. You were lucky you didn’t get a big head because of that.

Big head. Head. You wanted to give Bucky head. He deserved all the blowjobs in the world after the shit he had been through.

“I sure do. I want your cock no matter how you’ll give it to me. Morning, afternoon, evening, any day of the week that ends in ‘y’, and any month of the year that has at least 28 days,” you told him. It sounded like a joke, but you were deadly serious and he didn't laugh. If Bucky Barnes could fuck you all day every day, you’d happily accept that as your purpose in life and forever volunteer as tribute. 

He moaned, the same moan he let out when he recently went down on you. The taste of you drove him wild and he loved diving between your thighs to satisfy his hunger, especially when you sat on his face. None of that hovering shit either. He demanded that you sit on him like a fucking seat. Of course, you obeyed. It was the right thing to do. 

And if he died, he’d die doing what he loved… you. 

“And right now you want my cock in your mouth?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Not in your pussy, which I know is soaked?”

Bucky always knew the second you got wet. It was impossible to hide arousal from him. “Uh-huh. I want your cock in my mouth. Then I want it in my pussy, and maybe my ass after that.” His head snapped up so quickly you thought he’d hurt himself and you just smiled. It looked innocent, but there was so much sin underneath it. “That’s right, Bucky. I’d let you fuck my tight ass if you asked me nicely.”

You were in the camp that your ass was an “exit only” until Bucky entered your life. What could you say? The man made you want to be a whore, specifically his whore. So, if he wanted to fuck your ass and tease your pussy with a dildo of his size and shape, you’d beg for it and more.

“I’ll ask nicely like a gentleman,” he promised in a husky tone, his legs opening more so you could comfortably kneel between them. The man could be a gentleman, buying you flowers just because, holding open doors, and insisting on paying for dates. And then he'd turn around and fuck you like he was making up for lost time. “For now, how about I just wreck your mouth since you offered?”

You made sure he watched as you licked some more of your treat, his breathing heavier and his thighs trembling. Your thighs trembled, too, and your pussy ached. Sex may not be the best idea since it would heat you up and it was hot enough, but who said you couldn’t take another cold shower? Plus, bad ideas could be fun. “Yes, please. Wreck my mouth the way you need to,” you said, putting the popsicle back in your mouth for a second to keep it cold. “Think about how nice my mouth feels because of this.”

“Makes me wonder how quickly that thing would melt if I put it in your pussy,” he mused, making your eyes go wide. “But that could be messy and I'm not about to risk you getting an infection or worse.”

“I adore you,” you said. As horny as you could both be for each other, safety and consent mattered. “And agreed. No popsicle in my pussy today. Just let me keep licking it so I can cool off your gorgeous cock.”

“Let me have a taste,” he murmured, leaning down and cupping your face with tenderness he didn't believe he possessed some days. 

Your mouth was anything but cool when he pressed his lips to yours and slid his tongue past with no resistance. His tongue dueled with yours, heating you up from the inside out. It had you so hot that you whined when he pulled away, and you were happy that he looked as ruined as you. Kisses shouldn't be that powerful, but it was a power you shared together. 

“Now let me have a taste,” you whispered, your heart pounding as you kissed down his warm chest and stomach. 

He put a hand on the back of your head with a smile, not rushing you when you mouthed along his underwear. You knew he’d feel how cool your lips were through the fabric. “And my cock isn’t gorgeous,” he chuckled, his gaze softening. “But you look gorgeous taking it.”

You pulled back so quickly he whimpered. You made the former Winter Soldier whimper. Oh, that had you smirking and nearly dripping down your thighs. Or was that because he praised you? “Your cock is gorgeous. It’s the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen, and it’s gorgeous when it ruins my holes,” you said, helping him tug his underwear down far enough to free him.

You almost whimpered this time as you stared at it. Or was it staring at you? It was so thick and big, and you still didn’t know some days how you took him. You told yourself it was because you were made for him, which was the same thing he said to you. You loved everything he said to you. 

“I know, sweetheart. I know. I feel it, too.”

“‘Atta girl. I knew you could take it.”

“Gonna make me blow if you keep doing that.”

“This pussy was made for my cock. You were made for me.”

“You’re mine. All fucking mine.”

“I love it when you fall apart for me.”

“I love you.”

You loved the beautiful menace, too. 

He growled when you sucked the tip into your mouth. “Fuck, that feels good.” The precum was sweeter than normal thanks to fruity aftertaste from your frozen treat. You’d have to ask him later if he could try pineapple juice so you could test that theory. “And what do you mean the most gorgeous cock you’ve ever seen? That implies that you’ve seen other cocks,” he said through his teeth.

You almost giggled, but the extra growl he let out stopped you. Neither of you were virgins before each other, but he liked to pretend he was your one and only. You loved his possessive streak, and he was the only one who mattered. Another day you might egg him on so he’d fuck the brat out of you, but you chose this battle wisely with the heat being what it was, swallowing down your words the way you swallowed him down. The icing on the cake was the angelic look in your eyes as you did so. 

The same look that always made his hard cock turn to steel.

You pulled off to take one more lick of your popsicle when it began to melt faster. “How about this? Let me help you forget all about the heat while you make me forget that anyone exists outside of you,” you offered, smirking once more. “I’ll get you off before this melts.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And I get to fuck your ass bare, just like your pussy?”

You gasped, and you were lucky you didn’t drop the popsicle. Condoms existed, but Bucky didn’t like anything between you when you had sex and neither did you. Knowing he’d truly claim all of your holes had your head spinning in a way that had nothing to do with the heat.

“As long as it’s in front of a mirror so I can see your face,” you answered.

He seemed to contemplate that, his blue eyes sparkling when he brought your hand to his mouth and licked away the juice that dripped onto your fingers. You clenched around nothing, and he knew it. “Deal,” he sighed with a smile and slid back into your waiting mouth. “Now help me forget the heat, and I’ll make you forget about the rest of the world.”

And that was exactly what the two of you did.

So, yeah. Happy SINday, lovelies. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Not sure who would give us that pretty necklace, but it's not Tony for sure. His necklace would be filled with diamonds and have a tracker incrusted.

Where You Are, Is Where I Want To Be

I went off.... I was only going to do a drabble...

Warnings: this fic will include dark content stalking, power imbalance, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your work life starts to infringe on your personal time.

Characters: Tony Stark, reader is Bucky's gf.

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“Oh no,” you pull your hand away from your neck. You frown as you hold up the loose gem. 

“What’s up?” Tony asks casually as he looks up above his glasses, a tablet in hand, lips downturned in concentration. 

“My necklace,” you hold up the amethyst. “It broke...” 

“Hmm,” he sets the tablet down and comes around counter between you. “Let me see.” 

You stiffen as he approaches, not used to him being so close. He holds out his hand and you set the teardrop gem in his palms. He squints at it and pushes his glasses up his nose. His cheek dimples. 

You flinch as he pinches the chain around your neck and lines up the gem. 

“Claws are bent,” he brushes his thumb over the silver. “Easy fix.” 

“Yeah?” You look down at his hand, your chin almost touching the knuckle of his thumb. 

“Sure,” he says. “Leave it with me.” 

“Oh... well...” 

“It’s important?” He asks. 

“Um...” you reach back and unclasp it, letting it slack in his grasp. “Bucky gave it to me.” 

He nods and examines it thoughtfully. “I’ll get it back, good as new.” 

You’re not entirely sure. It’s no secret your boss isn’t much of a fan of your boyfriend. It’s complicated, but the few times you offered to quit, neither of them entertained the thought. 

“Alright, thanks. I could always take it to a jeweler.” 

“Pshht, don’t waste the money,” he rescinds his reach as he looks at the chain. “It’s no problem.” 

“Well, thanks. I appreciate that.” 

“You know me. Always tinkering with something,” he walks back around the table and leans on the stool he formerly perched on. You watch him until his dark eyes flick up. “What?” 

“Nothing,” you shake your head. “Just, you know, never know when you’re in a good mood.” 

“I’m not,” he grumbles and lowers his gaze as he tucks the necklace in his chest pocket. He takes the tablet and exhales. “You can thank Stephen for that.” 

💎

You drag your finger around the screen, turning the schematics as your brows nearly meet in the middle. Tony’s notes are never easy to decipher. He writes in a language all the own and expects you to understand what all those little exclamation marks mean. 

“Dinner’s here,” Bucky interrupts you before you can hunch any further. You look up and sit straight, rubbing the muscles beside your neck. 

“Thanks,” you say. “Sorry, I got... lost.” 

“Yep,” he brings the paper bag over and sets it behind your laptop, propped open on the kitchen island. “We agreed about working in the kitchen.” 

“Oh, yeah...” you cringe. “I... sorry. I meant to move to the office.” 

“I get it. You don’t want me taking my arm apart in here,” he shrugs. “Fair enough.” 

“No, no, we agreed.” You close your laptop. “Won’t happen again.” 

He opens the paper bag and takes out the first container. Honey garlic wings dripping in sauce. You asked for a salad... 

��Smells good,” you say, waiting for him to hand you your greens. 

He unpacks. Another container of wings, those one buffalo, and a container of french fries. You hide your disappointment. Who are you to complain? He bought dinner while you whittled away your own time working on Tony’s mess. 

“I’m gonna need a bib,” you snort as he hands you a plate. 

“Why? I’ll lick up the mess,” he winks. You smirk and tilt your head. It has been a while. 

You pluck one wing from each container and a handful of fries. You sense him watching you. You glance up. 

“That’s it?” He asks. 

“You have a bigger appetite,” you shrug. “Really, it’s a lot of grease.” 

He rolls his eyes. “What’s this thing you’re on about salads?” 

“Nothing. I just... I’m trying to be more conscious.” 

“Uh huh,” he tuts. “You know, you don’t need to worry about that.” 

“I’m not worried about... that. It’s not about my body.” 

“Coulda fooled me. You won’t even take off your shirt when--” he stops himself. “I miss you.” 

“I know, I miss you too,” you pick at a wing. “It’s not you. I’m stressed. That's all.” 

“Tell me about it,” he mutters as he eats right out of the container. “Is stress why you’re not wearing your necklace?” 

You flinch and touch your throat. You look at him. 

“Tony.” 

“What?” He narrows his eyes. 

“Tony has it.” 

“Tony has it?” He sneers. 

“Fixing it. The gem fell out,” you say. “I almost forgot.” 

“Huh. Well, I coulda fixed that.” 

“I... he offered. I didn’t want to lose the stone,” you frown. 

He chews. You peek up. You see the agitation in his cheek. 

“We can... tonight. I’m sorry--” 

“Don’t make it like I’m twisting your arm,” he growls. A glop of sauce lands on his white tee shirt. He huffs. “Shit.” 

“I want to.” You insist. It’s not a lie. You’re just so tired. 

💎

You rush into Tony’s office without knocking. You’ve only done that a few times. You grip your phone tight, heart racing. He looks up at you casually as he swivels in his chair. 

“Hey,” he grimaces in surprise. 

“I--” You stop sharply on your heels. “I-- You said there’s an emergency.” 

He snickers and leans forward, rolling closer to his desk. “False alarm.” He reaches to his pen cup and hooks his finger under the silver chain hanging from one of the pens. “All fixed.” 

Your necklace dangles from his finger. You heave and drag your feet forward. You put your phone in your pocket and take the chain. You bring it up to examine. 

“You cleaned it?” You mutter. 

“Sure did,” he sits back. 

“Thanks, Tony,” you smile. “Oh, it’s so sparkly!” 

You hold it up to the light. You hadn’t realised before how tarnished it was. 

“Put it on,” he says. 

“Oh, sure,” you fumble with the clasp and put apart the ends. 

You reach behind your neck and try to hook it. The claps slips closed and you tut. Tony gets up and nears. You try not to wince away. 

“Here,” he goes around you and takes the ends from you. He hooks it in place swiftly. “There ya go.” 

He drags a finger across your skin before he lets go. You shiver but ignore the odd friction. You toy with the gem and smile. 

“Thanks,” you breathe. 

“No problem,” he sits down and grabs his phone as the screen lights up. “It’ll get the old man off my back.” 

“Old man?” 

“Oh yeah. The one-armed wonder called me a thief.” He scoffs. “Real friendly guy.” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t-- I told him you were fixing it--” 

“Yeah, well, good luck to you. He’s not the best at listening,” he shakes his head and slips his phone into his jacket. “Speaking of, I got a meeting with those two blockheads.” He stands and blows a raspberry. “Wish me luck.” 

💎

“Come here often?” The familiar voice startles you and you nearly swing your racket at Tony as you face him. 

You gape at him in surprise. “Just when I can. You?” 

He smirks. “Someone told me I needed to get a hobby.” 

“That was a joke,” you rub your neck. 

“Well, those usually are born of truth,” he shrugs. “So, you got an opponent? How’s the old man’s back swing?” 

You nod and cluck. “To be honest, I was packing up. He can’t make it. He was supposed to fill in for Nat. Everyone’s busy but me.” 

“And me,” he winks. “You gotta promise to take it easy on me though.” He puts his bag on the bench next to yours. “I’m a rookie. More of a golfer.” 

“Ah, well, I’m not very good. It’s just for fun.” 

“Never.” He unzips his bag. “Everything’s a competition.” 

💎

“Coffee’s on me.” Tony reaches past you to flip his card out between his fingers. “I’ll have an iced americano.” 

You turn and suppress a gasp. Lately, you just can’t seem to escape your boss. You spend enough time with him in the lab, you feel like you’re starting to go crazy. 

“Hey,” your voice wobbles. 

“Was just on my way out of Manhattan,” he says. “Need a boost before I deal with James.” 

“Bucky?” 

“Rhodey,” he corrects you. “No, I’m afraid you’re stuck with that one.” 

You nod and subtly check your watch. You have a message from the very man. Somehow, you already know he’s bailing. 

“Sure,” you drop your wrist and catch him checking his own phone. “Don’t let me keep you.” 

He taps his card as the barista slides over the iced drinks. You take your cold brew and he takes his espresso. You raise the cup. “Thanks.” 

“Oh, I’m just a nice guy,” he winks. “Anyway, I gotta scram. You know how soldiers can be about time.” 

He salutes with his card and spins on his heel. He struts off. You peer around and go hide at a table in the corner. You sit and stare at your drink. 

The days are growing eerie. You see less of Bucky, more of Tony. You’re not sure if you’re paranoid, insecure, or bored. It’s just tweaking something in your mind. 

💎

Tony slides his phone into his jacket. It’s an oddly familiar sight. Almost every time you see him, he’s doing it.  

That’s not that unusual. Most people are glued to one screen or another. But Tony only ever really played with his tablet or his gadgets in the lab. It’s the one thing that reminds you of Bucky. They love tech but they’re not so keen on the modern dependency on it. 

He yawns and points. You follow the gesture to a tray of coffee. It’s the same cafe you saw him in a few times in the last week. You never really ran into him there before but the coffee is good enough that you can’t blame him for the habit. 

“For me?” You ask. 

“Hidden gem, isn’t it?” 

“It was.” You kid as you take the cold brew labeled with your name. 

“Gonna need that caffeine hit,” he drags a stool up. “We gotta get the prototype done today. I got the army breathing down my neck and now the navy’s in on it.” 

“Sure,” you sip. It’s exactly how you like. No sugar with a squirt of the cinnamon roll syrup. How did he know? 

“I got faith in you,” he says. “Myself, however... that’s always a question mark.” 

He takes off his jacket and lays it on the table near the empty cardboard tray. He swipes up and a floating holographic screen appears. You tuck your bag into a locker behind you and turn back. 

You put on your protective glasses and gloves. Tony tends to ignore any sort of precautions. He taps his fingers in the air as the middle of the table opens and the prototype rises out from within. The glowing blue tubes and steel are emblazoned into your vision. 

“I think you should finish off the circuitry,” you lean in as you settle on your stool. “I’ve been fighting it for days.” 

Your wrist vibrates. He spins the prototype as you peel back your glove to check the screen. It’s Bucky. ‘We need to talk’. You hate that sentence. 

You flick your wrist and the screen goes black. You let your glove cover it and refocus. Or try to. Tony’s staring at you. 

“You good?” 

“Yep. It can wait,” you assure him. 

“Right.” He opens up the panel and you shake your head. “Why don’t you test the connectors and I’ll figure out the motherboard.” 

You go to work. The silence is that forged of ritual. You’ve done this so many times that words aren’t needed. 

As your neck starts to ache, signalling the passage of time, you sit up and rub it. Tony grunts and his cheek pinches. His lip curls as he lets out a gutteral growl. 

“Bit of advice, don’t get old,” he reaches for what’s left of his melted iced drink. He eyes it in disappointment. “Time never makes things better, does it?” 

You give a tight-lipped smile. You’re too dazed to answer. You rest your elbows on the tablet and rub your temple. 

“Let me go hunt down an intern to get us more,” he stands. There’s a definitive crack. He chuckles. “Yep, that’s the knee.” 

He turns and limps away, stopping at the door to bend and extend his leg. You cradle your head and bring your wrist up. The message flashes again. ‘We need to talk.’ 

You stand up and something vibrates. You turn around. It didn’t sound like it was in the locker. You ignore it and pace around. You hear it again. 

You make a few circles and a flash of light catches your eye. You stare at Tony’s jacket as his phone dims in the pocket. You go up to table and it buzzes consistently. 

You shouldn’t. 

You back up. It softens. You get closer, it gets more intense.  

Your stomach flips. You glance at the door. You touch his jacket and softly slip the phone from the pocket. You turn it over. 

‘Movement initiated’. You scroll through several notifications. ‘Elevated heartbeat’, ‘at rest’, ‘within vicinity’... You stare at the screen. It can’t be. How would he have that? And why? Why on earth would Tony Stark, your boss, be tracking you? 

You shove the phone back in his pocket. You go around the table and open your locker. You take out your phone. You flip past Bucky’s messages and go into the backend coding. You don’t see anything. Nothing that would suggest a tracker. It has to be there though. 

It’s just too bad the only person could figure it out is the one who put it there. 

[jillsandwhichs]

Sunday morning

Chapter 13 to Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You and Joel wake up a bit late on a Sunday morning. However, instead of getting up and being productive, the two of you use your time for something a bit more fun - making a baby

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Engaged

WC: 2.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making out, Dirty talk, Fingering, You finish, Unprotected P in V, Missionary, Breeding kink, He finishes inside of you, Aftercare

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Waking up, you blinked a few times to clear your eyes up. As you did, you saw the excessive amount of sunlight pouring in through the cheap beige curtains attached to the window to the right of your bed. It was nice. Cozy. You liked it. You remember the day you and Joel bought them together, it was shortly after you put the official down payment on your guy's house. You are so happy you two got this place, it was the best purchase of your life.

Yawning, you then rolled over to your left side, now facing Joel. He is still asleep and oh, how peaceful he looks. Joel rarely looks so calm. It makes you happy. You smiled to yourself, then went from looking at his face, to his outfit. To bed, he wore a grey work t-shirt and his black & white boxers, which you think he looks great in. You smiled even harder. To sleep, you wore a thin yet tight tank top with just some panties. It gets warm at night, so.

You then set your hand upon his face, caressing his cheek lovingly. You wish you two could do this all day, all of the time. Physical touch is so beyond important to you. As you touched his face, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, hoping to wake him up. You aren't sure of the time but, it's definitely later in the morning considering the sun is at its peak and shining through the window brightly.

Right as you kissed him, you felt his lips curl into a smirk, then his hands skillfully swift behind your back, pulling you into him as his arms stayed wrapped around you. Giggling, you did the same except, you swathed your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss furthermore. "Mmm," you murmured out, playing with his brown hair, "Hi." You said to him, officially pulling away from the kiss and looking at him again. "Hey baby." Joel whispered to you, his voice deep and growly from still waking up.

You felt his hands rubbing your back carefully, which you love him doing. Feels so detoxing. "Sleep well?" "I always sleep well next to you sweetheart." Joel replied to you, kissing you again before pressing his forehead against yours, "You?" "Always." You smiled, your teeth flashing, which made Joel gleam again. "My beautiful girl." Joel said in a tired manner, which made you feel weak. You love how deep his voice is, especially when he first wakes up. "Mmm." You then mooched his lips lovingly.

As the two of you were kissing, you ran your fingers through his soft hair and his hands slid down your back and onto your butt, where he softly stroked it and at one point, squeezed it whilst pulling you against his body. Once the making out died down for a moment, you asked him to check his watch, being curious on the time. "It is," he glanced down at his watch before speaking, "10:30." "Should we get up? We never lay in bed so late..." "You're right but," he then got on top of you, pinning you beneath him, "It's Sunday, we ain't got much to do baby," He had a cocky smirk appear on his face before he then brought his head to the crook of your neck.

"Ha," you laughed, then quickly moaned as he began to suckle on your neck. "Oh." You said softly, moving your head to the side, giving him more space to kiss along your throat. As he left hickies along your neck, you laid there, hands on his biceps and your legs spread open, having him lay between them as he was on top of your body. "Joel..." You sighed out softly as he switched to the right side of your neck, now covering that part in love bites. "Feel good?" "Yes." You responded, biting your lower lip.

It always feels good, anything Joel does to you feels fantastic.

Whilst he was on top of you, he brought his hand down to your panties and kissed your forehead. "God I need you," he whispered against your head before slipping his hand into them, running his finger through your wet folds. "Feels like you need me even more though, hmm baby?" The way he said it, ugh, you're all his. You nodded and played with his facial hair, "I do." "I know, I'm goin' give you what you want."

Suddenly, he pushed two fingers inside of you. You gasped and gripped onto him harshly, not expecting it. "Oh fuck." You bit your lower lip. Whenever Joel fingers you, it's intense. It's a lot. He doesn't ease up and you love it. "Shh baby, just let yourself feel, feel it real nice." He began to shove his fingers in and out of you. As he did that, all you could do was gaze at him with lust reminant in your eyes with your mouth gaped open, occasional noises coming out.

Joel leaned down and kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth as well, sliding against yours as his fingers worked their magic. You held onto his biceps, practically digging into them with your nails, hell, maybe even drawing some blood but you didn't check. "You're so tight baby, fuck." He grunted into your mouth, his fingers picking up in their pace and hardness in which they moved into you at. "Uh-huh, fuck, right there." You panted out to him.

"Is that where it feels good? Huh?" He curled his fingers within your clenched walls with each thrust of his digits. "Yes..." Was all you managed to say. He knows what he's doing and he knows he's doing is amazingly. You spread your legs further open and tossed your head to the side, which Joel took advantage of, now suckling on your collarbone as he fingered you passionately.

Around him, you tightened yourself. Doing so made it so you could feel it more, more deep inside of you. It made your stomach so flips and your heart face the more it went on. "Oh?" Joel cooed out against your ear, kissing it sweetly, "You close?" He asked you, now moving his fingers at such a rapid pace, you couldn't really form a thought. "Uh, I-" you attempted to spit out, but you failed. He snickered real sexily against your ear before then using his other hand to turn your head to face him. "Cum for me then sweetheart."

The eye contact. It was something else. He was forcing you to look at him, his hand firmly on your jaw. You knew that if you were to even try to attempt to close your eyes, he'd stop his movements. So, you gazed right into those devilish, lustful eyes of his. "All over my fingers baby, do it." Were his final words before it happened, your inevitable, ecstasy-filled orgasm.

Your moan was loud and lethal as you came, but you sounded so angelic to Joel. He released the grip on your face as you came and instead kissed you, his kiss soft and caring. His fingers slowed down inside of you before he slowly drifted them out of you, bringing them up to his lips and licking your juices off; He always does that, you find it attractive in a way. "Oh goodness," you laughed out, "That was good."

Joel glanced down at you with fierce eyes before speaking up again, "You think that was good? Honey, I'm 'bout to make it so your ass can't walk." Joel then tore your panties off, down to your ankles and past them before he threw them on the floor. You giggled and he pulled his boxers down, his hardened length being revealed. "Mmm I'm so glad we decided to stay in bed." "I know you are." He said as he then grabbed your legs, holding each one in his arms.

"Wait, are you not going to get a condom?" "Since when we need one? You know baby-" "Joel, I-" you tried to pause him, knowing where he was going with this. He wants a baby, badly. You do too but, you're just nervous. "Darlin', I want this, you want this... Let me get my soon-to-be wife pregnant with my baby." He muttered to you, his voice so convincing. You bit your lower lip, "Such a persuasive man." You reached your hand up to run it through his facial hair. "Mkay." You whispered.

You swear you've never seen Joel's face light up so fast. He guided himself to your entrance before he entered himself into you, his erect member sliding into your sensitive & slippery hole. You let out a deep sigh as he did. It felt good. You love when you guys don't use protection however, it's rare.

With your legs propped up in his arms, all you had to do was lay there and take it. And oh, Joel's gonna give it to you.

Sliding in and out of you, the man hardly wasted time. He thrusted into you roughly, his noises hot and heavy as he did. "Gonna make you a momma, hmm? That what you want baby?" His accent was hefty and clearly audible, which turned you on even further - if it were even possible. You kept hold on his arms as he moved into you, it was the least amount of support you could seek. "Gonna get this belly all swollen and big, fuck, you'll look so pretty." His dirty talk, fuck you relish in it.

His hands gripped on your legs tightly, keeping them tracted as he moved his hips coursely. All you did was moan and watch him with intense need. You've never been so horny before, you're sure. "I needed this," you moaned out to your fiance, assuring him that you're enjoying all of this. You saw a slight smile form on his face before he drew himself to your face, kissing you passionately as he fucked you, hard.

In between kisses, he spoke. "Can't wait to get you pregnant... Can't wait to see my wife be a mommy to my child... Fuck." He's so into it, it was making you fall for the idea further. "I want your baby, just yours... Need it..." It's the idea of it - the fact your love making is so passionate and the fact you two are truly ready to be parents. Plus, the idea of Joel cumming inside of you is one you practically daydream about.

"Oh baby," Joel then dropped your legs and instead lifted you up for a moment, slithering his arms to be around your back, hugging you tightly as he pumped himself into you. You hugged him back, both wrapping your arms and legs around his. He moved into you so deeply, you swear you could feel his tip in your stomach, that's how good it was. "Cum inside of me Joel... Please... I need it." Your begging was all he needed to hear.

"Jesus Christ," he said, burying his head into the crease of your neck. "You take it so well." He panted, kissing your shoulders as he fucked you so fast, until he finally came.

As Joel finished within your closed in walls, you held him close, playing with his hair and kissing the side of his head. It felt perfect, his semen leaking into you and hopefully, getting you pregnant. You don't regret it, not one bit. You felt his lips go against your collarbone, then trial up to your face where he then kissed your cheek. "That was fuckin' great." He said to you. "Yeah it was." You glimmered and unraveled your legs around him, freeing him.

He pulled away from you and looked down. The bed was a mess, your sheet was drenched and the blanket was on the floor. You laughed and closed your legs before sitting up and tilting your head at him. "Look what you do to me babe." "Mmm," he nodded and grabbed your chin, "It's what I do best." He then kissed you before pressing his forehead to yours. "We oughta get ourselves and our room cleaned up, what'dya say darlin'?" "You're right." You then tried to stand up, and ultimately failed.

You immediately sat back down on the bed once you felt how wobbly and weak your legs were. Joel took notice and snorted. "Told ya." He kissed your cheek before standing up, going towards the dresser and grabbing you out some new clothes. "Let's get you dressed baby, I'll do it all for you."

You cannot believe you'll be married to this man soon and hopefully, with his child.

[faestunna]

what are your headcanons for Jack? domestic fluff and/or smut if you're comfy with that :)

boyfriend!jack o’connell

WARNINGS: some silly domestic fluff, smut (18+) under the cut

A/N: you know, i initially was against writing for jack but…thinking of boyfriend! jack has me tweaking. as always, this was written with fem!reader in mind! i made the layout a little different since its my first jack x reader piece. i hope you enjoy!

masterlist

likes, reblogs, and comments are always and greatly appreciated!

boyfriend!jack is home from filming, but he’s jet lagged and exhausted, so he’s got more than four alarms set in the morning—none of which wake him up. “jack!” you whisper hoarsely at six am. he grumbles awake and turns them off with his eyes closed before putting an arm around you, “sorry, love.”

boyfriend!jack understands that sometimes women take a little longer to get ready. he’s not the one to complain or bug you about time because he know that doesn’t change anything—he literally learns how to do your hair while you finish your makeup. learns tips and tricks from stylists and MUA’s on his sets too. he’ll learn to braid, too, and show you: “look at the one, eh? i think i’m gettin’ better.” he is slowly but surely

boyfriend!jack picks up your prescriptions from the pharmacy for you. gives your name and birthdate, and eventually, the pharmacologist knows to recognize him now. he’ll come back home and joke they’re on a first name basis.

boyfriend!jack who does the laundry as long as you do the dishes. he cannot stand the thought of putting his hand into various pots and bowls of mysterious water. sometimes you splash him with it because the shrieks he makes are hilarious. “i swear to god, babe,” he says every time now. “you better not!”

boyfriend!jack agrees to make a private, secret insta account just for you. “no point, love, you know i try to stay off that stuff,” is how he’ll make it seem at first. give or take a few weeks, he’s sending you reel and after reel while he’s literally a room away. and about ten seconds after, he asks, “oi, babe, did you see the one i just sent you?”

boyfriend!jack likes to hit it from the back. he doesn’t call himself a tits or arse man, he loves every part of you…but no, jack just likes having you bent over with your face pressed into the bed while he pounds into you. “christ, i can feel that pretty cunt grippin’ me.” one hand settled on your lower back to bring you to him with every thrust.

boyfriend!jack goes deeper than any other man has before. it’s especially in doggy, but, really, go in any position and the tip of his cock will be leaving little kisses at your cervix. in missionary, he especially love to put his hand just above your mound and press, so he can feel himself rutting into you. “that’s it. look how deep i am, baby, i can almost see it.”

boyfriend!jack asks to give you head. “you don’t have to do anything, love” he says as he spreads your legs and licks one bold stripe through your folds. when he hasn’t shaved, the scruff on his jaw and chin adds a perfect sensation. “so good, sweetheart. tastes so good.” and he gets dirty with it. uses his entire face—yes, his nose too—to push you over the edge.

boyfriend!jack actually just likes admiring you. every part of you, but he loves to just have your legs spread apart, pussy gleaming with slick and heat. “she’s so pretty” he says lowly, lips hovering over you so you can feel his breath hit your folds. “all pink and swollen and waiting for me.”

boyfriend!jack isn’t afraid to use toys. there i said it. and he won’t have anything crazy mainly because he doesn’t understand it but, at the very least, there’s a bullet vibe or a wand or a rose toy because he likes making you feel good. he’ll have you completely wrapped in his arms, holding you down while you writhe and squirm as he pulls a fifth orgasm from you. “that’s it, now, love,” he covers your mouth with one hand and pins the toy to your clit with the other. “all over my hand, there you go. that’s my girl.”

© faestunna 2025.

[axolartandfics]

I better not see anyone saying they “support indie animation!” …and then they’re only talking about Glitch shows (TADC, Murder Drones, GLD). Glitch is indie, but it has also gained so much attention as to have a level of funding, marketing, and resources that most independent shows simply don’t. I’m not saying you shouldn’t support Glitch (genuinely, Glitch is awesome, and I wish so bad that every indie show had the level of sucess they do), but there are so so many indie shows that are going under the radar, because many people don’t look further than the youtube series that already have millions of views.

I’m not saying you’re under obligation to support every little project on youtube, but it’s just that there are so many people who genuinely want to help small teams and independent creatives, but are neglecting projects that need love. It doesn’t have to be “mainstream indie” vs “lesser-known indie” btw— let’s really not make that divide, because indie should be a space for people to support each other and we do not need to tear each other apart. My point here is that we should be supporting ALL indie; the stuff with millions of views per episode and the pilot that only has a few thousand. And if you don’t have the money for that, your support doesn’t have to be through direct funding; on my part, I simply hope to bring more attention to these shows so more people will watch and appreciate them.

Ultimately, my point is that if you really want to support indie, do so before it’s trending.

SOME LESSER-KNOWN INDIE PROJECTS (pls reblog or comment any that aren’t on this list!)

- Atlas and the Stars (Mirandamations)

- Brooklyn Broke the Universe (Studio 2kDoplr)

- Cardinal Garden (Halfy Draws)

- Catching Up (LS Mark)

- Dungeon Flippers (Dungeon Flippers)

- Far-Fetched (Far-Fetched)

- Ghost Club (Torriku Sotaru)

- Gods’ School: The Olympian Gods (Gods’ School : The Olympian gods)

- Godspeed (OlanRogers)

- Heathens (Nezhahah)

- Monkey Wrench (MonkeyWrench)

- Port by the Sea (Georden Whitman)

- Ramshackle (Zeddyzi)

- Sunnyside: Royals of Cora (Sunnyside: Royals of Cora)

- The Art of Murder (Choc Chip Animation)

- The Earth Guy (Aninamated)

- Zipped Up (BlipToons)

[goooofy-goooober1121]

Hi! Could I request the Hunterix reaction to their sibling(whos the reader) whos usually calm and very positive beating the heck out of a demon that hurt their sibling, like full on hulk mode!

If that's no bother, anyways have a lovely day/afternoon/night! Thank you for reading my request!

Oh girl this is CINEMA i got u ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Supportive Sisters

in which your sisters see you go crazy go stupid on a demon :P

Requests Are Open Here!

Reblogs and Comments are always appreciated!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Rumi

When I tell you her jaw DROPS

because listen okay you have always been the more optimistic one right

She once watched you apologize to someone who purposefully bumped into you

Now you're finding 60 new and creative ways to use a makeup brush as a weapon on a demon because it landed a few hits on her????

who are you and what have you done to her sibling

Snaps out of her shock about five seconds later when you're yanking out the poor demon's hair

Locks in with you tbh. You think Rumi would let you take care of this stuff yourself?

Nah girl

Cause like Rumi's always been a little more levelheaded too (she's the leader of Huntrix, it's kinda her role to be a role model)

She is a big believer in teamwork and what kind of leader would she be if she didn't support her sibling...

She helps you bump those 60 ways to use a makeup brush as a weapon up to 70.

#innovators

Mira

"I'm kind of a difficult person. Overly blunt, short-fused, highly aggressive..."

LISTEN

Mira is more on the "hit first and ask questions later" side of the spectrum right

But ironically I think her first instinct would actually be to take over for you

Because despite her attitudes and behavior, we've seen a lot of her being the most protective in the group of her girls (and subsequently, of her sibling)

So while she definitely is way into her chill, calm sibling FINALLY losing it on the demon whose claws tore through her armor and into her flesh, she also has an autopilot moment where she places herself between you and the demon so that she can take most of the heat

But once she trusts you can handle yourself?

One of yall holds the demon and the other punches

Probably comments on your form like "aye untuck your thumb when you throw a punch you might break your finger on impact"

Afterwards she probably feels really happy actually?

One because she's glad to know she's not the only aggressive one in the family

Two because her sibling looked totally sick in a fight ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

And three because it's just been reiterated to her that she's got someone who loves and accepts her so much that they would LITERALLY THROW HANDS WITH A DEMON FOR HER.

Zoey

Pulls out her phone yelling "WORLDSTARRRRRRR!!!!!!!"

Have you SEEN this girl fighting???

Homegirl goes for the throat every time

HOPS INTO THE FIGHT IMMEDIATELY

Because due to her people-pleasing tendencies, she's a huge ride or die girlie

Seeing you go crazy on a demon???

ON HER BEHALF????

VALIDATION STATION

Gets so excited she starts rambling while helping you absolutely WRECK it

"omg did you really just do that for me thats amazing i would beat up a demon for you too-- oh also twist his demon nuts!!!!!"

We got a whole socratic seminar for fighting demons over here

For sure teaches you her favorite fighting techniques after

"So we can match!!!! :D"

So supportive ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

[hermitcraftguesstheauthorevent]

[ID: A graphic for a Hermitcraft Guess the Author Event, with every single Hermit's minecraft faces peeking up from the border in a ring, looking directly at the viewer. The graphic itself is a Nether tunnel, with black and grey columns, green moss carpets, and bamboo pillars with oxidized copper accents. All caps text overlaid reads "Guessing is now over, Thanks for playing!". The border and the text are light grey. /end ID]

THE COLLECTION IS NOW REVEALED!

A huge thanks to everyone who played along this year- that’s everyone, from our authors to our readers to the ever-fabulous @hcguesstheauthormessageboard! 

Now that the authors have been revealed, please go and give our authors love and comments! They’ve definitely earned it, and you can see how well you did! 

As of this post, the official form is closed as well. Mod 🔪 and I will either crunch some numbers or release the whole form, depending on what we can manage. Watch this space! Hopefully more rapidly than last year! 

Importantly, starting tomorrow, we'll be drafting a promo post for every fic in the collection and publishing two fics a day to spotlight the amazing stuff in the collection! If you are an author and don't want us to do this, please shoot us an ask and we'll take care of it. Or, if you would prefer for us to reblog your own post on tumblr, just @ us and we'll add you to the queue!

The mods are now going to take a long, long rest.

Thanks for playing!

[eddies-ashtray]

obviously there’s a huge problem on tumblr w the terrible like to reblog ratio and it sucks for artists and writers and all that for so many reasons. reblogging helps spread the work and motivates people to keep creating the stuff you like. but also like. reblogging with comments is important because it’s just nice??? like if you enjoy something someone writes you should tell them!! because it will make them feel good!

[beartitled]

Panda tea ceremony 🍵

Also you can check out this speedpaint ✨

This post was sponsored by my cringe uni professor👍/silly

(more about it under read more if you’re curious)

Okay so I didn’t plan on posting anything till I draw something tnmn related

But I’m finishing up my semester and one of the requirements to pass my digital illustration exam is

“upload your finished assignment to your youtube channel and generate qr code to it 🤓”

This is literally the only way to submit your work 💥💀

So well

since I’m posting the speedpaint might as well share the art 🐼🍵

[milbroom]

milbroom’s headcanons 🌙

Day #8 — Constance put in Mildred’s application for Weirdsister College without her knowing.

Reasoning:

In the final episode of tww98, Constance says:

“Who would have thought that girl, would have such a talent.”

In regards to Mildred having a rare ability to bring her art drawings to life.

So—the rundown—we basically see:

- Constance taking a sudden fascination in Mildred at the end of this episode, and even vouching for her to become headgirl/keep her at the school for the first time ever.

- I think Constance was really intrigued when Mildred came back for her fourth year—she wanted to keep her at the school purely because she exhibited a rare talent. Mildred’s magic also had the possibility to be dangerous as she was seen struggling to control it in the final episode. Therefore, I think she offered to personally tutor her for these reasons.

- It’s also implied that Weirdsister College is the most prestigious witching college in England. Mildred’s never had much confidence in herself, so I don’t think she’d have bothered applying off her own back.

- Somewhere in this tutoring, I therefore think Constance brought someone in to scout Mildred or even applied on her behalf. Mildred says in the first episode of the Weirdsister College spinoff that it was her art talent that got her a place there. It was also Constance who appeared in the first episode for Mildred’s “personal test” to warn her about her past mistakes—perhaps implying they had a lot more to do with each other in her final year?

[aldisobey]

You're a huge part of why I feel like the community around Emmrich is such a comforting place. And I love all your writing dearly. Wanted to just say thank you 💚💚💚

anon your love got me

enjoy fresh art of Rook Worne Thorne made by @socksual-innuendos

And a letter—because Anon—I love you. And I mean that sincerely. I wish you could see my face. Hear my tone. Know that I am curious—what do you love? What might we share? Where do we differ? What makes you laugh? What drew you here? If you’ve read my writing you hold a piece of me. And I thank you for treasuring that. For returning what warmth I might offer. For reaching out with your beautiful voice. Thank YOU. The power of three sentences and three hearts cannot be overstated. I can write off this high three years. what a gift, you humble me 🧡🧡🧡

[arcane-vagabond]

I think it’s discouraging to a lot of creators on here when we try to put forth fics with actual plots instead of just smut (no knock against smut. I seek it out too sometimes), only to receive very little meaningful (likes do not count as meaningful) engagement. Then people complain about there being nothing but smut to read???

Like…my loves….you’re only engaging with the smut. What else are creators supposed to think here? You’re not showing love to the fluff or angst or plot and lore filled stories anymore, so of course you’re only going to receive smut from creators. You’re not watering what you want to survive, so of course it’s going to die. Show love to the stuff that has minimal smut, if any at all!

I speak from experience that it’s frustrating as hell when I run polls to see what people want to read more of and the winning answer (by a large margin) was more fluff stories. Meanwhile, the only stories getting comments and asks are the ones filled with smut. Do you see why that’s confusing and frustrating? There’s hardly any love for anything on here that’s not straight up smut.

[cassiebones]

over halfway into a 5,000 word smut scene for you horny animals

I really hope you appreciate all the lesbian sex

[kyouka-supremacy]

you should make a twitter page , im sure you'd get a lot of traction on bsdtwt since your posts are always so good

Okay but check this out: I ship odazai

[waywardmillennial]

Oooh can you please go on PH crew tangent because I don't think I realized why that's the most expensive show they make. Like I believe them and I guess the lore scenes take a lot of work but other than that idk why it takes them a year to produce 6 episodes.

Hey nonnie! Thanks for the message (based on my prev ask). I've been rotating it in my head to figure out how best to respond - sorry if this is a longer tangent than you were looking for!

To clarify: PH is probably the 2nd most expensive show that Watcher produces. The most expensive would be GF, and that's because they have to cover travel expenses for a whole crew for multiple nights at each haunted location (also GF has the most related "spin-off" shows with Debrief, Road Files, & Evidence Room making it, in Lizzie's words "a big unbankable bitch" of a show)

There are several reasons why it takes so long to produce six episodes of PH. Part of it is Shane's time being spent on nearly every other Watcher show in some capacity, so he has less time to spend on PH. It's also probably why PH has added so many more crew members - to give Shane more time to work on everything, which in turn makes it more expensive to produce

Also, each season of PH the average runtime has gotten longer. Season Six was the longest so far at about 4 1/2 hours overall, with each episode being about 44 mins - putting it on par with many network and streaming runtimes when you think about it!

I checked the credits for PH 6x06 and there are 22 crew members listed. For example, the episode was Written by Garret Werner, Researched by R.J. Blake and has three people working on the graphics (Mike Fox, Mattea Guldy, & Crystal Cheng). And this count of 22 people doesn't include the guests or voice talent for the episode, the puppet makers (Madison Girifalco and DLUX Puppets), or any of the above-the-line producers or show elements that have been locked in for years now, like the logos or stock sound effects!

And Season Six barely had any Lore!

Special Watcher Crew Shout-Out: Charlie Clay, Editing Wizard! She worked on almost every episode of Season Six, and when I checked 6x06 only one other editor (Frank Parker) is listed. I don't know if you've ever tried to edit video, but there are so many elements that go into it and she makes it look so good!

I also don't know if you're on WTV but we're getting basically a short film's worth of Lore at the end of each Season Seven episode (the two episodes we've gotten have both been closer to the 50 min mark) so of course that's more filming time and editing in post

TLDR; Each season of PH has increased in quality and runtime, adding more crew, because Shane is working on many of Watcher's other shows, but they're still producing a full season with a crew of about two dozen people!

Note: I did want to shout-out this comment from Shane in Pod Watcher #055, when he pointed out that PH and GF are both more expensive to produce than TS. I was a little surprised to hear this, since PH doesn't have the travel expenses of the other two shows. But PH has the largest crew out of the three shows (mainly in post-production) so that must be where the difference goes

Good for Watcher for hiring and paying artists and creators!

[okay some PH quality talking points because I couldn't resist]

DISCLAIMER: I love PH and Shane! He's so creative and what he made with the early seasons is very entertaining, so these aren't meant to be critiques. But if you look an early episode (I picked 1x02 because I enjoy it so much) you can see how the show has increased in quality as the years have passed

For example, The Professor's glasses had to be held on with gaffer tape, the theatre didn't have the Watcher logo on top yet (maybe it hadn't been finalized yet? not sure) and the Pile of Diamonds was a literal sock puppet

I love the Diamond puppet! and I would die for him and his crush on the God puppet!

But when you compare these Season One puppets to ones that Madison Girifalco made in later seasons, like Asmodeous or the Hippo, the increase in quality is obvious - and it should be! Because they chose to hire a professional who specializes in making puppets instead of Shane making them on top of all his other jobs at Watcher

The early seasons was when Watcher was just starting out as a company so Shane had to do most of the jobs himself. He's credited as Creator, Writer, and Editor of 1x02, but we know he also built the early puppets and theater himself, was writing and recording the music (with help from Patrick Volker) and so much more! (remember how he had to trigger the question lights himself and pull the curtain up and down on the rope he built in?)

And I support all versions of the show because it's what Shane wanted to make with the resources he had at the time!

I don't think I've seen anyone point it out but in Season Seven it looks like the whole theater got a facelift. It looks scaled up a little to fit the larger Professor and the constellations light up now! And the curtain rolling up is much smoother too

I don't know if this build was done by Shane or with help from other crew members, but it demonstrates that Watcher is continually re-investing into their shows to add to the production quality and I respect that so much!

Edit: Also good to note that Season One was only four episodes

/end rant

[yanderemommabean]

A cute Idea for a slide, It reminds me of Irris (my sentient computer OC for those curious!) I like a ranking system! It just seemed so fun!

Feel free to tell me your thoughts, Im having so much fun!

-Mommabean