#because i couldn't decide which one i liked better

[darkodomain]

AT LONG LAST!!

SHADOW OF A DOUBT :: HAIJU

ooooweeeee this bind took way longer than it needed to. finishing up the last of my exit exams and starting my residency, being in the middle of two other binds that were supposed to be Christmas/birthday gifts that I was behind on, compounded by the fact that half of my supplies were in another state for the better part of 6 months so i couldn't even work on it if i wanted to... a big yikes for the Free Time Industry. BUT here we are so. better late than never??

anywayssss!! the follow-up to my bind of Phantom of Truth from a couple of months ago. the initial plan was to make PoT look a bit like a handwritten scientific journal, at least from a glance at the spine, so I decided to keep with that theme (again, at least just for the spine design so there's consistency when they're shelved side-by-side). it took me forever to decide on a back cover design, mainly because i had ZERO (0) ideas, but I had just completed a bind of The Goldfinch where I'd made a depiction from one of my favorite chapters, almost like an illustration, and I didn't hate how it came out, so I decided to do the same thing with SoAD. idk what it is about that one part in the very beginning when Danny is first running away from Amity and he frames the stars with his bad hand... idkidk it haunts me, lives in my mind rent free. kinda the same thing with the front cover--i wanted to keep in-scheme with how I'd done PoT's cover, with the irridescent green inside of silver, and I absolutely love Haiju's concept of what Danny's radiograph would look like with his core.

a BIG BIG BIIGGGG thank you to the readers of my own fic, which I have been neglecting to update while I tried to juggle all of these creative endeavors at the same time as moving all the way across the coast and starting a new job--THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE WITH ME!! i promise now that this is complete, I'll be able to update more frequently and I won't have to keep y'all on cliffhangers 'til your arms ache anymore *cringing in apology*

[makeyoumine69]

Daddy Knows Best 4.0

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Even though you and Patrick are not dating, at some point the Daddy and Little Girl game between the two of you came to a very controversial point when Bateman suddenly began to feel jealous and extremely possessive of you. And he is certainly not happy about it.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut, Daddy kink, dry humping, handjobs, face riding (f), cum play, mild overstimulation, teasing, spanking, jealousy, choking, dirty talk, pet names, Patrick is possessive and hypocritical af.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 2.2k

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂: Modern Talking—Sweet Little Sheila💕

𝐀/𝐍: I got a lot of asks where people wanted me to make Patrick really jealous in this story, so I decided to add some plot for the drama. I hope you enjoy it!

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: [MASTERLIST]; [Daddy Knows Best 1.0]; [Daddy Knows Best 2.0]; [Daddy Knows Best 3.0].

Being on top of this man was always exciting, but being on top of him when he was spread out flat beneath you, his hands pinned to the mattress and his cheeks a little flushed from such a vulnerable position was even more alluring. It was intoxicating, to say the least. 

"C'mon, kitten," Bateman bounced you on his knees, making you move with him, but you didn't react even when he bit his lower lip and gave you a look full of need and something that could be called affection. "Don't keep Daddy waiting long."

You chuckled and pressed his wrists even tighter, then bent down to peck his freshly shaved cheek and you could still smell his lotion - the scent fresh and tangy. "Are you in a hurry or something? It's Saturday!" You chirped, your hips slowly rocking back and forth, grinding against his hard bulge, but not crossing the line because you wanted to tease him, to inflame him to the point where he couldn't control himself. "I think we have plenty of time."

Gasping breathlessly, Patrick groaned but stopped struggling. "Uh, honey," the man let you turn his head to the side, and as you traced a wet line with your tongue, you sensed his dick throbbing against your soaped pussy lips, his briefs getting wetter with each passing moment. "You better not test me-"

"Or what?"

Bateman sneered, revealing his perfect white teeth including his fangs, which looked really sharp. The sight made you imagine how easily those fangs could sink into your skin and spill some blood as you kissed his collarbone and then his prominent chin. "What a brat," he growled, shifting his legs a bit to lie more snugly. "But I like you being bold, I really do," he hissed, his eyebrows furrowed as you humped his hard groin. "It suits you, babygirl...uh-mmm-fuck..."

"You like it, Daddy?

"Yeah," Patrick replied in a husky voice, fighting the urge to flip you over and fuck you senseless. "Keep...k-keep going like that."

The way he bucked his hips to give you more space to play with only added to your movements, but when you saw him close his eyes as the man lost his temper, you quickly straightened up on top of him before bending down to pull down his tight briefs—the moment you did, his strained cock popped out. Flustered and thrilled, Patrick couldn't help but moan as you trapped his dick between your juicy thighs and began to slide along it.

"A-ahhh, you make Daddy feel so good, kitten," he was barely able to speak as his hands clung to the sheets and his knuckles soon turned white. "You're gonna make me cum...I fucking swear!"

"Mmh...yes...yes, please," your movements became more and more jerky and intense, but as you leaned against his strong chest with one hand and wrapped another around his cock to stroke it—the stars began to dance before your eyes. "Please...Daddy...I want your cum!"

Pumping his dick and never ceasing to slide your inner thighs over it, you whimpered loudly as you rubbed his red-hot head against your swollen clit, smearing his thick pre-cum around your cunt and his length. God, it felt so good and yet so sinful, you never really thought you were capable of such things, but this man - he was like the key that unlocked the door to your most depraved desires.

Inflamed to the point of no return, you threw your head back, literally grinding against his hot flesh as your hands were busy working him up, his dense fluid forming a ring around the base of his cock as he literally drooled hard. You knew Bateman was on the verge of falling apart, you knew it but you never stopped because you wanted him to moan louder, to thrash around on his expensive sheets since he was so vulnerable like that. Vulnerable, but absolutely perfect in the way he unraveled for you. The thin layer of sweat covering his skin made it glow even brighter, the red tint spreading all over his body, contributing to the sight, but when you cupped his balls to give them a gentle squeeze, Patrick gripped your hips so tightly that you squealed in surprise.

"Daddy! It h-hurts," you murmured in a shaky voice, looking down at his agitated face, his eyes half closed, and you were afraid he was going to draw some blood because he was biting his lip so hard. "You...you're so savage and strong and..." the praise you knew would help him reach his peak never failed. "Cum for me, Daddy, please..."

The moment he arched his back, you heard him growl as loud as if he was going to die—the rawness of it almost pushed you over the edge too, but now you were so focused on his orgasm that you didn't really care about yourself—Bateman was writhing beneath you as he couldn't stop himself from cumming around your belly again and again, and you didn't let a drop of his seed go to waste, spreading it all over your body, especially your chest, even taking a quick taste of it.

"Fuck, oh-fuck," the man kept mumbling, his hands digging into your skin one more time until they fell off your thighs like two heavy whips. "You... you are such a stubborn girl," he grinned, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Thriving on being in control, huh?"

Propping himself up on his elbows, he gave you a playful wink, but you were still on top of him, and little did he know of your further plans—you were not done yet.

Without saying a word, you pressed him down with your weight, only to change positions and take a place over his blushing face. The man was shocked, but he didn't stop you, and this kind of obedience was thrilling, yet a bit suspicious, but you didn't care about that now. 

"Maybe it's you who desperately wants to be controlled?" You murmured teasingly before lowering yourself to rub your wet pussy along his chin, then his nose. "You can just admit it...I won't tell anyone-ah!"

The second his hot tongue made contact with your overstimulated little bud, you thought you were going to faint—it felt so amazing and heavenly. How in the world could this man be so good at everything related to sex?

There were so many questions you wanted to ask him, but now, oh now, you were so close to your second orgasm as you rode his face and Patrick only encouraged you to use him more enthusiastically by spanking your ass and then stroking your burning skin. It was sick. Bateman skillfully alternated between sucking your clit in his mouth, but then he was already probing your soaking entrance with his tongue, allowing you to fuck yourself on it as you bucked your hips against his face, grabbing his head and almost scratching his scalp. And the sounds this madman made, uh, they were so fucking hot and the vibration they caused was like an electric shock cursing through your system. Whenever it came to eating your pussy, Bateman was like a thirsty beast, literally feasting on you, his deadly grip leaving you no choice but to submit to the inevitable rush of pleasure that would wash over you like a tidal wave.

A week later, Patrick decided to give you a break from his intrusive persona, which was both relieving and frustrating because you couldn't stop thinking about him having fun with other girls while you were busting your ass at work. And it so happened that you were working as a paralegal because you had recently graduated from law school, so you couldn't work as a lawyer right now, and the craziest thing was that your boss was Bateman's lawyer. That was how you met him in the first place. One day you were stuck in the office late at night when Patrick showed up, and since he couldn't find Mr. Carnes, his full attention was on you. But how did you let him get under your skin so quickly? Bateman was so persistent in pursuing you until you said yes and the two of you had your first date. Now it all felt like it had happened a long time ago.

Tired as hell, you were organizing documents into folders at your desk when you heard the door crack with an unpleasant sound that immediately caught your attention.

"Mr. Carnes, I'm almost finished..." Your words stuck in your throat as you raised your eyes to see Bateman walk in with that classic arrogant smile that made him HIM. "Pat...Mr. Bateman?"

After a soft chuckle, the man stopped in front of your desk, clasped his hands together and looked at you intently. "Hello, little one," he purred, smiling even more mischievously. "Where is Harold? I have some important business to attend to."

Breathing a sigh of relief that he was not here for you but for his business stuff, you opened the drawer and took out your notebook. "Let me check Mr. Carnes' schedule," you replied in the most formal way you could muster, and that brought a sparkle to Patrick's eyes. "One moment."

"You sound so sexy when you're being bossy. Did someone tell you that?" Patrick asked seductively, leaning on your table as he adjusted his coat, even though he already looked perfect. "Someone like Carnes?"

Bateman's audacious statement forced you to stay still for a split second, barely managing to hold the notebook in your suddenly weak hands. 

Am I delusional, or does he really sound... jealous?

"Excuse me?" 

"Carnes," Bateman spat out your boss's last name before walking around the desk to stand right next to you. "What kind of relationship do you two have?" Rolling your eyes, you wanted to get back to what you were doing, but then Patrick suddenly grabbed your hand—you almost shrieked—and pulled you closer right against his buffed form. "Tell me!"

"Just business," you blurted out, but didn't try to break free, afraid that people outside the office might hear you. "Why do you even ask?"

The man didn't answer—instead, he quickly moved one of his hands from your waist to your neck, grabbing it in the most unexpected way—Bateman's eyes were like two big pools of black gold. For a fleeting second, time seemed to stand still and all surrounding sounds ceased to exist. There was only the two of you and your wildly beating hearts. 

"Look at you," he hissed into your face, scorching it with his hot breath. "That skirt can barely cover your ass! When did you start wearing such slutty clothes?"

This was already too much.

In desperation, you tried to push him back with both hands, forgetting the notebook that fell on your desk with a thud. "Let me go...that's not...a turn-on for me!"

"Oh, really, honey?" Patrick spat out the words, his grip getting tighter and tighter around your throat, sending a chill of horror down your spine. "Did that bastard tell you to dress up like that?!"

"N-no," you managed to plead, your voice hoarse from lack of oxygen. "Stop it!"

Just when you thought he was about to strangle you, there was a barely perceptible commotion from behind the door, and the next second someone opened it, literally saving you as Bateman had to let go of your neck and stand back as nothing happened. The unexpected intruder turned out to be a middle-aged man who looked extremely rich, judging by the number of seal rings he wore on almost every finger. 

"Bateman, is that you?" The stranger croaked, his lips curled into a cocky smile. "Looks like our old friend Harold is having a busy day."

Seizing the moment, you quickly straightened your skirt and blouse, which looked a bit disheveled after the unplanned encounter with Patrick, then grabbed the notebook and almost ran to the other side of the room while two men were busy talking to each other. You were so scared that Bateman would chase you, even as you left the office, on your shaky legs that threatened to give way. Panting, you didn't even look where you were going, because you were so panicked about lying to Patrick, and you hated that. But how could you tell him that his lawyer really told all the women around him to wear skirts and high heels?

As if he didn't say the same thing to his secretary.

You cringed at your own thoughts as you walked down the hallway, ignoring the staring eyes of your co-workers and unfamiliar clients—you wanted to escape this place the day you started working here, but now that desire had taken on a new dimension. And then the worst thing happened—your boss walked right up to you, smoking a cigar and holding his briefcase. And of course, he spotted you faster than you could actually change your route.

Damn it!

[monvirtu]

omg hii can i pls request cc!quackity hcs of him proposing 😣 (maybe where r is also content creator?)

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

⋆ precis ~ headcanons on quackity proposing!

⋆ tags ~ romance, use of quackity's real name, proposing, kissing, and fluff.

⋆ notes ~ hello! thank you for being my first quackity request, and i hope you enjoy!

⋆       after dating him for a few years, it's finally been decided that he should propose.

⋆       he had his doubts whenever the topic was brought up, which is why it took him quite a while to decide on the life-changing decision, but after realizing that you would likely say yes, he decided to go for it.

⋆       now, even though you both are content creators, he wouldn't even think about streaming it. he wouldn't want to stream it. he doesn't want the whole world watching him do something intimate, and he doesn't want you to feel pressured by the viewers.

⋆       there's two ways his proposal could go.

⋆       it would either just be you two doing all your favourite things that day, and he would take you on a vacation somewhere to do it, or it would be somewhere in front of his family.

⋆       he seems like a big family guy, and his family did help him gain the confidence to do it. he would at least want his close family to be there if you were okay with it, and you could invite yours, too!

⋆       if you're the type to read, or watch romance movies, he's taking notes on the proposals in them. he'll watch movies with you just to see which proposal is your favourite out of all of them, or he'll even read the books you do just to see if he could make some of those proposal scenes happen.

⋆       with the ring, he's getting you an expensive one per your preferences. he'll get you gold if you like it, silver, rose gold, etc. whatever you like, he's getting, and he'll find one with a gem that's your favourite colour.

⋆       he'll probably even pay to get your initials and his engraved on the inside of the ring because he's extra.

⋆       on the day of the proposal, he's giddy. all smiley and bouncy, but he also looks nervous. his smile twitches the more he goes into thought about the whole idea, and his eyes flicker around more than usual.

"alexis?" your questioning tone was quiet compared to the chatter around you, for the restaurant he had taken you to was fairly packed. though, despite all the people around, his eyes were only on you.

"yeah?"

"are you okay? you've been acting off today..." you watched as he took a drink from his cup, and he slowly nodded while an apprehensive smile crossed his face. "i'm fine. i'm just tired."

you couldn't blame him, for you were a little tired too. the both of you had been running around all day doing activities, so it wasn't shocking to hear that. yet, you couldn't help but feel like something was still up.

"do you want to go back to the house after this?"

"no."

his quick denial made your eyes widen as you stared at him, and he cleared his throat before taking a sip of his drink. "i have more stuff planned..."

"more? alexis, did something happen? why are we doing all these things?" your curiosity was getting the better of you, and you heard him let out a quiet sigh before a waiter walked over.

"can we get the check, please?" the waiter gave a firm nod while his eyes flickered to yours, and he reached over the table to take your hand in his. "i just thought it would be nice if we got to have a whole day with just us..."

after that, you thought nothing of his nervousness or the number of activities you both were doing.

it was just a day for both you and him, right?

⋆       that was until the last thing you both would do.

⋆       if he decided to not do the proposal in front of his family, he'd secretly set up a camera somewhere so he could at least get your reaction. he'll have the memory in his mind forever, sure, but he still wants to get it on camera so he can look back at it.

⋆       he'd take you to a romantic place, like a bridge with fairy lights, and he would make sure that there were barely any people around.

⋆       you'd both be talking and laughing, and right when you turn your back to look at something and then turn around, he's on one knee in front of you with a ring in hand.

⋆       he wouldn't have it in a box, by the way. he was scared that the box would be too prominent in his pockets, so he just put the ring in his pocket.

⋆       also, whatever language is your first language, he's learning it for you. he will learn how to pronounce any language just to give you a speech on how much he loves you, and wants to marry you.

⋆       sure, he may sound silly depending on the language, but you could still tell what he was saying due to the number of times he went over the speech to get it right. it's the thought that counts.

⋆       he would stammer over his words though, but that would be purely because of nerves. it wouldn't be shocking if he was trembling a little bit because his mind would be full of thoughts and worries.

⋆       but once you say yes, the stammer and trembling would vanish. he'd slip the ring onto your finger before pulling you into a kiss, and he'd keep you there for a while because of how happy he would be.

⋆       he'd be giggling the rest of the night, and before you go to bed.

⋆       it would be concerning on how wide his grin would be because you know it probably hurts, but he doesn't care. he's just happy you said yes.

⋆       now, bringing up the fact you're a content creator too, he wouldn't verbally tell chat until they figured it out.

⋆       you'd both be streaming and he'd be holding the hand that has your ring on it, and he'd constantly bring it up to his lips to kiss just so the camera can see it.

"chat, why are you spamming?" the tease in his tone was hard to miss, along with the grin on his face as you watched what the viewers were typing.

ilikemen21214: IS THAT A RING ON [NAME]'S FINGER???

slimecicle: THAT IS A VERY FANCY RING [NAME] I WONDER WHO GOT THAT FOR YOU AND WHAT THE OCCASION IS AND WHY YOU SUDDENLY GOT THAT RING AFTER THAT LONGGGGGG HANGOUT WITH QUACKITY EARLIER IN THE WEEK

hehehewhat: @.slimecicle ARE THEY MARRIED????

greenredpinkAAAAAA: THEY'RE MARRIED OMGGGGGG

"slimecicle, you ratted us out."

quackity's words rang out in the room, and it was replaced by laughter as chat started to spam about the proposal.

⋆       other creators would congratulate you, by the way. they would also joke about the wedding being duck-themed or minecraft theme.

⋆       and to those jokes, he'd always respond that he would do it as long as that was what you wanted.

⋆       you could ask for the theme to be something stupid and he'd say yes because he's still joyed that you said yes to his proposal.

⋆       and he'd stay that happy forever because he's head-over-heels in love with you.

©𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

writings are to not be reposted, translated, or plagiarized. if you wish to show your love for my work, feel free to reblog, comment, or like.

[my-castles-crumbling]

I realised how underdeveloped Dorcas is as a character and she's the loml so I came up with a few (a lot) headcanons for her

I personally headcanon her as being academic rivals with Lily and Quidditch rivals with Marlene but somehow best friends with Mary which started out because they were the only two black girls in their year and bonded over the racism and braiding each other's hair. Imo she'd have stuck to the skittles even after most of them took the Mark but then they did something she couldn't forgive (maybe to Mary's family or smth) and that's when she decided to join the Order instead of staying neutral like Pandora. She probably wanted to go into Wizarding Law or experimentation, maybe in Arithmancy or Runes. I think she was a half blood (her mother was a witch, her dad was a squib maybe) but raised in a Muggle community so her first interaction with magic outside her family was on the train with Pandora and Evan. I hc her as only child living in a joint family with three or four cousins, both younger and older but if she had a sibling, it would be a younger sister. I don't think she ever forgave Sirius even in any timeline where he and Reg reconciled because while she understood that he had valid reasons for leaving, she couldn't relate because she'd never do the same to her cousins or siblings. She masterminded every prank or plan the skittles had but no one ever thought she was involved because the teachers loved her. She would definitely be popular because she argued a lot with blood supremacist or racists or even just guys in general to defend people. She was the one who showed Reg, Barty and Evan how wrong their racist, homophobic blood supremacist families were. I think she'd be very open about her queerness and her heritage too. The only reason she never became Head Girl was because of Dumbledore's blatant favouritism of Gryffindors, even McGonagall wanted her to be the Head Girl.

She had blackmail on every single person at Hogwarts and used that to get into the Slytherin Quidditch team after they refused to let her try out because she was a girl. She and Emma Vanity became the first girls on the Slytherin Quidditch team since Eileen Prince. Thought she was ace until Emma who was her first proper crush and they became fwb but broke it off after Emmeline came into the picture. She dated both Reg and Evan while they were closeted and being pressured by their parents to date someone "suitable". She became good friends with Emmeline and Lily during a group project in either Runes or Arithmancy. This forced her and Marlene into such close proximity that they were forced to acknowledge their feelings for each other and eventually started dating after flirting with each other. If you ship Dorlily then the confession happened after one of them hit the other with a stronger spell than they were supposed to be using during DADA and they ended up being hurt. She definitely had to listen to Pandora/Mary pining about Lily before they got together. She and Remus became friends after she deduced that he was a werewolf in third year and started researching on Wolfsbane for him. Barty ran away to her house instead of Reg's or Evan's. She, Barty and Evan blew up a lot of shit because of their experimentation. She and Reg read a lot of Muggle literature which she introduced to him and frequently had debates about it. Muggle literature was one of the things that finally got through to Regulus and showed him how wrong blood supremacy was. Dorcas took Divination to understand Pandora better despite thinking that the subject was bullshit. She defended all of the skittles because people kept taunting them. She was the one who taught Barty, Evan and Pandora how to fight the "Muggle way". She was Mary's gay awakening but Mary never had an actual crush on her. She was definitely a hatstall between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

wow, I love how detailed your version of Dorcas is....I feel like a lot of people struggle to characterize her, so this is really cool to read! I love the idea of her being friends with people from so many houses, too.

[livin4woso]

Putting the her in football'her' (arsenal x reader)

Summary- yn is the new it girl of arsenal, and your following over shadows your playing ability. So some of the players doubt your playing skill, so you just have to prove it.

The news of your transfer to Arsenal had sent the media wild. You were a young and upcoming football with a large social following, which you gained from your time in spain.

Your rise to fame was certainly interesting at 20 years old and playing for real Madrid. Your following should not have been over 1 million, but it was. The reason you blew up one night on social media was due to an interview you had done after giving a young fan your shirt and a fan had decided to make an edit of you which went viral.

Since then, the edits began pouring in, and so did the followers, which had started to create a name around you and drew the attention for bigger clubs to look for a move. Your Instagram was the most popular of your social massing, with over 1.5 million followers. Whether or not they were there because they were a fan of football was a different question. This mass of support around you made you a high target as you would bring media to the games and increased viewership which is what the team want.

So Arsenal had no issue paying the 350k transfer fee that real madrid had set for you. The move had been a sceptical one, not for the fans they were estatic with the move but more among the team and the players. The idea that the club had paid all this money for you as a social media stunt didn't sit right with them, so they took to the two people who would have played against you the barca girls.

"So mario, what do you think about y/n? im sure you've played with her a few times?" Beth started asking with the crowd of the other girls around "she's a good player but i have only played her a few times so i don't know if she's consistently good" mariona responded truthfully because from the few times when you'd marked her in the el classico you had been rather good for a 20 year old and made quite a few key challenges.

This should have stopped the controversy among the team, but it didn't , or it wasn't until you were going to prove yourself. It was the day of your first training with the girls, and you couldn't help but feel nervous as while your english was good, it definitely wasn't fluent. You were waiting in the boot room to meet the other girls, but first, you were met with the other two spainards on the team who would hopefully make your transfer easier.

Many of the girls had created a preconceived idea of you and thought that you would be cocky and see yourself above others due to your popularity. So when meeting you was like smack to the face as you were anything but you were quiet and humble and mentioned nothing about your social media. "Hi, im y/n nice to meet you," you said to each of the girls as they moved to you in a line sort of format before training

As you walked towards the training pitches, you began talking to the lotte, which was rather comforting as she was very integrated with the team and knew all the girls. "So you excited to be joining the arsenal," lotte asked you "yeah really excited, and it's a good chance to win some trophies," you said back, smiling at her.

Training began, and you knew you had to prove yourself even if it was just a little bit. The training was based on possession from the backline, which was helpful as you were a centre back, so it meant you would be heavily involved in training. You were good on the ball and even better under pressure even with the likes of russo and caldenty running at you. After the main aim of the session was finished, you did a small sided game of 5v5.

This was your time to show your technical abilities as, at real madrid, you would be used to drive forward into the midfield to start a high press. So you got the ball and made light work of the strikers and played a ball out to mead who was the forward for your team. Mccabe, who was the other defender for your team, ran up and patted your back. "That was class, y/n keep going," she said, taking back anything negative she had previously said about you.

You had definitely proved that you were a footballer and that even though you did have a following, which definitely grew since joining Arsenal, you were a baller who definitely posed a threat to other teams. Since them you had one of the highest success rates for tackles and starting counter attacks.

Then, in the match against aston Villa, a free kick was given just outside the box, and you stepped up to take it. Which was a shock to the fans as centre backs definitely dont take free kicks however after practicing in training and the ball smashing into the top corner more than once you were given a chance to take one in the match.

You stepped a few steps back before the referee whistled to take it. You kicked the ball, wrapping your leg around, making sure to shift all your force through your hips. Everyone watched as the ball curved towards the top corner, and sabrinas finger scraped the ball. However, it went rippling into the net, and the crowd went crazy in celebration.

Your teamates jumped on top of you as you celebrated your first goal for arsenal, and in that moment, they never doubted your skill or ability as you could play football, and you played pretty damn well. Since then, you have become close friends with the team, and although sometimes you missed home, you had found another one in the comfort of arsenal.

[derschwabe08]

Emi's Equivalent Exchange gift for @justablah56

Thank you to @emis-equivalent-exchange for organizing this very cool Secret Santa gift exchange!

This is a modern au fic in which Dani and VR-LA are out shopping for a Christmas gift for the kids of Finbar and Elyse (I went with twins because I couldn't decide on a gender). It probably isn't the best fic ever but I hope you enjoy it anyway :]

 “What about this?” VR-LA asked, holding up a set of cookware for children to play with and looking over at Dani. “I am pretty sure the twins will have at least a dozen of those anyway from other family members and besides-” 

A mischievous grin spread across her face “I have the perfect idea already!” Dani was holding up a box that showed a couple children playing various instruments including a drum set and a guitar with a big label saying “Baby’s first Rock Band.”. 

 “Finbar would murder us…” VR-LA said, though he couldn’t help but to smile a little as well. “And don’t you think the twins are a bit young for that? They’re only one year old!” 

“Ahhhh don’t worry about it! But if you’re soooooo sure that this is a bad idea, fine let’s keep looking-” Dani groaned half seriously, still smirking widely as the two of them continued onwards through the store. Christmas music was blasting from the speakers and every aisle was packed with people trying to find a last minute gift for their loved ones. Much like Dani and VR-LA, who were still looking for the perfect gift to give to Tamara and Carly, Finbar’s and Elyse’s little twins. 

“Now this would be a great gift!” VR-LA said holding up a little model of the solar system for kids that also functioned as a nightlight with an integrated music box “Educational, calming and age appropriate.”

“Oh my god, you are such a nerd…” Dani rolled her eyes teasingly. “Why don’t you just give them one of your text books even? It’s a Christmas gift - it’s supposed to be fun it doesn’t need to be educational!” 

“Excuse you, this is very fun!” VR-LA said, playfully stuck his tongue out at Dani. “I am definitely bringing this, but we can keep looking for something else as well. Noooooooo, we are not getting them electric motorcycles!” he added as he saw Dani turning towards the section with the kiddy vehicles with a wide grin on her face.

 “God, you really are no fun are you?” Dani laughed. “How else will they learn to be just as cool as their aunt Dani?” 

 “You say that as if it would be a good thing…” VR-LA teased, shrugging. “I guess I should be happy you didn’t suggest a real motorcycle.”

 “Oooooo, you’re right that would be even better!” The grin on Dani’s face got even wider as she playfully punched his shoulder and continued walking towards the plushie section. VR-LA simply sighed and shook his head with a grin of his own as he followed her. 

“NOW THIS - is a proper gift!” If Dani’s boots hadn’t been peeking out between the legs of the massive teddy bear VR-LA would have walked right past and searched for where Dani was hiding. She pushed aside the head of the giant plushie and grinned at her best friend like it was already Christmas and she was the one opening gifts. “And it even comes with different bows so we can get one for each of them!” 

 “Yeah you are right, that is a great gift! Even if they can use them as beds. ” VR-LA laughed heartily as he picked up the second bear and disappeared behind it. 

 They lugged both of the bears to the check out, drawing a couple weird glances without noticing them. “Any idea how to wrap these?“ VR-LA asked once they had somehow stuffed the two giant bears into the backseat of his car.

“Lots and lots of wrapping paper, a metric ton of tape and of course a nice sprinkle of mad genius by me!” Dani said with a wide grin.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Annoyance (Corey Taylor x Fem! Reader) SMUT

Hello hello! This was a request for cutie_maggot on AO3! This is my first time really writing Corey, so hopefully it turned out alright. Thank you so much for reading!!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, ADULT CONTENT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT, porn very little plot, swearing, degradation (some praise), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mask kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, if I missed any please let me know!!

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Divider Credit: @adornedwithlight

You had decided to wear a new dress you had just bought to the show tonight, something you specifically picked out because you knew Corey would love it. Which, he definitely did, the moment he laid his eyes on you his hands were already drifting over your body, whispering in your ear how he can't wait to tear that dress off you with his teeth later tonight.

The problems started with Shawn.

“Well, don't you look pretty, bird?” You didn't have to look at him to know his gaze had settled onto the curve of your ass. That was strike one. You could already feel the annoyance rolling off Corey in waves.

“Get your eyes off my fuckin’ girl, Shawn.” He spits, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist, dragging you into his side.

Strikes two and three came at the same time. 

Corey trusted you completely, he knew that his pretty little girlfriend only had eyes for him at the end of the day. But, he still couldn't stop himself from getting a bit jealous whenever you would receive attention from someone else. 

Jim knew he ran the risk of pissing Corey off, but he couldn't deny how cute he found your flustered expression as he complimented you. “That dress looks very pretty on you, love.” He rests his elbows on his knees, smirking as he watches your eyes nervously dart away from him.

“I think someone likes having all the attention on them, don't you, pretty girl?” Your heart races as you meet Mick’s playful gaze, never one to miss an opportunity to leave you a flustered mess, for better or for worse. “Corey is one lucky son of a bitch, isn't he Jim?” He chuckles, bright blue eyes trailing hungrily over your tiny form, like an animal sizing up its prey.

Jim lets out a hum of approval, “lucky, indeed.” He responds, letting each syllable carefully roll off his tongue. They both chuckle as they’re called to line up to head out on stage.

“Just wait until I get my fuckin’ hands on you.” A shiver runs down your spine as Corey growls in your ear. He grabs you by the waist, pressing your body flush to his. You can feel his hard cock press into the curve of your ass. “I've gotta make sure my girl doesn't forget who she belongs to.” He nips at your skin, making you yelp. You don't miss the dark, lust filled expression in his eyes as your gaze meets his. You wish him luck, he presses a hot, heady kiss to your lips before joining the others. 

After the show, he was quick to get you alone, pushing you into an empty dressing room. Corey growls, roughly pinning you to the wall, a hand on either side of your head. “I just can't leave you alone for a single fucking second, can I?” He asks in a low, dangerous tone. “I turn my back only for you to let my band mates drool all over you, is that right, baby?” Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his sharp teeth pass over the sensitive skin of your neck. “I guess I can't blame them though, can I? My girl just looks so pretty, how could they keep their eyes off you?” His lips crash against yours with bruising force, your knees giving out underneath you only to be held up by Corey's strong body pressing into yours. “Who do you belong to?” He growls against your lips.

“You.” You can't stop the smile from tugging at your lips, your heart racing as you answer his question.

He breathes out a chuckle. “Prove it.” He smirks, gaze dropping to your pretty lips. “On your knees, princess.” You immediately give into his request, your knees coming into contact with the rough, ratty carpet with a dull thud. He grabs your chin tightly in his hand, keeping your eyes locked on his as he slowly unzips his jumpsuit, bright blue irises staring back at you from the black pits where they sat behind his mask. You pull your lip between your teeth, unable to keep your eyes off his erection as it struggles against the confines of his boxers. “I've been waiting all night to be able to use that filthy fucking mouth of yours.” His fingers slide into your hair, roughly tugging at the strands, making you let out a soft moan. Your hands slide up his legs, settling on the waistband of his boxers. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work.”

He keeps a tight grip at the nape of your neck as you lean in, running your tongue along the base of his cock all the way up to its angry, red tip. Corey curses under his breath, dragging your outstretched tongue back and forth across his member. “Dirty slut.” He breathes out through a chuckle. “That’s it, get me nice and lubed up so I can fuck you stupid.” He groans as he pushes the tip of his cock into the warm cavern of your mouth. “I’m going to fucking ruin you to make sure those assholes can never come close to making you feel as good as I can.” You moan around him as you feel his hips stutter, easing his cock into your mouth. He presses into the back of your throat with a groan, a devilish smirk passing over his features as he hears you choke around him. He eases it out of your mouth just enough to allow a gasp of oxygen to slip down your throat only for him to slam back into you again. Tears began gathering along your lashes with every harsh, unforgiving thrust, eventually sliding down your cheeks, leaving red streaks in their wake. You feel his fingers twitch, a low growl rumbling from his chest before he pulls you off him. “Don’t want to get too carried away now, do we?” He asks with a shuddering breath. He pulls you up to meet him, lips crashing against yours as he stumbles blindly in the direction of the couch in the room. You yelp as the back of your knees connect with the cushions, sending both you and Corey tumbling down into the worn leather. He grabs hungrily at your waist, hoisting up your hips in order to slip your panties down your legs.

“You look really pretty in this dress, baby. It’s too bad I’m going to fucking ruin it.” He growls, pressing the air from your lungs as he sinks his full weight into you. You gasp as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, he chuckles as he feels you claw desperately at wherever you could reach. He grabs your wrists in his hands, pinning you to the couch below him as he feverishly bites and sucks at your neck. He pushes your dress up to your hips, swapping both wrists into one hand as the other slides in between your legs. You whine as he starts to draw slow, tight circles on your clit. You moan his name as you buck into his hand, he chuckles at the sound of your needy whines. “What's the matter, baby?” He coos, keeping up the same sluggish pace. “Not enough?”

“Corey, please.” You whimper. “Wanna cum in your fingers.”

He smirks, “is that right? My little slut wants me to make her cum, hm?” You nod, pushing yourself against his fingers, desperate for any more friction than he was giving you. You let out a loud, broken moan as he slips two fingers inside of you. “Someone's really needy, aren't they?” He teases you with a chuckle, making your cheeks grow warm. “Look at that greedy little pussy, taking my fingers so well.” You gasp as you feel him scissoring you open, preparing you to be stuffed full of his cock. He expertly crooks his fingers into a spot that had you crying out, desperately grabbing onto him as white hot pleasure seared across your entire body. 

“Corey.” You whimper his name, nails digging into his arm as you feel the coil in your core winding impossibly tight, ready to snap at any second. Your thighs shake uncontrollably as you finally come undone.

“That's it baby, fuck.” Corey growls, fingers fucking into you at an animalistic pace as he pushes you through your high. Your arousal coated his hand, beads of your slick dripping down his wrist. “Again.” He orders firmly, not slowing as you feel pressure building in your core once again.

“I can't.” You respond weakly. You yelp as Corey suddenly pulls his fingers out of you and delivers a harsh slap to your clit.

“I said, again.” He growls dangerously, returning to his previous, vicious pace. His thumb presses roughly to your clit, fingers dragging deliciously over your sensitive walls. He works you right up to the edge, leaving you gasping and clawing at his wrists, before expertly tipping you over the edge. You sobbed as he repeated the the process two, three, four more times. Your body jolted as he tells his fingers against your clit. “Dirty girl.” He chuckles.

He flips you over onto your hands and knees, heat radiating off his chest as he blankets your back. He grabs roughly into your hips, his fingertips pushing into you in a way that you knew would leave bruises behind. You moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “By the time I'm done with you you're only going to be able to think about me.” He groans next to your ear. Your knees threaten to give out as he eased inside of you, a strong arm wrapping around your waist in order to hold you upright. Corey curses as he bottoms out inside of you, hips molding to the curve of your ass as he pulls as your supple skin. “You always take me so perfectly, baby.” He coos, making you moan as he eased himself out to the top only to slam back into you. “Always doing so good, just for me.” You gasp at the feeling of his hot tongue running up the side of your neck, your thighs trembling as his pace gradually begins to increase. “Gonna have to fill you up, make sure everyone knows that pretty pussy belongs to me.” He tangles a hand in your hair, pushing your face down roughly into the couch cushions, the other delivering a sharp smack to your ass. The room filled with the sounds of your fervent moans and whine, his cock mercilessly pumping into your slick heat. He chuckles as he feels you tense, your gummy walls attempting to clamp down on him with every last remaining bit of strength as you come undone. You scream out his name as he roughly runs at your clit, tears streaming down your cheeks as you writhed underneath him, the overstimulating pleasure knocking the breath from your lungs. He pulls you up by your hair, you whine as he bites down harshly on your neck, a growl bubbling up in his throat as you feel his hips start to stutter. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He snarls against the side of your face, a groan leaving him as he presses as deep inside of you as he can manage. He curses, hips rocking slightly as you feel his cum pool inside you. “That's my pretty girl, letting me fill her up.” He presses his lips to the top of your head. He keeps himself connected to you for a few moments, sweat dripping from his chest and into your back. 

He begins to soothingly stroke his thumb over your stomach. “I'm gonna get you cleaned up, okay, baby?” He says softly, helping you into a more comfortable position before cleaning up his mess. He looks around the room, managing to find his stuff in order to slip the oversized shirt from his bag over your head. “I'll help you finish getting dressed in a minute, come here, love.” He collapses into the couch next to you, opening his arms for you to crawl into. He cradles you against his chest, fingers carefully carding through your hair, a drastic contrast to how rough he had been with you. “How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy.” You respond, making him chuckle.

“You doing okay after that, baby? Was I too rough?” You shake your head, fidgeting with his fingers as a soft smile settles into your lips.

“No, you weren't, I promise.” You lay your head against his shoulder, your eyes meeting his bright blue ones. “You really don't like it when the others compliment me, huh?” You giggle.

Corey chuckles in response, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, carefully kissing each knuckle. “I just don't like people trying to take what's mine, baby.”

“You know I would never leave you, right?” 

“Of course I do. I trust you completely, you're my girl. But, I know they're a bunch of fucking animals.” You both laugh. “I love you, and I'm so happy you're all mine.”

“I love you, Corey.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Now, how about we finish getting dressed, and we head back to the hotel, I'll see if the kitchen’s still open, maybe they can make us a pizza.” He offers with a laugh.

“You might have to carry my back, I don't think my legs work.”

[efexumukoroxlc]

Efe flashed a smile. "Hey, that's fair. What if we just say it's like magic? That does all kinds of things that don't make sense. But there are some, like, graphic novels, I think that are a little more based in reality. Maybe those are a better buy." He gave a low hum, turning to give another look around the shop, but from what he knew of said novels, they also tended to lean toward the serious. He was not sure they made for fun holiday gifts. But then again, maybe all these gritty superheroes did not either. He laughed. "Yeah, not really like the animal. His claws are made of metal maybe?"

Efe nodded. "I wear mine on this leather strap underneath my turnout coat. I don't think all that makes a difference underwater, though," he sighed, his features furrowing. "Yeah. I wish we had more...roller-coaster excitement, though. Less life and death excitement. Does that make sense? I don't find Lunar Cove exciting. Mostly stressful, to be honest," he admitted softly. "What do you think is exciting? Like, enjoyable exciting?"

Efe pursed up his lips. "YouTube has those. One of the kids told me about...'slime tutorials?' Slime tutorials are musicals. I don't really know why. But sure. Anything you could ever want to know more about. The library has a lot of real documentaries too. You just need a card, and you can bring them home for a week. I'm trying to get some gaming systems and televisions in there actually. So maybe people can watch them there too."

He tightened his jaw, allowing the hunter conversation to fade away, aware of the heaviness that it carried. But he took the opportunity to go on a tangent. "Well, in the beginning, they were largely named after animals. And then, until around the 1930s, they were named alphanumerically. A-1. That kind of thing. Because they were producing a lot more quickly. Back to fish until 19...1947? They decided to name them after World War II boats, which were already named after fish. So the fish thing continued until the 1960s really. It was hard. It needed to be pronounceable and easy to spell, but it couldn't repeat. So they had to get creative. Sometimes the Smithsonian would send a picture of the fish the vessel was named after to hang aboard so the sailors could be proud of it." He shrugged. "I'm sorry. I'm being really boring."

"I don't think I care for Superman," Billie muttered. "He makes no sense." None of this made sense. Then again, most media didn't make sense unless it was a documentary or educational program. Perhaps Billie just missed the person she'd been sharing most of this stuff with. It was fun to lean into the silliness, the unbelievability, of things like superheroes or dinosaurs when you were appreciating it with someone important. She started to nod; she knew what a wolverine was. But then Efe mentioned yellow suits and claws, and she groaned. "I don't know a wolverine like that."

Billie laughed a little. "I think some of them have ways to communicate inside them, though I'm admittedly not an expert in scuba gear. I've never needed it." He was right, though. There was little in comics that was actually realistic, and Billie was beginning to think that, perhaps, that was the point. "I think that... excitement is subjective. What you find exciting might not be what others do, and that's perfectly fine. I feel like there's enough... excitement in this town most of the time that extra is almost unnecessary." She was, quite frankly, exhausted by excitement. If she didn't force herself to do other things, Billie was quite certain she'd simply stay at home, in her bathtub, and sleep. Or scream underwater. She wasn't certain. "That's kind of nice, not having to interact with things. When I was younger, I'd try to find websites that would... let me watch recordings of musicals," she murmured. "Documentaries would be nice. About anything?"

It was hard for her not to hunch in on herself, shrugging. Was this place actually safe? Safer. Maybe. "Thanks. I'm not-- I'm not like that anymore," she said softly. She appreciated the turn of conversation, latching onto it. "Do the names of the vessels mean anything, or are they just supposed to be... fun? But I agree. I think that history is hard, though. Some people don't want to reckon with the past."

[taffyglitch-art]

Assorted cpuk things I've collected from the past couple months. (i think the cosmic love is actually from a longer time ago, i just forgot about it, whoops!)

[wolfram-but-art]

What lps eyes would you give each Merc? (Can be a drawing, can be a head cannon, it's up to ya)

silly eyes :3

[smokin-salmon]

We at Grizzco are not liable for any injuries relating to abnormal amounts of bigger than average boss salmonids.

Thank you.

[zylphiacrowley]

"Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand." ~The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats

vv extra vv

[rings-of-power-realm]

Because we all need a twirly sword Elrond on our dash

[marimayscarlett]

Richard in Leipzig, Germany // 24.11.2009 // LIFAD tour // 📷 by Mike Bonitz

[asmo-cosmetics]

when i say i ship asrian what i need you to understand is that i mean i want asra to apologize and beg for julian back. possibly in messy tears

[stvivi]

Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren