#bobb answers

[bigolbadblog]

Some of my wanktasies:

Someone whining and moaning about how their tummy hurts but they just can't stop eating because it's so good, they still need more…

A hungry belly with a mind of its own (figuratively or literally) rumbling incessantly with monstrous hunger even when it's already too full, forcing its poor owner to eat far behind their capacity. They aren't calling the shots: their stomach is.

Just about any situation where someone is being funnel fed/tube fed (where they fall on a scale from distressed to desiring varies depending on my mood).

Someone who's hopelessly overstuffed and fit to burst desperately begging me for belly rubs to help settle their poor aching tummy and work up a few relieving burps.

🫣🥵🫠

[zombiecleodoodles]

time-witch cleo perhaps??

I realized I don't think I ever drew time witch cleo! their's was the only pov I watched lol

I am actually really proud of this! (don't expect this level of effort regularly pls)

[sergle]

ai generated voice overs and singing is really messed up and unethical

godddDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[devotedlykoneshots]

BANGCHAN DRABBLE

Genre: 🔞, minors DNI, hyunjins little sister plot, nothing too wild

Word count: 1025

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"There was a spider in my room and yes, you rescued it by putting it outside, but I still won’t sleep in that room tonight"you say as you stand your ground and the older male raises an eyebrow at you, leaning against his doorway.

"So can I sleep in your room?" You asked sheepishly and he's even more shocked now, first at your boldness and then at your shyness.

Second at the question.

"I don't think your brother will like that"bangchan says and you groan softly, rubbing your temples.

"Well, I'm too tired to care, so scoot over"you tell him as you barge into his room and pulled his covers back, prepared to kick his ass over if you had to.

He scoots over and you crawl into the bed, getting under the cover and letting out a sigh.

"Better?"he asked still watching you and you nodded, secretly sniffing his covers and you were right.

It smelled like him.

"Goodnight"he called out to you and turned off the light, the next time he turns it on is later in the night.

Your sleeping frame cuddled up to his larger one.

"Y/n"he shakes you awake and you jumped back from him upon seeing how close you were.

"Oh my god"you placed a hand on your heart and tried to calm down.

"Sorry, I cuddle in my sleep"you frown and apologize.

"It's okay, I was just shocked"he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer again.

You hesitantly place your hand on his chest and close your eyes again, you both falling asleep.

You wake up the next time, it's now morning and arms are wrapped around your waist, chan is cuddling you from behind.

You can also feel something poking your back and you turn onto your back, looking over at him as his arms pull you closer and the poking is now touching your thigh.

He sucks in a breath as your movement grazes his boner and you bite your bottom lip.

"Don't move"he whispers and your eyes lift to see his staring back at you.

"Do you have a boner?"you whispered and he immediately denies said allegations.

"Definitely not"he said and you raised your eyebrows at him.

"I'm serious"you tell him and he huffs, biting his bottom lip before admitting the truth.

"Yes, I do"he said.

"Oh my god"you cover your face and he rolls his eyes, you're definitely hyunjins sister.

"Don't be dramatic, it doesn't mean I was having a wet dream or anything" he starts and you remove your hands as you look at him.

"It just happens and I don't have control over it"he continues, yeah this wasn't how he expected his night to go.

"How do you usually get rid of it?"you asked and you can feel it twitch against your side, you bite your bottom lip.

"I jerk off but I'm usually alone when that happens"he said and you look at him in the eyes , getting up wasn't an option.

"I'll turn around and you can do it in peace"you said and he nodded in agreement.

"Okay"he said and you turned around , trying not to pay attention to the sound of his cock hitting his stomach and definitely not the sound of him fucking into his fist.

"Fuck"he whispered and you squeezed your legs closed , biting your bottom lip and trying to ignore the sounds he was trying to keep inside but unfortunately couldn't.

"What?"you sit up after he gasps and look at him , about to tell him you couldn't do it but you caught a glimpse of his cock before he covers himself up.

"Oh my god"

"Y/n" he whisper/shouts as he saw you sitting up and covering himself with his hands.

"What are you doing?"he hissed and you sit up on your hands and knees.

"Let me help you, you're taking forever" you offer and he gulps, you bite your bottom lip waiting for him to answer.

"Hurry"is all he said before he moved his hands, you take his cock in your hands and stroke his cock slowly.

"I had no idea you were this big"you're still amazed and he chuckles, watching you lean down and kitten lick his tip as his hips buck into your hand.

"Fuck , oh shit"you take his cock into your mouth and start to bobb your head as he moans softly, he immediately throws the cover over your head as he hears the door knob twist and you bobb your head faster.

His head is thrown back as hyunjin enters.

"Hey chan-" he's instantly met with the image of chan getting blowed by an unknown figure.

"Fuck"Chan cries out weakly as you hallow your cheeks and take more of him in your mouth, gagging around his thick length but you don't mind.

"I'll come back later"your brother is quick to exit as soon as he arrived.

"Oh my god, that was hyunjin"you pull yourself off of Chan and the covers from over your head.

"He didn't notice, open up for me"he taps his cock against your lips and you do as he says, getting back to work as you stroke what couldn't fit in your mouth.

"Fucking hell"he groans softly and throws his head back as he lets you suck on his cock, cheeks hallowing around his length and  your free hand squeezing at his balls.

"I'm gonna cum baby"you're not sure if he even realizes what he just said but nonetheless it urges you to move onto your knees , taking him deeper in your mouth as you deepthroat his cock.

"Fuck , that's it. So fucking good"you hum softly at his words and bobb your head faster, his hips starting to buck into your mouth as he got closer to his climax.

"I'm cumming"he groans deeply and grips your hair, holding you down onto his cock as he thrusts into your mouth faster, a strained whimper leaving his lips as he cums into your mouth.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[sign on a local bar in Milwaukee]

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

July 15, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

JUL 16, 2024

This morning, after a day of Republicans insisting that it is political polarization to suggest that Trump is a danger to our democracy, U.S. District Judge Aileen Cannon, who was appointed by Trump in the last days of his presidency, dismissed the classified documents case against the former president. She wrote that “Special Counsel Smith’s appointment violates the Appointments Clause of the United States Constitution.” 

Other federal courts have tested this argument and dismissed it, but Supreme Court justice Clarence Thomas, whose wife Ginni was part of the attempt to overturn the results of the 2020 presidential election, suggested earlier this month that it could be the basis for getting rid of Jack Smith. Cannon cited Thomas repeatedly in her decision. 

When he left office in January 2021, Trump took with him to Mar-a-Lago hundreds of pages of classified national security documents, some of which bore the highest level of classification. The National Archives and Records Administration (NARA), where by law presidential papers must be deposited, noted that many documents were missing from the materials Trump released to them and, in May 2021, emailed Trump’s lawyers to get them back. 

When his lawyers tried to push him to do as the law required, they told FBI investigators, Trump answered: “It’s not theirs, it’s mine.” Finally, in December 2021, after Trump had personally gone through the documents, a Trump representative told NARA that they had found “some records,” and in January 2022, NARA retrieved 15 boxes from Mar-a-Lago. Archivists found more than 150 documents marked classified, making up hundreds of pages of classified national security information. 

By April the Justice Department had convened a grand jury to investigate Trump’s removal of the documents. Trump’s lawyers tried to keep those documents out of the hands of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) by claiming they were covered by executive privilege, but in May 2022, NARA gave the FBI access to the records. In June 2022, Trump representative Christina Bobb certified that “a diligent search” at Mar-a-Lago had turned up nothing more and that they were returning “any and all documents” they had found. Concerned about the sheer number of documents turning up, the Department of Justice subpoenaed security video tapes, which showed people moving the documents. 

Federal officials obtained a search warrant for Mar-a-Lago. When they executed it in August 2022, they found 13 more boxes with classified documents: a total of more than 11,000 government documents and photographs. They also found 48 empty folders labeled “classified,” but they did not check a locked closet on which Trump had recently changed the lock, or a “hidden room” in Trump’s bedroom. They found that the boxes, which contained the most valuable intelligence of the United States government, had been stored haphazardly in public areas, including a ballroom stage and a bathroom. 

In November 2022, after Trump announced his presidential candidacy—an early announcement that many thought was an attempt to avoid criminal prosecution—Attorney General Merrick Garland appointed a special counsel to oversee the two federal investigations that touched on the former president, thus deliberately moving those investigations outside the department so they could not be seen as part of the presidential race.

In June 2023 a federal grand jury indicted Trump on 37 criminal counts under the Espionage Act, including scheming to conceal documents; three more charges were added the following month. Trump allegedly compromised national security documents from the Central Intelligence Agency, the Department of Defense, the National Security Agency, the National Geospatial Intelligence Agency (surveillance imagery), the National Reconnaissance Office (surveillance and maps), the Department of Energy (nuclear weapons), and the Department of State and Bureau of Intelligence and Research (diplomatic intelligence). He was a one-man wrecking ball, aimed at our national security. 

The case fell randomly to Cannon, who has appeared to be trying to delay the case since it came into her hands. Today, she threw it out altogether.

Former attorney general Eric Holder called Cannon’s dismissal “so bereft of legal reasoning as to be utterly absurd.” Legal analyst Mark Joseph Stern called it “an extreme outlier view with no basis in precedent” and noted that “Cannon’s indefensible opinion will still serve its purpose of delaying this trial indefinitely.” 

Global politics scholar Brian Klaas wrote “Trump appoints judge. Trump does something that virtually all legal experts—including Trump’s own former Attorney General—see as a clear-cut felony. Judge that Trump appointed dismisses case.” Washington Post global affairs columnist Ishaan Tharoor wrote: “if this happened in another country, the DC establishment would immediately point to the erosion of the rule of law and the independence of the judiciary.” 

Special Counsel Jack Smith has said he will appeal Cannon’s ruling.

Trump responded to the news exactly as yesterday’s Republican demands that Trump’s opponents stop calling out his lawlessness suggested he would. He posted: “As we move forward in Uniting our Nation after the horrific events on Saturday, this dismissal of the Lawless Indictment in Florida should be just the first step, followed quickly by the dismissal of ALL the Witch Hunts—the January 6th Hoax in Washington, D.C., the Manhattan D.A.’s Zombie Case, the New York A.G. Scam, Fake Claims about a woman I never met (a decades old photo in a line with her then husband does not count), and the Georgia “Perfect” Phone Call charges. The Democrat Justice Department coordinated ALL of these Political Attacks, which are an Election Interference conspiracy against Joe Biden’s Political Opponent, ME. Let us come together to 

END all Weaponization of our Justice System, and Make America Great Again!”

The Thomas opinion on which Cannon relied was his concurrence in the July 1, 2024, decision in Donald J. Trump v. United States. In that decision, the Supreme Court overturned the central principle of American democracy when it said that the U.S. president cannot be prosecuted for crimes committed as part of a president’s “official duties.” Cannon’s decision echoes the idea that Trump cannot be held accountable even for what is allegedly the most serious breach of our national security in our history. Indeed, MAGA Representative Matt Gaetz (R-FL) posted a picture of Cannon on social media with the heading: “Future Supreme Court Justice Cannon.” 

Legal analyst Keith Boykin listed the many excuses and arguments Trump enablers have made over the years. “He can’t be prosecuted in office,” Boykin wrote. “He can’t be impeached because the courts should decide. He’s immune from prosecution after office. He can’t be prosecuted by Biden’s DOJ because that’s ‘lawfare.’ And he can’t be prosecuted by a special counsel. We have created a dictator.”

Legal analyst Norm Eisen noted that Cannon’s decision will boost Trump on the first day of the Republican National Convention, held in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, from Monday through Thursday of this week. So will the weekend’s shooting, which has inspired MAGA Republicans to insist that all their party members must rally around Trump. 

While Trump has been the presumptive nominee for years, that anointment was contested. Around 20% of Republican primary voters, who tend to be the most loyal and fervent partisans, consistently voted for former South Carolina governor Nikki Haley rather than Trump. Those voters seemed to be concentrated in the suburbs, thus making up a constituency Trump needs to win.

On the other end of the party’s spectrum, the fringe right has been saying that Trump is too soft for them. Antisemitic white nationalist Nick Fuentes has told his followers that he and his “groypers” are fed up with Trump because they are sick of “battling the Jews in the White House, battling the neocons, battling the Israel-firsters.” 

Conspiracy theorist Alex Jones and right-wing provocateur Ivan Raiklin have speculated for months that removing Trump from the running—they speculated about assassination—would open the way for Trump’s far-right former national security advisor Michael Flynn, and appeared to be putting pressure on Trump to name Flynn as vice president. Yesterday, Raiklin posted on social media a “Trump/Flynn 2024” graphic with the legend “FAFO,” under the words “Assassination-Proof.” 

This afternoon, perhaps in hopes of avoiding an embarrassing floor fight, Trump dashed the hopes of both ends of the Republican spectrum by naming Ohio senator J.D. Vance as his vice presidential pick. Vance is 39 and was elected to the Senate in 2022 with the help of $10 million from right-wing billionaire Peter Thiel. In the short time he has been in office, he has echoed Trump’s Big Lie that the 2020 presidential race was stolen, has said that he does not believe in rape or incest exceptions for abortion bans and that people should stay in violent marriages, and has praised Project 2025. He is pro-Russia and against the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. 

It “will be interesting to see how the RNC attempts to spin Vance as a candidate of Unity,” journalist Anne Applebaum wrote. The Fox News Channel helpfully reminded viewers that Vance has, in the past, said that Trump “might be America’s Hitler,” “might be a cynical a**hole,” and is “cultural heroin,” “noxious,” and “reprehensible.” 

Still, factional differences might not matter in today’s Republican Party. This afternoon, in the hall of the RNC convention, attendees chanted, “Fight, fight, fight,” as they punched an arm in the air, in an eerie echo of Germany in the 1930s.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

22 - Answer’s Gonna Come Somehow

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Year: 1995

“And what’s that?” Bobby pointed to Dustin’s book.

“That’s a character guide,” Dustin smiled.

“And that?”

“Guide to NPCs.”

“What’s an NPC?”

“Non-playable character,” Dustin chuckled.

“And those?”

“Villains. Bobbs, did you know that your papa is a dungeon master? He knows a lot more about this stuff than I do.”

“Whoa, really!”

“Yes, really.”

“And what’s the game called again?”

“DnD.”

“Got it. Papa!”

Bobby ran from her play room into the living room. Eddie was sitting on the couch, completing the finishing details for the campaign he’d be running later that day. Bobby crashed into the couch and rested her chin on the arm rest. 

“Papa?”

“Hi, pumpkin,” Eddie smiled.

“What’s D-n-D?”

Eddie’s eyes shot open as he looked to his little girl. He set down his pencil and notepad as he slid to his knees. He braced his hands on Bobby’s shoulders and pulled her close.

“Bobby Judas, my sweet, sweet girl. I need to tell you, with every fiber of my being, that this is the best day of my life.”

Bobby smiled proudly as her father whisked her into his lap and explained what he was doing with his latest campaign. She reclined back onto him as she was sucked into the enchanting fantasy world.

“And what’s your character, papa?”

“I was initially a bard, but since becoming dungeon master, I’ve been a vampire—Kas—Vecna’s second lieutenant.”

“What’s daddy?”

“Daddy doesn’t have a character.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno, pumpkin.”

“Daddy!” She yelled.

Steve’s ears rang at his daughter’s shrill shriek echoed throughout the house. He dried his hands on a rouge dish towel and wandered off to find the hell spawn.

“Yes, Bobby?”

“How come you don’t have a DnD character?” she asked.

“Because I don’t play.”

“But why not?”

“I never really understood it.” He shrugged and tussled her hair.

“Hey,” she whined.

“Oh, sorry, bug, I forgot you had hair clips in. Here, let me fix them.” He knelt to her height and unclipped her barrettes, promptly fixing them. “Better?”

“Mhmm.” She kicked her legs, accidentally knocking Eddie’s knees and shins.

“Ow, Bobbs, be careful, please,” Eddie said.

“Sorry, papa. So, do I have a character?”

“You do, actually,” Eddie smiled proudly. “On your first birthday, we threw you a DnD themed party where everyone came dressed as their characters. Since you didn’t have one yet, I made you one.”

“What am I‽” She gasped.

“You, my dear, are a first level Neutral Good Human Paladin.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you are destined to be the best person you could possibly be. You’re adaptable and take adventure seriously—I noticed all that when you were a baby, and I still stand by it.”

“Papa, can I play with you guys tonight?”

“I can ask the rest of The Party, but there shouldn’t be any issue, pumpkin. Dustin!”

“Yeah?” he hollered back.

“Why’re you still in my daughter’s playroom? Come here, please!”

“What?” He asked, running down the stairs. “Everything okay?”

“No, Henderson, why would you introduce my child to DnD?” Steve asked, hands resting on his hips. “Now it’s two against one,” he teased.

“Ignore him,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Would you mind if Bee joined us during our campaign tonight?”

“No, not at all. What would she be doing?”

“Well, I’ll start her off as second in command as dungeon master, then when it’s safe enough, we’ll work her in. Does that sound good, Bobbs?”

“Yeah!”

“Wonderful.”

“Does this mean it’s gonna be more tame?”

“Please,” Eddie scoffed, “as if my hell spawn couldn’t handle my sadistic campaign. Who do you think I raised?”

By four o’clock, the entirety of The Party arrived at the Harrington residence for an early dinner, prepared by Steve. The boys (and Bobby) dug in and by five o’clock, the game had started. Eddie lugged Bobby into his lap and leaned back in his masters thrown.

“Bee, you may begin,” he said.

In the deepest, gruffest voice she could muster up, Bobby leaned forward, only eyes peering over the master guide, and she set the scene for the campaign. Her voice changed with each character, however, sputtering a bit whenever she couldn’t pronounce something. Eddie would match whatever voice or tone she was putting on and sound out the words with her.

When Eddie knew it was safe for Bobby’s character to enter, he sat his daughter down in her own chair and set the stage to introduce her. He flipped his locks back and smiled proudly at his little twin.

“As you clear the luscious green hills after conquering the stampede of trolls, you encounter a lone traveler. Human, state your name and class,” Eddie announced.

“I’m Bonnie Priest, a level one, pala… pala… papa, help, please…” She leaned forward in her chair, kicking her legs aimlessly.

“Paladin,” he whispered.

“Level one paladin!” she cheered. “And I’m ready to defeat Vecna!”

Eddie quietly chuckled as he admired his daughter’s spirits. As she continued with her opening speech, he whispered, “that’s my girl.”

Unfortunately, the night came to an end quicker than usual, as Bobby’s bedtime approached faster than most assumed. Steve entered the basement at eight sharp to collect Bobby and get her ready for bed. With much protest, he managed to get Eddie to wrap up the one-shot and persuade the spawn upstairs.

But as soon as Steve scooped her up in his arms, she was dozing off within seconds. Eddie was left to say goodbye to The Party as Steve was doing Bobby’s nighttime routine. When it came to her bedtime story, she refused to sleep until Eddie read to her.

“Pumpkin, you’ve spent all night with papa—I’ve missed you. We usually have our movie and coloring night tonight. Can’t daddy read you a story to make up for it?”

“But papa does voices,” She pouted.

“I can do voices too. What do you want to read? Just tell me what you want, and if you don’t like it, then I’ll get papa, okay?”

“Okay…”

“What do you want to read?”

“Tell Tale Heart.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again…”

“Alright, I’ll grab it.”

While Steve put in a valiant effort, Bobby still demanded to be read to by Eddie. For days to come, Bobby clung to Eddie more than usual, taking a particular interest in his hobbies.

One day, when Steve was stuck at work, Eddie picked Bobby up from school on his own. He sent her into the den to complete her homework—he was over in the next room plucking his guitar and scribbling down new lyrics. When she was finished, she wandered in and sat at Eddie’s feet.

“Hi, pumpkin,” he smiled.

“Can I play?” she asked.

“You can try,” he chuckled. “It may be a bit too big for you, but go for it.”

He handed the acoustic guitar over to her, sitting behind her to hold it and guide her hands. While her strumming was deafening, Eddie still egged her on, not wanting her to give up on any potential hobbies.

“You know, daddy used to sing to you before you were born,” Eddie said.

“Did he?”

“Oh, yeah, it was horrific.”

“Was it?” Bobby giggled.

“No, it wasn’t bad,” Eddie smiled. “God, he has loved you since day one, pumpkin.”

“You didn’t?” she pouted.

“No, of course I did, but… I dunno… I initially never wanted kids, but daddy? He wanted like five of them. He was so excited when he found out I was pregnant. But me? Lord, I was terrified. I love you more than life itself, Bobbs, but I was so, unbelievably scared at first.”

“That’s okay, papa. Babies are scary.”

“Yes, they are,” he laughed.

“Hello?” Steve called, walking through the front door.

“Hi, honey,” Eddie beamed.

“Hi, daddy!” Bobby cheered, storming the door and attacking him with hugs.

“Oh, bug, it’s only been like eight hours,” he chuckled.

“I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, pumpkin. What’re you doing? Playing guitar with papa?”

“Mhmm!”

“Learn anything?”

“Not yet.”

“But she’s getting there,” Eddie added. “Just a little more practice and she’ll be a pro.”

The family went about their evening as normal, ending with the boys putting Bobby to bed with a story of her choosing. Once she was sound asleep, they headed back downstairs to tidy up before hitting the hay themselves. As Steve washed the dishes, and Eddie scrubbed the counters, Steve let out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Eds?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think… have you noticed… uh…”

“Uh? What’s wrong, Stevie?”

“Do you think Bee’s been a bit, I dunno… off lately?”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s just been bouncing from hobby to hobby. A lot more than most kids her age do.”

“So? She’s just curious.”

“No, Eds, what I’m…” Steve trailed off.

“What?”

“I think she has either ADHD or ADD…”

“Why do you say that?”

“Think about it, Eddie. Her grades have been slipping a bit, she had that weird stint with a temper last year, and now she’s trying to take on a million new hobbies at once. Her brain is going a million miles a minute.“

“So? I was that same way when I was a kid.”

“And you graduated high school three years late.”

“Yeah, alright, you make a good point,” he sighed. “What do you want to do about it?”

“I think we should take her to see someone… or at least start with talking to her teachers to see how she’s focusing and participating in class.”

“If you think it’s necessary, then I say let’s go for it. After all, this is your line of work.”

“Sorta.”

“Closer than mine,” Eddie shrugged. “But, Stevie, even if she has ADHD, would you really want her to be on medication so young? I mean, she’s barely seven.”

“I mean, kids can start taking small doses of medication as young as six. There’s a lot of research in this. I think it would be more beneficial to treat her and hopefully benefit her in the long run than to keep her off it.”

“If you say so…”

Several weeks passed and after a lot of conversation with several professionals, Bobby was eventually diagnosed with combined type ADHD. To accommodate both the boy’s wishes, she was initially placed in both behavioral therapy to try and gain control over some of her outbursts, then if that failed, they’d move on to medication.

Bobby wasn’t taking the treatment as well as they boys had hoped. She always threw a fit whenever they brought her in for her weekly appointments. She said that she felt like an outcast—a freak—and that was the last thing Eddie wanted for her.

Steve tried explaining that it was totally normal for some kids needing extra help in school, but she wouldn’t hear any of it. Instead, she barely spoke or even participated in her treatment sessions, so the boys were left with no choice but to start medication.

“I hate this,” Eddie sighed. “I really, really hoped she wouldn’t get any of my bad traits.”

“Bad traits? Ed, honey, it’s not a ‘bad trait’… she just learns a bit differently than others, and that’s okay. It’s normal.”

“She said she feels like a freak, Steve,” he teared up. “I grew up as the freak. Hell, even you, my own husband, used to call me a freak. I never wanted that for her.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a freak, Ed. Hell, I was labeled a ‘King’, and now I’m nothing but a lowly social worker. But you? Eds, you have albums out, you open for huge bands, and you’ve been on tour. There’s worse things to be than a ‘freak’.”

“I guess so,” he sighed. “I just know the feeling and it sucks. Kids are so mean. I just hope no one’s being mean to her at her new school.”

“If they are, then we pull her completely and just home-school her. At least that way you’ll be able to tour again,” Steve teased.

“Pfft, please. I’d rather her stay in school.”

“Why?”

“So she gets socialized and makes friends. At her age, it’s more important than traveling.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve took a sip of his coffee before glancing at the time and choking on his gulp. “Shit, we haven’t gotten her up yet. She’s gonna be late.”

“Fuck, I’ll get her. You start breakfast. Go, team, go!”

[artemisiasthings]

bookbinding question: how did you format the pages so that they read in the correct order when stacked and folded into signatures?

Hi! I use Word to create my signatures and typeset them to read like a book. I followed amazing tutorials from Hana Bobb on TikTok - I'd really recommend looking at her content but here's the bare bones! (If you use other applications this probably won't be as helpful for you, I'm sorry!)

First things first, you need to get your word document set up. From the top ribbon, go to Layout, then select Margins > Custom Margins which will open a page setup popup window. Here are the page size, margins, and layout settings I use:

My margins are set based on US Letter sized paper. I find that they're not too big but allowed me to trim the foredges and don't eat up the text in the spine.

HOWEVER, if you're typesetting a really large fic, you're going to want to increase your side margins! For example, I am typesetting a tandem read of TRTTD/ATWT that is 900+ pages and my side margins are .65" to compensate for the deeper, rounded spine and the amount I'll have to trim off the foredge.

If you're uncertain if you like your margins, you can do test prints of the first signature to see how your margins end up looking.

Our page orientation is landscape because, although we want our individual pages to be portrait, each landscape page will have two portrait pages.

By setting the "multiple pages" setting to book fold, you will automatically print into signatures that you can then sew and glue into a book.

Sheets per booklet is really personal preference, just in mind that one sheet of paper is equal to FOUR book pages (two front and two back). So my 32 page booklets take 8 sheets of paper. Some people do 7, others do up to 10! It's harder to punch holes in 8+ pages of signatures, but easier to sew in my opinion.

From here, you can input your text! You can post the raw html from AO3 into the document which which bring over the text and general formatting, and you can format chapters, headings, title pages, etc. from there. This is a time consuming process but is really helpful when familiarizing yourself with how typesetting works. If you do go with this option, I'd again recommend Hana Bobb's detailed tutorials - she goes over incredible info for newbies and I wouldn't be half as good as I am without her guidance.

If you're not interested in deep diving on typesetting, you can do what I do now which is use a Word macro from the macro mommy herself - Blak Books Bindery.

She has some incredible macros which allow you to quickly and easily add text dividers, drop caps, and so much more to your typesets! The one I use the most is her "Raw-Text Formatting" macro which allows you to copy raw text directly from AO3 into the word document and turn it into a formatted typeset through computer magic. I usually just use this as a starting point and heavily adjust the aesthetics from there, but it saves so much time moving author notes, formatting chapters into sections, adding title and publishing pages, etc.

After your typeset is formatted how you want it, you can print it! I typically go into File > Print and select "Print to PDF."

This allows you to save the document as a PDF. You can print directly from Word but I haven't tried it since people say it really messes up the formatting.

Your finished typeset file should look something like this:

Just print this double sided with "flip on the short edge" selected, and start folding! Even if you're super confident about your typeset, I would highly recommend test printing your first signature on paper you don't care about. I've caught misaligned page numbers, margin issues, and other problems this way and saved myself the headache and reams of paper.

That's it! I hope this answered your question, I went probably went overboard but I'm not sure what knowledge you're working with so I wanted to be thorough. If you or anyone else has any other questions, feel free to reach out through asks or DMs!

[the5n00k]

BoBB au, what would be the equivalent of Home is Where the Haunt is/Out of House and Home? 🤔

Y'all always jumpscaring me with questions I can't answer lol /lh

Taxes were still a thing at the time but certainly not mortgages (and ridiculously high hospital bills) so perhaps Pete gets hurt on a job and can't work as the architect/planner for a while? And since gig pigging didn't exist, Sharon and the kids are going around the town doing odd jobs and paid favors for the townsfolk but they just get enough money to afford the necessary medical treatment he needs. They have to leave before the government over the town finds out they can't pay the necessary taxes and arrests them. Scratch meanwhile lives up to his warning signs strewn about the beach and scares away any newcomers since the beach is so visible from the house, breaching and roaring as angrily as possible. (Of course this act is very dangerous and reckless but he had no other choice) When Andrea (a well off citizen of Brighton due to her father's successful shipping and distributing company) hears about Molly having to leave, she gets really upset. They're best friends after all (according to her) so in order to ensure she stays, she promises to pay the taxes for this month and any other month Pete needs to recover straight from her own pocket and tells Molly to promise not to tell anyone so Maxwell doesn't find out (he has ew poor people disease)

I suppose this version is a lot less spectacular than the actual season 1 episode 18 but that episode is peak how am I gonna compete with housewife scratch I was never gonna top that

[alphaman99]

Guy C Stevenson

(Search> JUST THIRD WAY or the CAPITAL HOMESTEAD ACT)

OWN or be OWNED

“The advantages of this system are many. It would make class struggle which communism tries to incite, irrelevant. A man is willing to sit down on someone else's tools, but he is not willing to sit down on his own. Labor will be interested in capital when individual workers have a capital estate to defend.

Secondly, there would be a greater abundance of the fruits of the earth. Men work harder and more readily when they labor on that which is their OWN. Thirdly, it would make men less susceptible to foreign ideologies and the wild promises of revolutionaries, for no man would exchange his country for a foreign land if his own land afforded him the means of living a tolerable and happy life. Fourth, it is the intelligent answer to Socialists who want to break up capitalism: this solution is in favor of breaking it down.

Instead of concentrating wealth in the hands of a state administered by a few bureaucrats, the humane way is to distribute that wealth to those who created it. Communism advocates giving all productive property to a dictator; Christians advocate sharing it with the workers.

The capitalist solution is to allow one man to own most of the hens and turn to distribute eggs to workers who prepare the nests for him. The Communist solution is putting all the eggs into the hands of the dictator cook, who makes an omelet which is bound to be unsatisfying because not all the people like omelets, and some do not like the way the dictator cook prepares them anyway. The Christian solution is to distribute the hens so that every man can cook his eggs the way he likes them, and even eat them raw if that is his definition of freedom.

By distributing a wide mass of property owners throughout a country with their scattered powers, privileges and responsibilities, one creates the greatest resistance in the world to tyranny either political or economic, for just as a man is free on the inside because he can call his soul his own, so he begins to be free on the outside, because he can call things his OWN. Then property becomes what it was always intended to be -- the economic guarantee of human liberty. Deprive a man of his right to fashion things according to his own will, and you deprive him of the social basis of his freedom.

The Church is asking only that men begin to think of property as they might of love, in the sense that to possess means also to be possessed. One is not possible without the other”

~ Fulton J. Sheen; COMMUNISM and the CONSICENCE of the WEST, 1948. The Bobbs-Merrill Co., (PAGE 129 -130).

[animnerd]

Darktober day 6: Dream guy

Loki and reader.

Loki is bored one day at the tower. What could possibly go wrong? 

18+dni, bdsm, and smut. You have been warned!!! A/n: I went antique with A@wandam1994 We were looking for furniture. I found a old 1800 phone and the rest is history. Also, thank you Aqua @tumblin-theworldaway for the ending! Also, mistakes are my own.

One fall day Loki was bored in the tower. He read some of the books but he wasn’t in the mood to read anymore. There was no one besides him at the tower. They were all on a mission. So he decided to follow his brother’s advice which was very seldom. He decided to explore NY.  He used his magic and put on his best clothes for Midgard. Which was a simple black pants with a green long sleeve top. 

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He looked himself in the mirror and gave a nod of approval. He walked out of the tower and walked around N.Y. Until he came across a museum dedicated to communication. He was curious so he went in and waited in line to pay. Once it was his turn. He smiled at the cashier. “One ticket please.” The employee looked up to see it was Loki. They got scared. “It’s free Loki sir……. ” “No, I must insist on paying for it.” The employee was nervous but nodded their head. He pointed to the sign that tells the prices. Loki smiled and nodded his head. He digged in his pocket and found the money. He handed it over and walked away. He goes around exploring all the different kinds of telephones. He comes around to an old vintage 1890 phone. 

He looks around and doesn’t see any employees. So he goes closer to the phone. He has a prank up his sleeve. So he goes behind the glass wall with his magic. He goes to pick up the phone. He looks around again and starts dialing random numbers and he hears the phone ringing. 

At first no one picks up on the other end. He gets frustrated and puts the phone back in it’s holster. Only to pick it up again and dial another number. It goes on like this for an hour. Until someone picks up on the other end. 

“Hello?” You answered on the other end. Loki was thrilled someone picked up that he jumped in the air. “Yes yes!” “Who is this? You better not be prank calling me!” Are you there?“ He jumps and answer. "I’m here and no I’m not  prank calling you.” He heard a sigh of relief on the other end. “Phew good what can I do for you?” He smirked as he says in his sexy slick tone of voice. “It’s not you can do for me. It’s what I can do for you!” “Ok?” He could tell you tone of voice you were confused.  “Let me ask you a question do you pleasure yourself my dear?” He could not see you. You were blushing deep red. You didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes. Loki got concern “are you there my sweet?” You cleared your head and clear your throat. “Yes I’m here and no I don’t pleasure myself. This must be a prank call I’m hanging up.” You were about to hang up when you heard his voice. It was smooth just like slik. You stopped when he said. “No this is not a joke. Please stay on the phone and talk with me. I like to help you pleasure yourself.  You were intrigued and a little turned on. 

As you got comfy in your bed with your right arm behind your head.  "Ok mysterious stranger. I’ll stay and listen to what you have to say.” Loki seemed pleased when you said that. “OK my sweet lay on your back fully so that your back Is comfortable.” You do as he said. “Are you laying down?” “Yes” “good now I want you to put one of your hand under your shirt. I want you to rub your boobs for me.” At first you were nervous. You bite your lip contemplating on continuing this. You made a comment to him. “First mysterious helper I give my consent to you. I will do as you say.” You put a hand under your shirt and rub your boobs. You let out soft moans for Loki to hear. He licks his lips. “Now I want you to go faster my dear.” You go faster rubbing your bobbs. To  the point that you could feel precum on her tits. 

You were getting turned on and whispered. “Mysterious helper can I please touch my clit?” He was shocked that you were this close already to cum. He smirked “not yet my sweet keep going on your boobs.” You pouted even though he couldn’t see it. But continued to pleasure squeeze, massage, and kneed your boobs. 

You could tell you were close “daddy can I please tease my clit!? I can’t take much more! I’m almost at my climax!” You shout to him. He smirks but he noticed his pants were a little tight. “How badly do you want to pleasure yourself on your clit?” You screamed at him. “More then anything please!” He laughs.  “Sure my pet but go slowly when you take off your pants ok?” As he hears you go faster on unzipping your pants. He just shook his head. 

Once the clothes were off you moved a finger over your clit. That alone put you over the edge and you cussed, hissed. “Daddy!” You were shouting. You cumed and lay back on the bed while panting. “Wasn’t that fun now pet? Let’s do this again very soon.” “Yes sir…” As you recover from that amazing high. 

“Unfortunately I have to go now but I’ll be back.” He clicks the phone off and he looks down at your number. He writes it down. 

He walks back to the tower with the biggest grin on his face. His brother saw him with his smirk. “Hi brother what’s with the smirk?” Loki walks over to his brother. “No particular reason.” As he shrugs his shoulders. As he continues to walk away. He goes to his room and lays down in his bed. He thinks back to today and you. How you followed his order even though. He was a complete stranger.  He couldn’t believe how quickly you came.  He couldn’t wait to do this again with you. It sounded like you were in the same boat. 

For many days after the team world find Loki going out early and coming back late. To the tower with the biggest grin on his face. Thor had enough. He was happy for his brother’s happiness. But he wanted to know why.  So he stopped his brother one day.  He put his arm out and walked to his brother.  “Dear brother what’s got you so happy these last few days? Don’t give  me the excuse of I don’t know.” Loki sighed “ok ok brother i’ll tell you. You know how you said to try something new? To explore NY? Well I have and I came across this museum dedicated to communication.  Well I saw this 1800s phone and decided to pull a prank. So I picked it up and dialled a random number. This beautiful woman answered. I played a prank on her what the Midgard people call phone sex. But now I think I want to meet her in person. I’m scared brother." 

"What if she hates me! After realizing who I am!?” He puts his hands on his face. While Thor pats his back. “I have never seen you this happy before dear brother. I say go for it and tell her how you feel. If she decides to meet you in real life and she accept you then that’s amazing! If not then she was not the one for you.” Loki lifts his head up to look at his brother. “Thank you Thor that was some sound advice. I’ll go get ready then call her.” Thor slapped his brother’s back forcefully! “You got this!” As Loki hops on one leg to keep his balance. “You clumsy off!” But he gives him a smile and walks off to his room. He walks in and puts on his asgard clothes. He leaves to go to the museum. 

Once he arrives at the museum and goes to the phone. He uses his magic and blocks off around the phone. He takes a breath and with shaky hands he calls you. It rings for a while and he bite his lip worried that you forgot about him. 

Once he heard your melody voice he sighed in relief. “Hi my pet.” “Hi sir! How are you?” “I’m good my pet how are you?” You blush from the nickname. “I’m good sir, I missed you."  Loki smirked "I have been counting down the hours till I called you again."  "I have been counting down the minutes sir.” He smirked. “Someone was eager to hear my voice again.  Were you that eager to hear my voice. That you were waiting by the phone for me, my eager little pet." 

You were rubbing your legs together just from his voice that gets to you. "Daddy!” “I want you my pet to go lay down on something soft for me.” You nodded your head even though he couldn’t see it.  You lay down on your bed and bring the phone to your ear. “Did it sir.” He smirked “good job my little play thing.” Which earned him a moan from you. “Now I want my baby to fully relax. Only listen to my voice. Now I want you to clear your head as you pull down your skirt. I want you to slowly rub a finger over your clit slowly now. Are you doing it baby?” You whisper “yes sir!” “Good can you feel me helping your finger over your clit. How i’m moving your finger ever so slowly to the point. That you feel your body is on fire. Just by my touch alone?” You could feel your body on fire.  

You start to pant “daddy too much! Daddy, I’m about to cum!” “Hold it baby girl!” Which you hold it.  “Now play and rub your tits.” You lift your shirt and rub your tits. You scream “daddy” as your body lifts off the bed. 

“Dad…. ” “Cum baby girl!” You scream and cum. You lay there panting enjoying your high. “Did my pet enjoy it?’ "Very much Daddy! 

"I’m glad you enjoyed me treating you. I know you said you want to meet me in real life. How about tonight in front of the communication museum at lets say 6?” With hope in his voice. “I would love to see you at 6pm tonight Daddy.” “Till then my pet.” As he hung up. He did a little dance as he teleported to the tower to his room. He looked at the clock to see its 3:39pm so he rushed to get ready. Once done he looked himself in the mirror and grinned. He hummed a tune as he walked. 

Thor was shocked and smirked. “Going to see your special lady tonight dear brother?” “Yes you big off I am! If you don’t mind!” He walked off. As he walked to the museum he used his magic. To make a bouquet of roses. He sees the museum and leans against it. Checking the time. A little time passed still no sign of you. Loki was getting worried. Will you show? 

Day 7 of Darktober: A Halloween To Remember 

Wanda, reader, Steve, Bucky Natasha, and Tony. (Paring: Bucky and Natasha, hint of reader and Wanda)

No warning just fluff!

The Avengers noticed that there are two lovebirds in the tower and they want to help bring them together. A/n all mistakes are my own. 

One day while in the tower you walked by Natasha’s room. To hear jaz music playing in her room. You creaked the door open. To see her attempt to learn the steps. Of the dance of the time period. 

She fell on the bed and hit the sheets from her frustration. You quickly left her room. You realized that Bucky grew up in the time period and knows how to dance. You went to the commons room to see everyone but Bucky in there. 

You walked over and Wanda noticed you having a look on your face. “What are you planning baby girl?” You blush from the flirt. You clear your throat. “I noticed that Natasha and Bucky have a crush on each other but they won’t confess.” Everyone nodded their head. “Yep the punk is to nervous to ask her. I asked him before and I got a punch in the arm for my troubles.” Said Steve. “She won’t say anything when I ask her. Her lips are tightly sealed.” Said Wanda “I have a plan guys.” “What is it? Anything to get the two lovebirds together.” They gave Tony a look. “What? I ship them!” “What’s your idea witchling? Well I noticed Natasha is playing jazz music. So Why not have a jazz themed Halloween party!?” You look around you to see smiles. “That’s a great idea y/n!” “Let’s split into groups! Y/n and Wanda will help Natasha while the rest will help Bucky!" 

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"Let’s do this!” Said Steve. "I  got the decorations!“ Said Tony. "I’ll help Tony for now.” They give him a look. “What Tony will need help with the decorations.  I promise to help with Bucky too.” Steve and Tony left to go work on the decorations.  

 That afternoon you, Natasha, and Wanda go out of the tower. You walked into the town to find the perfect costume. You went around the town too many different costume stores. But you could not find the right one for Natasha. You went into the last store and you instantly found the costume! You ran over and grabbed the costume. 

You walked back over and put it up to Natasha’s chest. She looked down at it and was nervous. “Are you sure?” She looks over at you and Wanda. Wanda smiles “it looks adorable you should try it on!” She looked at you both curious and was on to you both. She shrugged and took the costume and went to the dressing rooms. While you looked up on your phone to find the outfits of the time period. 

Natasha came out with a very faint blush on her checks. “I feel out of time and uncomfortable.” As she blushed. You and Wanda looked at the clothes and the picture. They nodded “you look sexy!  Bucky won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.” She smirked at you both.  “Are you sure this is the theme for the party? I don’t know how to dance to this music!” Said Natasha worried etched in her tone. You and Wanda looked at each other and grinned. You looked over at Natasha. “Don’t worry about it!" 

She was curious but went along with it. She knew something was up. You all left the store to go back to the tower. Meanwhile Steve and Bucky go to the museum. To "borrow” his old army uniform.  At first the employees were very confused. But they knew cap so they trusted him. One of the employees asked the manger. He talked to Tony who “already approved” this visit. As he walked back the outfit. With  the confused employee to see Bucky and Steve. He walked over to the boys.  “Sergeant Barnes,and captain.” As he salutes them both. which they returned confused but happy. “Thank you both for your service! It’s an honor to have you both here!"  as he shakes both their hands.  Bucky was shocked. That was the first time someone besides Steve made him feel like a real person not like winter. 

Bucky has the biggest grin on his face. "Your welcome sir! It was our honor!” As Bucky saluted him back. Bucky felt like he was back in the 40s again. Before this whole crap started.  He felt like a new man.  He felt like he could talk to girls again! There was one girl he wanted to talk to.  Steve felt like he got his best friend back.  He put his hand on bucky’s shoulder.  “Glad to have you back punk!” Bucky laughed “same here punk." 

They waved goodbye to the employees and walked back to the tower.  Once they got back to the common room Steve had to cover Bucky’s eyes.  "Don’t look Buck! Follow me!” “Ok you are being weird but I’ll trust you.  As Steve leads them out of the room. Once they were far away he let go and they walked to his room.  "What’s with that back there Steve? ” “I can’t lie to you bucky." 

He sighs "me and Tony are planning a Halloween party tonight. With our old theme before the war, jazz themed.” “OK but why me?” “Because you and Natasha have feelings for each other and haven’t confessed. So we thought this would be a golden opportunity for you. To show off your dance moves! Remember you used to "cut the rug."  Bucky laughs "I haven’t heard that since the 40s! I’m upset that  you all left me in the dark too. But I’m glad you did this for me. Now I need a refresher real quick.” “Way ahead of you Buck. ’‘As Steve shows him his phone.  

Meanwhile the girls are in your room getting ready.  You have a traditional dress from the 40s. while Wanda has on a long skirt and top. Natasha has her short skirt on with a top. But she is looking herself in the mirror nervous.  Wanda came over and hugged her. "You look stunning! The boys won’t keep their eyes off of you. Also, you should totally go undercover as this!"  

Which Natasha blushed.  Wanda gigles.  "Now let’s get your hair and makeup done!” As she ushers a nervous Natasha toward your bathroom.  You sat her down on your stool and worked your magic. You worked on her hair while Wanda worked on her makeup. You pulled up on your record player jazz music. While you all talked and laughed. Once you and Wanda was done you twirled the stool around. So that Natasha was  facing  the mirror. 

“Done! What do you think?” She looked in the mirror. She was shocked to see herself reflecting back. She looked like she stepped out of a time machine. She looked exactly like a 1940s girl! She had her red hair in curls while her makeup was spot on with red Lipstick.  She had tears in her eyes. You ran and dapped her eyes “no smudges now!” “It’s amazing you guys!” Said Natasha. “Ready?” Asked Wanda. She nodded her head. You three locked arms. While walking down to the common room and looked around.

 You and Wanda walked off while leaving Natasha there. She pouted but looked around not sure where to go. She was about to go to the bar until she noticed a hand extended to her. “Hi!” She looked up to see Bucky smiling at her. And was that a blush she saw on the famous asasine? She smirked and took his hand. Which he lead her to the dance floor. She bit her lip and looked down not wanting to meet hid gaze. “I don’t know how to dance to this kind of music. I know that’s a shocker to hear the great black widow doesn’t know how to dance…. I know some dances but not the…..” Bucky kisses her to shut her up. He leans back and kisses her forehead. “Your in good hands. You are cute when you ramble.” She was blushing so much. Which was very rare for her. He leaned his head on her forehead and held her hands close. While he slowly guided her along the dance floor. 

She stumbled a couple of times. But she stuck with it and enjoyed the dance. She even got the hang of it! That she was matching Bucky’s moves. She looked up at him blushing. He looked down at her with the biggest grin on his face. “There is something I been needing to tell you…” As he rubs the back of his head. “What’s that?” She ask with hope in her voice. “I have the biggest crush on you Natasha! And I was wondering if you would be my "special gal?” He looked down at her with hope in his eyes. She laughed and kissed him. “If you mean special gal as in girlfriend then yes you big goff. ” He was shocked, and ecstatic that he kissed her again. The rest of the room vanished like it was only them in the room and they didn’t care. 

@lokisjoyfulgoddess

[bigolbadblog]

imagine: feedee but dominant.......

you don't have to tell ME twice!

[zombiecleodoodles]

Can you draw c!cleo in cc!cleo’s gaming setup as they described it in mumbo’s episode?

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, laptop on their lap, mouse on top of cans of soda (I assume in the box?), microphone hanging from the staircase behind them.

honestly i can respect the set up

[viggos-mortensen]

hi sakshi!! space buddies & the godfather for the movie asks!!

WHY AM I ONLY SEEING THIS NOW

The godfather: longest movie you've ever watched?

i don't really know??? tbh a lot of bollywood movies are way too long so it could be one of them. although i am planning on watching 1900/novecento for king bobby which is like 5 hours long so............

Space buddies: do you consider yourself a film nerd?

with my shit taste in movies??? definitely not lmao

movie asks

[devotedlykoneshots]

QIAN KUN : ATTENTION

genre: 🔞, minors dni, kun is sexy, husband kun, needy reader, Dom!kun, Sub!reader.

word count: 1466

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"do you want coffee? Tea? Or me?"you asked your husband kun, shamelessly checking him out as he got ready for work.

"Coffee"he said not really paying attention to your state, so you hum and take a seat beside him at the counter.

"Wrong answer"your hand immediately go to the sipper of his slacks and his hand immediately stops you, gripping your fingers as he tried finishing his meal.

"Love, I'm busy"he said sweetly but that only turned you on, he was so sweet to you outside of the bedroom but he was a savage behind the privacy of your home.

"I don't care, give me attention"you steal a kiss from his lips and he uses the other hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"After I finish-"he promises but you shake your head and lean forward to kiss his lips again.

"I want it now"you insist and he groans, pushing you back and pushing his pants and boxers to the floor before pulling you down to his lap to bring you face to face with his cock.

You lick a long stripe from the base to the tip and lick the head of his cock, his hands pull your seat closer so you won't have to struggle and he let's out a sigh.

"hurry" he demands and grabs the base of his cock to slap the tip against your lips , hearing your gasp and letting him push his cock into your mouth.

You hum as you bobb your head up and down his shaft as he continues to eat his breakfast, occasionally he looks down at you and grips your hair as a warning for you to hurry up and you do as you're told.

You gag as his cock hits the back of your throat and he holds you there for a moment, groaning at the feeling of you spluttering on his cock before he pulls your hair back to let you breathe for a moment before he does it again and thrusts up into your mouth to match your pace.

"Fucking slut, so hungry for my cock like it wasn't enough last night"his fingers wipe your chin clean of your saliva from the assault he just did on your throat before he puts them in his mouth to suck clean and you gasp, pulling his fingers out of his mouth and he smiles.

"Kun"you gasp as he finishes stroking his cock and cums on your face and lip, a hand gripping the counter.

"Go, clean yourself up and don't touch yourself. That's your punishment for your lack of self control, now go get ready we're going grocery shopping in an hour"he turns you around and slaps your ass, you let out a squeak and run up the stairs to get dressed.

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"Can we grab a bottle of wine on our way?"you asked , clinging onto your husbands arm and he hums as he looks down at you.

"Wine for the most beautiful lady coming up!"he said and you blush , tucked into his side as he grabbed ingredients for dinner tonight and a few other things for later.

He could tell that your patience was running thin as he felt your hand press against his shirt to feel his abs and your hips pressing into his side.

"Behave"he whispers in your ear and you bite your bottom lip, it's not your fault he decided to wear jeans and his black tank top. He looked so good, you couldn't help but touch him and it wasn't helping the pool of arousal forming in your panties.

"You did this on purpose"you accuse him and he snorts, trailing his hand down to your waist.

"Unlike you I have self control"he squeezes your waist and you look up at him, resisting the urge to kiss his neck.

"How much longer?"you asked him and he shrugs, he was enjoying this.

"How ever long it takes"he tells you and you raise whine softly, 10 minutes turn 20 minutes and that turned to thirty minutes but at last you were done shopping and headed good.

"You did so good for me today"his lips kiss your neck as you sat at your table and he removed your dress straps, dinner was delicious as always but Kun was ready to get to the final course.

You sigh as you tilt your neck to give him room, his teeth nip at your skin and you bite your bottom lip as your back arches.

"Kun"he's gone as soon as he appeared.

"On the table"he demands and your jaw drops.

"T-the table?"you're taken aback, you used to have wild sex everywhere in your home but due to his demanding job your sex life became kinda rare.

"Did I stutter?"he asked and you shook your head, getting on the table and turning to look at him as he steps between your legs.

"I'm gonna take these panties off and taste your pussy now"he tells you and your jaw drops at his words, watching his hands push the hem of your dress up and pull your panties down your legs.

"Lay back"he gently guides you to lay on your back and throws your legs over his shoulder, eyes focused on you as he uses the tip of his tongue to prode at your entrance.

"K-kun"you whimper and he grabs your hands placing them on his head before taking your clit into his mouth, earning him a loud moan and your hips bucking against his face.

"Always so sweet for me"he hums and drags his tongue through your folds, a finger prodding at your entrance before entering as he slurps up your arousal and adds another finger.

"God, Yes!"you pull his hair closer , his lips and tongue moving feverishly as he drinks up everything you had to offer.

"Gonna cum"you cry out and he pulls back, thrusting his fingers into your cunt faster as he pulls you up and kisses your lips.

"Fuck! Kun-"your lips mold together in perfect harmony as his fingers pull out of you and he begins working on his pants to free his enlarged cock.

"Need to be inside you baby"you mewl as his tip slaps against your clit, looking down and in between your bodies as you watched him stretch out your pussy to fit his cock.

"You're so fucking huge"you throw your head back and roll your hips against his, he pulls back to thrust into you again and gradually picking up speed.

He doesn't care about the marks the table will leave on the floor not when he was so deep inside you and hearing your heaven sent moans of satisfaction, his grip on your hips tightening as his pace increased.

He kisses your lips deeply as you rock your hips as best as you could, fucking yourself on his cock at the same speed as he fucks his thick staff into you.

"Missed fucking this tight pussy, huh? Fuck- won't last if you keep sucking me in like that baby"he groans and picks you up, kicking your chair out of the way and pressing you up against the nearest wall.

He holds you up pretty easily as he pounds his cock into you harder and your fingers scratched his back to keep yourself grounded to reality.

"I'm gonna cum"he gives you a sharp thrust at the mention of your impending climax.

"Wait for me, doll"he kisses your lips and you whimper softly, gripping his ass and throwing your head back.

"Can't hole it, baby"you cry out to him and he grunts , setting you on the ground and not giving you the time to protest before he's turning you around.

He spreads your cheeks and spits on your asshole, thrusting his cock back into your cunt and gripping your hips as he resumes his harsh thrusting again.

"Fuck!"he yanks your head back onto his shoulder and kisses your lips again, one hand on your hip and the other rubbing quick circles on your clit.

"Cum for me, you can cum now"you rise onto your tiptoes as you cum, body trembling and pulling off his cock as you crash into the wall with heavy pants.

Kun pushes his cock back into your hole and continues to fuck his cock into your spent pussy, chasing his orgasm as you grip his hands that grabs your hips and forces you back on his cock.

"Oh my god"you cry out and it only takes him a few more thrusts to cum inside of you, letting you drop onto the floor as his cum drips out of you.

[justiisms]

*kaito's pouting as he's crossed his arms on the table and is resting his head on it*

"One of my friends is grumpy at me because he was whining that he was tired of walking so I told him to just use his ahoge to fly around. Then he whapped me with it. Mmgh..."

"Kaito... I'm sorry, b-but what did you expect? I'm not sure most people with an, ah... 'ahoge' would take very kindly to that..." Pats his dumb son's head... ("Also, what in the world does he mean he was whapped with it....")

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

19 - Strength to Dream

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr/lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: n/a :)

Year: 1994

“Alright, love bug, let’s go bother daddy at work.” Eddie mumbled to himself, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he tied Bobby’s shoelaces. “Ready?” She nodded. “Double check the outfit.” He picked her up and held her in front of the mirror. “Yes? We like everything? Don’t wanna change the skirt again?”

“No, papa.”

“Awesome, let’s go.”

He carried his daughter out to the car, buckled her into the car seat, and headed off to Family Video. While Steve worked full-time as a social worker, he had to start picking up weekends and some nights again at Family Video to help pay for therapy.

During the car ride, Eddie played the mixtape he made for Steve last year. As it cycled between Steve’s pop songs and Eddie’s rock or metal anthems, Bobby was staring out of the window instead of dancing along like she usually did. Eddie raised a brow, lowered the volume, and got Bobby’s attention.

“Hey, bug, everything okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“You sure? You don’t seem like yourself.”

“I’m sure, papa.”

“You’re not nervous about anything?” She picked at the lint on her sweatshirt. “Bug?”

“School.”

“School? What about school?”

“I’m scared.”

“What about it, honey?” She shrugged. “Starting something new can be scary, but it’s something you need to do, sweetie. Okay? Trust me, I never liked school, but I still finished it. If I could do it, I know you can too.”

She nodded and went back to staring out the window. Eddie let out a sigh and started focusing on the road again. He pulled into the Family Video lot and as soon as he undid Bobby’s seat bucket, she jumped out of the car to run inside. Eddie urgently locked the car and chased after her.

The front entrance bell rang as she stormed in, scanning the store for her dad or her auntie Robin. Once she spotted Robin behind the counter she ran behind it and tugged on her vest. Robin’s eyes bugged out of her head, not even noticing the ninja of a child had snuck behind the counter.

“Hey, Bobbs. Where’s your dad?”

“I dunno,” she shrugged.

“Bobby!” Eddie panicked as he ran in after her.

“She’s right here, Eds.” Robin picked her up and placed her on the edge of the counter.

“Christ,” he sighed. “You have to stop doing that, Bee. You’re gonna give your old man a heart attack.”

“Hey!” Steve beamed, carrying a box of new releases.

“Daddy!” Bobby cheered, opening her arms for a hug.

“Hi,” he chuckled. He set down the box and wrapped his daughter up in a tight embrace. “What brings you guys here?”

“We have our doctor appointment soon,” Eddie said. “So, in the meantime, I thought we’d come bother you before we headed out. And so I could pawn her off on Robin.”

“Thanks,” she smirked.

“My pleasure,” Eddie teased. “How’s everything going?”

Steve finished out the last thirty minutes of his shift before him and Eddie headed over to Dr. McCormick’s office—they got settled and waited to be called in.

“So, boys, how’re we doing this week?” Dr. McCormick asked.

“Good, really good,” Eddie beamed.

“Still having your weekly date nights?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear it! Are you two ready for Bobby to start school?”

“No,” Steve whined. “I just want her to stay my little baby forever.”

“But, as a couple, are you two ready? It’s a big step for a family, especially if it’s your only child.”

“We’ll survive,” Eddie smirked at Steve.

The session continued with more or less the same conversations over and over. Dr. McCormick would ask about their communication, sex life, and Bobby, then the boys would answer truthfully (of course, sparing her the details).

“Alright, boys, our session is coming to an end.”

“Oh, okay. See you in two weeks?” Steve asked.

“About that… I think you boys are doing well enough that we can reduce these appointments to monthly… maybe bimonthly… maybe even biannually.”

“What?” Steve stuttered.

“You’re both doing really well, and I don’t think you have as much use for me. I would still like to follow up to make sure all is going well, but just not as frequently. Do you follow?”

“I think it’s a great step,” Eddie smiled at Steve. “You okay with that?”

“Wait…” He turned to face Eddie. “You’re not mad anymore? Like, at all? No more resentment?”

“Not at all. I honestly think we’re doing better than ever.”

“Oh, thank god.” He nearly broke down in tears. “I will happily see you less, Dr. McCormick, no offense.”

“Trust me, none taken.”

They headed home to find Robin in the middle of preparing dinner for Bobby. As per usual, the entire kitchen was in disarray as the girl tried to navigate her way through cooking a meal. Steve and Eddie raised a brow at her as they glanced over at their oblivious daughter scribbling in one of her coloring books.

“How’s it going, Rob?” Steve asked.

“Shut up. Oh, Eddie, Gareth called like ten minutes ago. He said it was urgent.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

He wandered upstairs to their bedroom to take the phone call in private. He shut the door and dialed up Garth’s number. He twisted the phone cord around his finger, anticipating his bandmates answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Eddie. You called?”

“Ed! Oh my god, dude, guess what!”

“What?”

“We got a record deal with Capitol!”

“You’re shitting me…”

“No! And once we record our album, they want us to go on a small, twelve-week tour. Isn’t that exciting!”

“Yeah, holy– wait… when would all this be happening?”

“So they want us to start recording asap, then the tour would happen maybe a month or two after. It’s smaller venues, obviously, but they’re anticipating a good turnout based on our crowds at the Dome when we open.”

“So… we’d be heading out and starting the tour in October?”

“Yeah, November at the latest.”

“I… I can’t…” Eddie teared up.

“Wh-What? Why? Ed, we’ve been dreaming of this day since we were in high school.”

“No, I know, but… I-I can’t… Bee starts school next month. I can’t just leave Steve to deal with that big of a change two months in.”

“But you just said, it’s two months in.”

“Gareth, I can’t leave him to juggle working two jobs, raising our child, and having him help her with schoolwork. It’s not fair! That’s not what a spouse or father does.”

“Eddie, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. This could be the start of something huge. Steve will understand.”

“Let me talk to him and try to see what I can do, but don’t get your hopes up.”

“We’re counting on you, Ed.”

“And I said I’ll try my best. Bye.”

He slammed down the phone on the receiver and let his head fall in his hands. He took a few deep breaths before running his hands through his hair. He hesitantly headed back downstairs to greet his husband and their friend.

“Stevie, can I talk to you for a sec?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, everything okay?”

“Just… come on, please.”

He motioned for them to head to the backyard, Eddie grabbing his pack of smokes and a lighter on the way out. They sat on the back stoop, Eddie lighting up a cigarette and taking a few puffs before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked.

“Corroded Coffin got a record deal with Capitol Records.”

“Ed… that’s awesome! Why do you seem upset?”

“Because we also got an offer to go on tour after the album is released.” He took another long drag.

“I’m still not seeing what’s so bad about this.”

“We would record and release this month, then go on tour two months later…”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, oh…” Eddie exhaled some extra smoke he held in. “I told Gareth no.”

“What, why?”

“You know why, Steve.”

“But-But this is huge for you guys, Ed. You’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this for years.”

“No, I know, but you and Bee come first. You know that.”

“But Ed–”

“Family over career, Steve. I made that very clear to them from the start.”

“But this is an album and a tour.”

“But it’s Bee’s first year in school. I-I can’t just leave you guys behind during that.”

“How long would the tour be?”

“Twelve weeks.”

“You’d be gone for three months?” Eddie nodded and started crying. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Steve wrapped his arm around Eddie and gently rubbed his bicep. “It’s okay, we’ll find a way to make it work.”

“But I’m not going, Steve. I can’t be away from you guys for three months,” he cried.

“But it’s only three months for an opportunity that could change our lives.”

“No, I’m not doing it. I’m not missing Bee’s birthday, or the stupid PTA meetings, or Christmas, or–” Steve cut him off with a kiss.

“Sorry, I needed to shut you up.”

“Jerk,” Eddie pouted.

“It’ll all be fine, Eds. Just work out a deal for you to come home for stuff like that. They have to understand that you have a young family. They can’t just give you an offer like this and expect you to drop everything.”

“They can and they will.”

“Stop being so pessimistic.”

“You’ve met me, right?” Eddie raised a brow. He took a final drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out on the stoop.

“Yes, I’ve met you, and I love you. And because I love you, I want you to do this. Alright, Eds? I’ll have Wayne and my mom help out a little more than usual. We’ll be fine, okay? I know, you’ll be missing out on some stuff, but it’s for the sake of your career.”

“Yeah, but–”

“Bobby knows you love her and she’ll understand why you’re doing all this. She loves seeing you on stage. Think about how much she’ll get to gloat about her dad the rockstar?” Steve chuckled. “Go, Eds… do it…”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“I love you…”

“I know.” He leaned in to quickly kiss his husband. “I love you too.”