#but fuck man i’m so glad he got out on his own terms

[l8tof1]

if it’s true that lewis asked for a 3-year deal + the ambassadorship and merc only offered the 1 year (+1), this comment from toto actually makes me feel a little sick:

how dare you make it sound like lewis just abandoned his poor motivated team, like he turned his back on them, when in reality they AND YOU abandoned him first, and still he believed and was ready to commit again

[spicyicymeloncat]

Nightcord Kaito is actually my favourite virtual singer from project sekai. He’s so angry I love him. (I changed his hair to kinda resemble the character from the original Samsa mv)

[rapunzelbro]

I've been reading your fabulous Lucifer and tall reader. I found a tiktok for a Lucifer scenario. I thought it was perfect just hiding little duckies all over the castle and hotel for Lucifer to find and to also piss Alastor off. 🙂

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8vdXanP/

The Great Duck Hunt of The Century! Ft. Lucifer & Alastor!

This title is so so so fucking specific. Remember my hiatus? Yeah I don’t remember either. I feel like I like writing for Lucifer and Angel more ngl and silly prompts like these give me inspiration. Idk why anywho enjoy~ Angel , Reader, Lucifer, Alastor Husk

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Throughout your relationship with Lucifer you always found new ways to spice it up in the bed room

If you thought sex well, that too

But you meant something else, and that was The Great Duck Hunt of The Century!

What is it you may ask?

Well let’s just say Lucifer made a bunch of mini ducks out of pure boredom one day with you. So you snagged them all when you two were done with them

And spent the next 7 hours placing 500 in the castle and 500 in the Hazbin Hotel

Why? Because why the fuck not

Lucifer was excited and was happily looking around but when you got a text from Angel you knew you were fucked, screwed, in trouble

“Girl what tf did you do”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Why is Smiles yelling about finding ducks all over the hotel”

“Husk is literally finding them in the liquor bottles and choked on one of them and not the good kinda choke if you know what I mean” “🍆💦”

“I made a scavenger hunt for Lucifer that’s all 🫢”

“You didn’t hide any in my room did you”

“Hell no you’re my friend”

“Aw thank you sweetie💗 might wanna avoid the hotel for a while he is pissed I’ll keep rehiding them though. Ttyl babe~”

“Thanks for the warning”

Yeah uh let’s just say, after Lucifer did find a majority of them. Him being short Didn’t give him an advantage and you mentioned to him there’s a ton left so out comes Lucifer in bird mode

Dude is flying throughout his castle knocking so much shit over in the process to find these ducks and he is so fucking happy? Dude is so glad you did this.

It went on for hours

When you finish counting what he found you announce he found 500/1000

“HOLY SHIT THERES MORE??”

He didn’t know how you had so much dedication but he did and was ready to go to the hotel to find the rest

You texting Angel

“How many did he find?”

“I wanna say 100? This radio demons is ripping this hotel apart for them, Charlie thinks her dad did it but I let her in on it and told Vag. They think it’s funny as fuck. Well Charlie not as much but Vag is dying over here”

“omg did I tell you there’s bets being placed on this shit on if he burns the building down or not? Get your ass over here “

Lucifer makes a portal for you two because stepping into the hotel

Holy

Shit

It was a mess?? There were spots you didn’t even put any that were destroyed

“What the actual fuck?”

Everyone is just at the bar watching shit go down as Alastor is ripping the hotel apart for the ducks.

Lucifer is no where to be seen. This man’s instantly looking for the ducks and fixing up the building as he goes for his daughters sake

Alastor noticing you just appeared and him going up to you with his demon form practically almost fully out from his pissed this man is

“I’m hoping it wasn’t you who did this, or I’m afraid ł’ⱠⱠ ₱ɆⱤ₴Ø₦₳ⱠⱠɎ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮Ø Ɽł₱ ɎØɄ Ⱡł₥฿ ฿Ɏ Ⱡł₥฿ Ʉ₦₮łⱠ ɎØɄ ⱤɆ₥ØVɆ ɆVɆⱤɎ ₴ł₦₲ⱠɆ Ø₦Ɇ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ ĐɄ₵₭₴”

His voice getting so fucking loud and static holy shit it was scary but you just back away as quickly as possible before Lucifer comes out with a fuck ton of the mini ducks before running infront of you.

Lucifer and Alastor stare at each other before Lucifer almost fucking launches at his ass for yelling at you

You instantly having to hold him back

“Listen you find these fuckers easily right? Help me find them and I won’t have to kill your little girlfriend”

“Haha fuck you. I’d love to see you try. I’m looking on my own terms “

Yeah he highkey didn’t want to take that chance regardless but he wasn’t lying when he said he was looking on his terms. Him bringing the ducks back to you as he found them

You counting them but Angel distracting you so much you had to double count everything like four times.

When he found them all the hotel surprisingly didn’t burn down, which caused almost everyone to give Husk money

“Hah.. old cats still got it”

Yeah Husk knew it wouldn’t be that dramatic considering if it had any involvement with you, or Lucifer, Lucifer could’ve easily fixed the building before it got to the point of that

He is fucking good

Alastor making the ducks dissolve in thin air once you counted them all and confirmed they were all found and Lucifer mourning the loss of his ducks while you and Charlie awkwardly comfort him.

Alastor instantly going back to his room with the worlds most irritating smile

“Please when you have this.. duck hunting again..you have it NOT HERE”

“Well that went better than I thought..”

And that was the end of the Great Duck Hunt of the century

It was the most fun Lucifer ever had.

And to see Alastor in that state was the icing on the cake.

He loved you so much and was 100% going to make himself a trophy since he found them all

It’s just the little things you do or even in this case the big things that make him appreciate you even more

Especially if it involves pissing off Alastor my god you got hella bonus points for that shit

Lucifer Taglist: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @katshyperfixations @aphestina @satansmanager @irethepotato @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness

[0hwonderboy]

I had the absolute honor and pleasure of meeting Tim Downie, Samantha Béart, and Amelia Tyler this weekend at 2D con!! Got pics and signatures (Amelia art cropped down bc I found out afterwards that the artist has me blocked, lol)

ok now for some stupid funny stories regarding meeting Tim

so when me and oomf went up to him on the first day, he saw me and went “oh GOD. you-“ and i just freaked out. he RECOGNIZED ME. i immediately was like “hey oh my god Tim I am so SO sorry for the. everything that I am oh my god this is so augh I’m so sorry-“ and he said, “don’t worry, I’ve come to terms with it now” 😭😭

BUT he did also say that he was so excited to meet me and that since he knew I’d be coming he was LOOKING FOR ME IN THE CROWDS and he was so glad I was there and he said I was a pleasure to meet and he was so happy to finally meet after 6 months (which when I told him he went “there’s no way it’s been that long!”) and oughshdh i was freaking OUT

also- as pictured above, I gave him a print of a drawing my best friend (tepidti everywhere) did of the absolutely abhorrent creature i edited a while back. which, for context, was because i misheard my friend (jojo/bonjeacon, also known as peak_deak) when he was streaming and long story short, “pikmin” turned into “peakmin” which turned into me making “Peaktim” which turned into my friends buying a cameo of Tim reacting to it. when I gave him that drawing he said he’d use it as a bookmark which was so fucking hilarious

ALSO. back in April, my friend (tutterwutter on twt) made me this t-shirt, which I ended up showing Tim on twitter. I knew I was gonna bring it with me to the con bc I’m crazy and thought it’d be funny- didn’t think much of it though…

APPARENTLY

this fucking man. told me. HIS OWN, ACTUAL, REAL LIFE WIFE, THAT HE IS MARRIED TO IRL AND THEY LITERALLY HAVE CHILDREN TOGETHER- SHOWS HIM THIS PHOTO “all the time” AND THEY BOTH LOVE IT SO MUCH.

WHAT. THE FUCK.

absolutely fucking crazy. CRAZY!!!!!

also also- i ended up getting a second picture with him cus the first time I just threw the “this is my wife” shirt OVER my shirt and i didnt love how it turned out due to that (neither did my mom, she was very upset) so i told him “my mother doesn’t approve of my wife!” which he was veryy offended by

but also this man was so sweet and when I told him he has to come to my state next time and not me flying across the country for him he said “oh yes I’LL put in the work for YOU! what’s a lil distance between friends?!” i just died… when saying goodbye i told him “i’ll see you on twitter and other social medias with my terrible edits” and he choked 😭😭

what an interesting man, had an absolute blast finally meeting him.

[sunshineandspencer]

Much needed apology (Iridescent, Part 8)

Let me stress, this is not Maeve from the show, but my own Maeve just named the same to send Spencer into hell whenever he thinks about it.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!OC.

Summary: Thanks to the love and genius of one Penelope Garcia, Spencer knows exactly what to do to get Maeve to accept his apology and start forgiving him.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: swearing, spencer gets over himself finally

Parts: Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6, Pt7, Pt9

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He knew he needed to go all out. With how badly he fucked up, just turning up and grovelling wouldn’t be enough. So he took Penelope’s advice.

Rushing down - and having to walk since Ava took the car - to the nearest store that he knew sold some decent wine. Glad that they only lived about fifteen minutes from work so that it wouldn’t take too long to get back to her apartment. The less time it took to apologise, the less time she had to stew and get angrier.

Finding the best bottle of rosé that money, and taste, could buy. Dragging an attendant along with him to make sure that he’s definitely getting the right thing. All the way to the card section, which was absolutely shit, so they swiftly abandoned that and went for the chocolates instead. Of course, she’s not a fan of American chocolate since she visited the UK, and so he gets her a bar of dark mint chocolate. The poor attendant quizzed on everything for their input, barely able to keep up with the genius whirlwind.

As they finally got to the tills, and the attendant rang up his items, she gave him a look. To be fair, he was desperately begging her to tell him where the nearest florist was.

“.. just how badly did you piss off your girlfriend?”

He hesitated, only a moment, but that gave him the time to realise how bitter his mouth had suddenly become at the prospect of having to say “not my girlfriend”. So he didn’t, giving a sheepish smile as he picked up the wine and the chocolate.

“She might not let me into her apartment.”

“Good luck man.” Laughing at him goodnaturedly as she gave him the receipt. “Florist is down the street, make sure you remind her that you were stupid, she’s perfect and you love her.”

Even as he walked out onto the street, it stuck to him in a way that he wasn’t sure he knew how to shake off.

‘You love her, you love her, you love her.’

But he doesn’t, he can’t. He’d only just come to terms with liking her for fuck’s sake. Surely he can’t love her yet - he definitely would’ve realised by now. He can’t.. he can’t be that oblivious to his own feelings that he fell in love without even fucking realising, right?

Absently, he wandered to the florists and bought a bouquet of lilacs, even letting the sweet old man behind the counter wrap them in brown paper, adding a ribbon around the chocolates and the wine.

When asked if he wanted to put a card with the flowers, Spencer nodded, and the man waited patiently for the message to write.

“Write.. I’m an idiot, you’re perfect and..” I love you “.. I’m sorry.”

The man gave him a look, probably for the less-than-romantic message. Nestling the card safely between the flowers and handing the items back over. Clearly, however, the man didn’t need to be profiler to realise Spencer was going off to apologise to someone.

Patting his hand softly as Spencer tried to manhandle it all into his arms, terrified of dropping the wine.

“Good luck.”

Thanking him, he hurried back out onto the streets and started walking. Once again realising just how shit of an idea it is to piss off the owner of the car they drive into work, having to walk home as quickly as possible. Dammit, it’s their car.

It had been nearly an hour now, and that was too long for her to think that she actually thinks that way about her. He needs to make this right.

Passing the little blue mini, which he has come to adore just as much as Ava, and going straight past it into the building. Using his own fob - which he had specially made after she purposely left him out in the rain - and irritably waited for the lift to get up to her floor.

Resisting the urge to use the spare key he had, knowing that barging in uninvited wasn’t the best idea, and knocking on the door.

Waiting, heart heavy and suffocating in his throat, as her footsteps got closer. The door swung open and.. she’s already glaring. How the hell did she know it was going to be him?

Thankfully, however, he watched her eyes drift down to the offerings he had for her, softening incrementally until they nearly looked like how they had before. Carefully handing over the bouquet so that he didn’t drop the wine or chocolates. Her eyes flicked to his, accusatory.

“These are my favourites.”

“I’m so sorry.”

She blinked, clearly she didn’t expect him to apologise so quickly. Especially not without teasing her first - she knows she had flour on her face.

“Spence, I-”

“No, please, let me apologise.” If his hands were free, he would’ve already been holding hers, damn chocolate and wine keeping his hands busy. “I was way out of line. I am worried about you taking on more work that you should, especially from people only taking advantage of how sweet you are. But it all came out so wrong. I didn’t mean to shout, or do it in front of so many people, I was going to say something on the way home tonight. I was overwhelmed and lashed out, but that isn’t an excuse and I shouldn’t have done it at all. I won’t do it again, ever.. unless you deserve it.”

The way she had been looking at him, clutching the flowers to her chest and just gazing at him through the apology, morphed into her usual smile at his teasing lilt returning at the end. Just what they both needed.

It did make him feel a hell of a lot better, seeing her smiling at him again, but she still hadn’t said anything.

Until she stepped aside and held the door open for him.

“Come on, I made too much pasta for myself.”

Stepping in, he can’t pinpoint why this feels different to when he comes in the morning, besides the obvious of course. Maybe because he’s going to spend (hopefully) more than ten minutes with her. 

“You’re making pasta?”

“Yep.”

“Even when half the flour ends up on your face instead?”

Ava pouted softly and swiped his arm as he stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him. But it was nice to have that little thing between them back. Considering he’d been pulling away from her, and then lashed out, she was sure they were going to have to go back to hating each other.

Not that she’d be able to do that now, or ever.

“Rossi gave me the recipe when I joined, this is the first chance I’ve had to make it.”

It’s incredible, really, how he’s able to hold such a casual conversation with her while his subconscious is screaming that he loves her for everything.

He follows her into the kitchen, he loves her. He sets down the wine and chocolates on the counter, he loves her. She shows him the recipe that she’s following, complaining all about Rossi’s vague measurements, and God, but he loves her.

His loving mantra being stopped short in its tracks when he spots the little pink elephant on her couch, seemingly waiting for her to come back.

“You kept the elephant?”

Once again, he gets a sharp look, as she finishes up the sauce, and he wonders what the hell he managed to do now. Giving her a soft, sheepish smile to hope that it would placate her a little - it worked.

“His name is Clementine, and he doesn’t like you right now.”

Scoffing, Spencer went through her cabinets to look for the wine glasses and plates. Giving his own little look, which she challenged immediately. What kind of idiot was he, thinking he could give her up?

“I gave him to you, he can’t hate me, I’m his father.”

“Well, you upset his mother, and I’m the favourite.”

When she caught his gaze again, he was pouring the wine, and she stuck her tongue out at him. Which he returned and made them both laugh, a sound that blended so well together and eased some more of the lingering irritation in her chest.

Oh who’s she kidding, she couldn’t ever be mad at him for too long. Him and his stupid face.

Whereas he was stuck on her words, he’d upset her. He hated that.

They’d decided to eat on the couch, their ‘child’ between them, which they kept trying to subtly drag closer to themselves and away from the other person. Each of them wanting to prove that they were the favourite. Ava switched on the tv, putting on Married At First Sight Australia, claiming it was the superior version, and he willingly indulged her this time. During an ad break, he gently nudged her shoulder with his.

“We’re alright, aren’t we?”

“You bought me wine, chocolates and flowers, you’ve been forgiven, Spence.”

“So.. we’re alright?”

She laughed softly, meeting his little grin with one of her own. Nudging his shoulder back, but staying there, leaning into him and resting her head on the shoulder as the reality show kept on playing in the background. 

“Yeah, we’re alright.”

Oh, he had to focus very hard on his breathing to make sure that she didn’t realise anything was different with him. Carefully laying his own head on top of hers.

“Great, good! I’m really sorry Ave, I take back everything I ever said that hurt you.”

“Even about my driving?”

Bastard didn’t even hesitate, spinning the spaghetti around his fork as his eyes flitted to the screen, finding himself getting into her show.

“No. You drive like a lunatic and I won’t let you behind the wheel.”

“.. little shit.”

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[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

ALEX DEWITT (DC COMICS)

1.) The term “fridging” is literally based on Alex and what happened to her. She was killed off violently by a bad guy trying to get at her boyfriend only a couple issues after she was introduced (making it obvious they only brought her in to kill her off for shock value). Her death did very little to the narrative other than hurt her boyfriend Kyle and was done in an exceedingly horrifying and violent way. (Bad guy came to the door with flowers and threatening note, broke in and attacked her, choking her to death, before [off panel] chopping her body up and sticking it in the refrigerator as a “surprise” for her boyfriend. This obviously is really fucked up and she deserves better and should win this actually (a vote for Alex is a vote for all fridging victims [in spirit])

2.) It doesn’t get much worse than being the character whose death originated the “fridging” trope. In Green Lantern Vol. 3 #54, Kyle Rayner comes home to find that Alexandra, his girlfriend, has been killed by the villain Major Force and stuffed into the refrigerator.

Alexandra DeWitt is the character whose misogynistic treatment coined the term where a character, usually female, is killed off purely to make the main character, usually male, feel bad. Even if there are other characters who have been subjected to similar levels of misogyny, Alexandra DeWitt’s treatment has been essentially immortalized.

3.) I know she’s not going to win but shout out to my home girl, literally the trope namer for women shoved in fridges. All anyone ever knows about her is that she was Kyle’s girlfriend and got murdered for his character development, even though she had plenty of potential to be her own character.

AMBER VOLAKIS (HOUSE MD)

1.) Holy shit thank you for reminding me about Amber. Her nickname that almost everyone calls her to her face every day is Cutthroat Bitch. When she & Wilson start dating there are so so so many jokes about her keeping his balls in her purse & having him whipped & etc etc just bc she’s assertive & confident. & then the whole two-part episode where they fridge her (which is. not quite house’s fault directly but he definitely contributed to it) they make it completely about house & wilson & maybe 2% about HER. I’m still mad forever

2.) After being fridged, she does show up in later seasons! As a hallucination. She shows back up to be the devil on House’s shoulder when he is hurtling towards a vicodin-induced breakdown. Literally only shows up to steer him into making bad decisions (including almost killing Chase (allergic to strawberries) by inviting him to a party where the stripper is wearing strawberry scented lotion that sends him into anaphylaxis)

3.) im so glad someone else submitted amber because she fits so well for this poll but i couldnt get my words out right but im going to try again anyway. i think an important aspect of how ambers character is treated and written for the audience has to do with if a man did what she did, hed be opportunistic and ambitious, if not a bit of an ass, but because shes doing it it makes her ‘bitchy’. “cutthroat bitch” “coldhearted bitch” etc is practically her canon alias at this point by how much she is referred to that way rather than her name. she is probably the most humanized out of wilson’s canon relationships and its mostly because theyre paralleling her to house. she deserved so much better she deserved the world and more

[superego-imagines]

OMG it was so nice to read about your blog! I'm on my knees praying to you like a god for some Polka-dot man x reader headcanons. preferably romantic or smut (whatever you feel comfortable writing) I just wanna give him the love he deserves <3

((He's my fucking MAAAAAAAN! I'm so glad other people like him!

Polka-Dot Man Relationship Headcanons SFW + NSFW

SFW Headcanons

So I’m not going to get too into the weeds of how you guys got together because I already covered that in OT3 fic. But suffice is to say that it’s gotta be slow-burn friends to lovers 30k words 40 chapters. So when you finally do start dating you’re already pretty comfortable with each other. In a lot of ways that makes things easy. But knowing when to take it slow and how exactly to transition your relationship from a platonic one to a non-platonic one takes time. You spend the first week or so dancing around each other trying to bait the other into making first moves, like him nudging his hand against yours during a movie, or you leaning in so you can “get rid of an eyelash”. Eventually he breaks and asks to hold your hand and you both hopefully learn that you have to use your words to get what you want!

Living with the virus outside Belle Reeves is difficult. He can’t go more than six hours before the initial symptoms start to show. There's very few safe places for him to expel his dots without major property damage. The safest option, albeit not the most environmentally friendly, is a backyard or a private place in a local park. Anywhere where large amounts of matter can be displaced with little damage to infrastructure. Maybe you can cut a deal with the city's waste management department lol. There's also the physical side effect. As much as he desperately wants to fit in, it can be hard when there's a big glowing hazard sign threatening to burst out of his face. It can make going out in public anxiety-producing, which doesn’t help anything. He was given a more subtle power dampening collar as part of his parole. This helps him sleep through the night but comes with its own unpleasant side effects like headaches and nausea. Not to mention that any sort of medical equipment or restraints are mildly triggering. Like a lot of chronic/long term medical problems, there's no easy fix, you just have to establish care plans, stick to what works and try to be patient when things don't work out.

For related and unrelated reasons, dates can be kind of hard. So many years of only seeing the same four walls until eventually seeing a different same four walls have left him desperate for any and every experience he can. But that can easily swing back the other direction, leaving him overstimulated from all of the noise and bright lights and people all bearing the face that haunts him. He wants to do all the things he could only read about in books or watch on TV when he was younger. He wants to try new foods and go to new places and just have fun for once. But sometimes it’s just too much, especially in particularly loud, crowded, or otherwise overwhelming places. And then that leads to a new wave of frustration and anxiety because he wants so badly to do normal couple things with you but it feels like he always ruins it. He doesn’t of course but it’s hard to not feel frustrated. Though that isn’t to say there aren't plenty of fun things to do together, you just have to work your way up to the big stuff. His favorite date you’ve been on was probably the trip to the aquarium. It was so beautiful and peaceful! Although he did insist that you just move on past the Echinoderm exhibit. Also fun pseudo/at-home dates include Mystery Meal Nights in which you try to find a new take-out place or at least a new food from one of the classics. And, while he won’t instigate it, he does really like dancing with you. He likes it in general, but unless he’s mildly to majorly drunk he won’t dance in public. So you can have little living room dance parties with just the two of you~ He doesn’t dance particularly well, but that just makes it more fun. Dance comes from the heart and that, he has plenty of.

So sort of paralleling the sensory issues I’ve already mentioned. He is simultaneously extremely touch-starved and desperate for affection, but will also sort of out of nowhere get touched-out and just kind of need space. For the first half of his life he was pretty much exclusively around family, and then was put into solitary for most of the rest of it. And now he has you! Someone he loves so so much and wants to hug and kiss and cuddle and all the other things boyfriends are supposed to do. Sometimes it’s just still too foreign and overwhelming, although the longer you two date, the easier it gets and the less often these moments occur. But on the flipside, when he does feel touchy, he might as well be made of Velcro. Every time you cross a new line of acceptable relationship behavior (hand-holding, kissing, etc.), he just adds that to the list of things he’s constantly trying to do. Sometimes he’s just so happy it doesn’t feel real, like he’s going to wake up and it will all be some crazy dream. Nothing in his real life could actually be this nice. He doesn’t articulate it when he feels like that, but you’ll know it by the way his breath shudders when he holds you close, or he holds you extra tight, murmuring an apology in your ear but not letting go. Not yet. Just in case.

NSFW Headcanons

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So related to the above, that touch starvation definitely translates sexually. While he eventually mellows out, especially early on in the relationship there's a sort of barely restrained desperation in everything he does. He doesn't ever instigate or suggest something new but the second you suggest or okay something he jumps on it. He just doesn't want to scare you off or push you, even if you want him just as badly. Whenever you're making out, he tries to press as close to you as humanly possible. His kisses are uncoordinated and a little sloppy but his eagerness is sexy in its own right. He's just been so pent up with no outlet or even privacy until now. And he was pining after you for so long. Can you blame him for trying to make up for lost time?

This man is sooooo desperate to please. He's just head over heels in love with you. You've brought so much joy and love to his life, he wants to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. (At a less sexy time, it'd probably be good to talk with him about that feeling of debt and how you love him for who he is, not what he can do for you. But that’s a whole other demon.) So that being said, he’s pretty flexible. While he’s not exactly adventurous, he is open to suggestions. If you want him to take charge, he’ll do his best! Or he’s happy to follow instructions and let you take the lead. Service-Vers. Though, while he’d never ask for it because pleasing you is at the forefront, he’d really enjoy getting to be a pillow prince every once in a while. Just smothered in affection while you take care of everything and spoil him. He’d probably die of happiness.

To be perfectly honest, he’s pretty vanilla. But that’s not a bad thing! He likes gentle, romantic love-making in a bed with the lights dimmed. While he’s not opposed, per say, to trying something new every once in a while, he doesn’t really need anything other than you to make him happy. No matter how many times you two have sex it never gets old or feels less special. If anything it just gets better the more familiar and comfortable he becomes with your body and his own. He likes missionary best but is also a fan of really any position where he can hold you close and see/kiss your face. The one sort of kink he has is praise, though I’d argue everyone likes praise a little. Please tell him how he’s doing and how good you’re feeling. That he’s handsome and good and most of all: that you love him~ He never gets tired of hearing you say it~

[tgmsunmontue]

Lonely Nights 2/4

Set in 2009, Bradley is ~27 and Jake is ~23. Hangster PWP. AU where Bradley went to the USNA and has a better relationship with Maverick, however DADT still exists. This 100% fits in with the much longer Nepo!Baby-Bradley fic I am currently writing.

PART ONE

                Of all the guys he could have picked up he picked another guy in the service. Fuck.

                “Fuck.”

                “Yeah, that’s the plan…”

                “Which Platoon where you in?”

                “What?”

                “That’s a USNA sea bag. Which Platoon?”

                “If you recognize that bag then you’re Navy too.”

                “Yeah, no shit.”

                The expression on Jake’s face goes a little hard then, and Bradley gets a glimpse at the hardness the other man might wear when he's not letting loose, likely similar to the quieter and more serious expression he uses.

                “I’ve already sucked your dick, if I’m going out then I might as well make it worth my while.”

                He gets back into Bradley’s personal space, stripping off his shirt and unbuttoning the solitary button holding his pants closed before slowly pushing his pants down, his eyes not leaving Bradley and Bradley grabs his wrist, needs to get his attention.

                “You’re not going out. I sure as fuck won’t be telling anyone. I’m not one for shared mutual destruction.”

                “But you are one for shared mutual orgasms…”

                “Yeah baby… I sure am.”

                “What’s your name sailor?”

                “Brad… Bradley. Bradshaw.”

                “Which is it darlin’?”

                Bradley laughs then, realizes that Jake probably thinks he’s giving him a fake name.

                “First name Bradley, last name Bradshaw. And no, I have no idea what my parents were thinking.”

                “Bradley Bradshaw… wow…” Jake says, clearly amused and Bradley grins back.

                “Mmm.”

                “Jake Seresin.”

                He’s glad they don’t exchange ranks, doesn’t want to know whether one of them outranks the other. Then he’s not thinking about ranks at all, Jake’s hands are on his jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging them down with intent. Bradley quickly toes off his shoes, kicks them along with his jeans off to the side.

                “I want you to fuck me. That okay?”

                “Of course baby…”

                Now that he knows it feels weird for the briefest of seconds, the idea that he’s calling another shipmate baby, such a soft term of endearment. Jake is flushing beautifully though, completely naked now and Bradley is on board with this. Completely. Come hell or high water for however long they have. He runs a hand over his chest, up his neck and curls a hand into the hair at the back of his head, scrapes his fingernails against his scalp and enjoys the shudder in Jake’s body as he presses himself closer.

                “You have stuff right?” Bradley asks, because he has some in his pocket, prepared, but he hopes Jake has more. He hopes that they’ll need it. Wishful thinking but he’s optimistic.

                “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about this for fucking months.”

                “Likewise.”

                “At least we’ve already taken the edge off. We can have round two now and round three later. Unless you need to leave before?”

                “No, I’ve got my own hotel room booked for three nights…”

                “Great.”

                The look they exchange then is a bit heavier, words unspoken because they might just be reporting to the same place at the same time and he doesn’t want to think about it. So he doesn’t. Instead he pushes Jake back and starts moving them toward the bed, Jake moves a bit faster, grabbing a towel, condoms and lube, putting them on the bedside table while then pulling the covers back. Bradley takes a moment to admire him, smooth skin with a range of tan lines which tell him Jake likes being outdoors and isn’t too careful with the sunscreen. No tattoos that he can see, just dimples and his confident bearing that comes from those fucking bearing drills he remembers from his own time at the USNA. He shouldn’t find that as much of a turn on as he does.

                “You going to do anything or just stand there and watch?”

                “I’m enjoying myself.”

                “Trust me, you’ll enjoy yourself more over here.”

                “Promises promises baby…”

                “Promises I intend to keep. Come here.”

                Bradley has zero reason not to oblige so moves over to the bed, lets Jake push him back, curious to see where he’s going with it now that they’re naked and have a bed at their disposal. What a fucking luxury. The sheets are cool against his back and he shuffles up until his head is on one of the pillows. Jake moves closer, then he’s knee-walking up the bed and straddling Bradley’s thighs. Their cocks are both firm, not aching hard, but definitely in the game. He reaches and rubs his hands down Jake’s thighs, fingers digging into the thick muscles.

                “Hi there…” Jake says, smile wide and eyes playful as he nestles his cock beside Bradley’s, eyebrows wiggling suggestively and ridiculously. It’s playful, he’s never had this in bed before and he feels euphoric.

                “Hi.”

                Jake leans down then, grinding his cock against Bradley’s, the sensation making him grind up to make it just a little harder. Jake’s lips cover his and he struggles with the multiple points of stimulus; his cock getting harder between them, Jake’s lips and tongue on his mouth, lips feeling increasingly swollen and sensitive. Jake’s hands, one in his hair, the other on his pec, tweaking a nipple and he gasps into it.

                “Oh… sensitive huh?” He doesn’t say anything, just gasps again as Jake bends his head to lick at a nipple. “Mmm. I wonder what else makes you gasp.”

                “You’re welcome to find out,” Bradley offers, and feels a swell of warmth at Jake’s responding laugh. He runs his hands down Jake’s rib, over his waist and hips, resting on his ass again, fingers digging in to force their grinding tighter and when Jake groans with him he feels smug, accomplished for doing absolutely nothing he doesn’t want to already be doing. He runs a finger down the crease between Jake’s ass cheeks, surprised to find it a little slippery and he pulls his hand away, peers at his fingers. Clear and tacky.

                “You’ve… already lubed?” Fuck, the idea of Jake doing that, prepping himself, makes him hot.

                “Yeah, I prepped myself before I went out. Didn’t want to waste too much time you know?”

                “Jake baby… we have time.” He wants to know if Jake jerked off as well, or waited, built up the anticipation like Bradley himself did the last couple of days.

                “Yeah, kind of feel like I hit the jackpot. Lots of time. Now, you gonna fuck me?” Jake asks, pushing the lube and condoms into his hand.

                “Yeah baby… let me just make sure you’re stretched okay?”

                “Mmm.”

                It’s awkward, he can’t see what he’s doing and the angle is weird, but he likes the feeling of Jake above him too much, pressing and rubbing his body against Bradley like he’s trying to mark his territory. He gets two fingers in easy, then Jake moves up to straddle his torso and Bradley has a lot more access and he lubes up his fingers more, sliding three in, there’s a stretch, but Jake is moaning, pushing back into it and his eyes have gone dark and Bradley feels pretty confident it’s not hurting at all, or too uncomfortable. Good.

                “You want it like this?”

                “Yeah. To start with…”

                “Oh, we getting athletic are we?”

                “Pretty sure you can keep up with me darlin’.”

                Part of Bradley takes that as a fucking challenge and another part thrills at the idea.

                “Going to try my best baby.”

                He wipes his hands on the towel and tears open the condom, can at least put that on without looking, and Jake is shifting against him, his cock harder now, clearly impatient and Bradley lets him take the lube from him before he slides wet fingers all over Bradley’s cock.

                “God…”

                “Good?”

                “Yeah, you’ll be better though…”

                “Yeah I will.”

                He’s so fucking cocky and Bradley can’t help a little laugh, but it catches in his throat as Jake holds his cock firm, shifts up and then starts sinking down on him in nice slow increments. He strokes Jake’s cock, watches his face. He’s absolutely gorgeous. He concentrates on staying still, waiting for some sort of sign from Jake that he’s okay, that he can move. Jake settles fully and rocks ever so slightly, his eyelids fluttering closed and he looks blissed out. Bradley wants to kiss him so badly. He shifts, bracing his arms behind him and pushing up, manages to capture Jake’s lips in a kiss.

                “Oh fuck…” Jake breathes, kissing him back, hips twitching and Bradley feels his whole body shudder.

                “Yeah, shall we?”

                Jake laughs then, nods, mumbling a little under his breath and starts moving, setting the pace. It’s good, so good. Bradley moves a little, once he’s sure it’s not going to break the rhythm. He watches Jake’s hand on his own cock for a bit before he wraps his hand over it, taking over and can’t help the grin at the little gaspy moan the Jake lets out. He lets his other hand ramble, stroking wherever it can reach, down Jake’s chest and scraping over a nipple, grasping an ass cheek, his other hand not ceasing its rapid stroking of Jake’s cock.

                Their rhythm becomes more graceful, able to anticipate each other’s movement better. Jake still manages to contort himself enough to suck one of Bradley’s nipples into his mouth and that causes some less-fluid jerking thrusts which make Jake laugh in delight. Their skin is becoming slippery with sweat and Bradley wants to lick it off him, and he says something along those lines. Jake’s orgasm takes him by surprise and Bradley forces himself to a slower pace, almost coming to a stop, unsure what he should do. Jake is making unhappy little sounds and it takes him a second to make sense of them.

                “No, no, don’t stop. Keep going. I like it…”

                “You sure baby?”

                “Yeah, yeah, please. Trust me… just, let me move.”

                “Okay. Of course.”

                Jake shifts so he’s lying on his stomach, ass angled just right, a pillow shoved under him helping and Bradley swallows roughly. What a fucking dream. He grips both ass cheeks in his hands and pulls them apart, sees Jake’s hole, dark pink and stretched and thumbs over it, hears Jake’s little hitch of breath and then he pushes in again. The angle is different and he lets himself blanket his body over Jake, pinning him down by his wrists.

                “This okay?”

                “Fuck yes…”

                Okay then. He starts a slow undulating motion that he knows he can maintain for a decent chunk of time, leaves himself draped over Jake and allowing his hips just to rock in and out. He can feel his own orgasm building, a little part of his brain is worried that Jake is just letting him do this but then he catches Jake’s muffled sobs please please come on use me and it makes his blood thrum hot. Oh. Okay then. His back is dripping sweat now and he snaps his hips a little faster, tension building toward his climax and he can hear Jake gasping little sobs, feel him pushing back as much as he can under the weight of Bradley’s body, held in place like he is.

                He comes with a shudder, mouth sucking what he suspects will end up being a bruise on Jake’s shoulder. Oops. Jake is making whimpering sounds and Bradley pulls away, needs to check on him desperately and make sure he’s okay. He pulls out too quickly and Jake’s entire body convulses, thrusting into the pillow and holy shit, he’s hard again, grinding against the bed. Bradley rolls him to his back, gives each leg a quick reassuring rub before spreading them so he can sit between them, reaching for the lube, getting his fingers wet and then sliding them back inside. Jake almost jackknifes off the bed, still muttering please please please under his breath.

                “I got you baby…”

                Bradley hasn’t ever fingered someone to an orgasm, unless he counts himself, but he knows the theory. Jake is gasping, there are tears, or maybe sweat, coming out of the corner of his eyes. His entire body is shaking and Bradley has no idea if he can come again quite so soon, but he’d said to trust him, so he suspects this isn’t a first time occurrence. He’s gentle, in complete contradiction to some of the things that Jake seems to like on the rough side; he can’t bring himself to do this anything other than gently. Not soft, not without purpose, but he takes care, his movements deliberate and he strokes Jake’s prostate, reaching with his fingers and watching with amazement as Jake falls apart and comes again.

                “Gorgeous baby, absolutely gorgeous…”

                Bradley quickly realizes Jake is absolutely fucking useless after he’s come, although he assures Bradley he only has himself to blame for being so good. And he’ll take the ego stroking, it’s not often he gets actual feedback about his sexual abilities; most of the time it’s hurried hand jobs or blow jobs, more rarely quick fucks that no-one hangs around for a debrief afterward. He gets them both water, cleans up as best he can before he collapses down beside Jake in the bed. Jake had mentioned a round three, so Bradley’s assuming it’s okay if he stays.

PART THREE

[hauntedwizardmoment]

OKAY so: 2, 10, 11, 14, for any oc(s) you wish, but also, assuming you're taking asks about 'em, for jace's former party from blood and turpentine fic series bc I am legitimately obsessed with them and think about them daily

HIII oh my god this got so long i am so sorry but i got carried away:

2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

Peregrine: he’s a theater kid! he wanted to be a bard soooo bad or at least multiclass a la Fabian but due to the [gestures at his neuroses around his masculinity] he never did. i think in terms of levels, he ended up a level 20 fighter until he did some paladin training as an adult that put him at like, a 17/3 split between fighter/paladin. in a kinder timeline he’d be doing community theater and taxes with jace. in blood and turpentine. well no spoilers for what im currently writing but it’s not that.   

Dagbert: out of everyone in the group hes the one thats into musicals unironically. and not even good musicals. like picture this massive goliath that’s taller than porter and just as broad, i think i have him as like 7 ft 1, and he just fucking loves Cats. he’s obsessed with fantasy andrew lloyd webber. has a jellicle-sona. 

Ysvelde: she’s somehow got even less of a solid grasp of her identity than jace does. part of it is that she’s an actress, part of it is that she’s never really lived for anything besides the approval of other people (first her mom, then her adventuring party). she has no idea who she is without the approval of others. if you put her in a room alone she’d start climbing the walls instead of sitting alone with her own thoughts. girl who is constantly experiencing The Dread but she covers it up with a winning smile + really cool artsy makeup. 

Aurora: [dan howell voice] one time she had a MESSY night out in [bastion city], kissed a GIRL, and SMOKED A CIGARETTE. no but seriously she has a secret wild side that she rarely lets out, especially as she gets more and more into fundamentalism and what she believes is sol’s true word, the very early beginnings of the harvestmen cult. during their first year adventuring, shes the one that suggested matching tramp stamps while they were all wasted. 

Invidia: she’s a romantic. she really does want her friends to find love. she’s at aurora and peregrine’s wedding as a bridesmaid, and when she realizes that jace and porter are serious about each other, she’s genuinely happy for him. underneath all the cattiness and jokes she’s so glad that everything “worked out” (woman who does not know jace is a dead man walking)

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

not to keep talking about this but my infidelity fic which is an au of blood and turpentine? i have so many dramatic scenes from it that i rotate in my head. when peregrine finds out that jace got promoted to vice principal and starts a huge fight about it. dagbert’s father’s funeral. invidia and ysvelde’s falling out. when peregrine finds out about jace’s affair and subsequently gets murdered by porter. aurora’s creepy midsommar-ass family hosting everyone for fantasy easter. 

11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Peregrine: a lance!! by the time he’s a full-time adventurer i’m sure it’s a magical weapon too, probably has like a +2 or something. hes definitely used it before love a martial class. 

Dagbert: his battle axe, absolutely has used it. he’s definitely got a magic weapon too, i think i call out in love’s never meant much to me that it has magic runes on it so yeah let’s call it the same level of magical as perry’s lance

Ysvelde: so she’s a college of eloquence bard and a fiend pact warlock, so i think she probably has a shortsword as a backup weapon but honestly that eldritch blast cantrip is getting her through most of her fights juuuust fine. 

Aurora: circle of life cleric, definitely has a crossbow that she’s used a couple times in a panic early on but she’s more a healer than anything. i picture her spiritual weapon (the cleric spell) as a scythe. 

Invidia: she’s a circle of the moon druid so i think she’d have a pair of broad claws that do some sick slashing damage, plus obviously her wild shape forms, and her animal companion (a wolf but for funsies ive flavored it as a husky named luna and she loves her so much, she treats her like a child, has little bows to put in her fur, etc. luna is fantasy instagram famous)

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

ohhhh this is sosososo juicy 

Peregrine: the true driving force in his life is to be seen as a protector, as a provider, as a good fighter and a good man. he will Freak Out if he perceives anything as getting in the way of that. especially if its his own actions that make him look weak or immoral in any way, i.e. sleeping with jace when he and aurora are on a break. 

Dagbert: truly. genuinely. from the bottom of his heart. he could not give less of a shit. he wants to be known as a goddamn professional, unlike the rest of these people, apparently. he’s out here trying to earn a fucking paycheck meanwhile everyone else in his party is ensnared in insane psychosexual drama. he’s angling to get a raise to buy out his ailing father’s construction business from him and let the man retire and this clownshow of a party is fucking it up for him.

Ysvelde: she’s not real unless youre clapping and cheering for her if you dont clap and cheer for her she’ll die. she lives and dies on the approval of an audience. she’s a star. but like for real she needs validation constantly, it doesnt matter where it comes from or how she gets it, she just needs to know that she’s getting a good grade in existing, something normal to want and possible to achieve. 

Aurora: her main thing is being right. she’s a cleric, she receives the divine word from sol, she’s his hand upon the world and she’ll spread his light to the darkest corners of spyre and consecrate it for him, make the world holy. she has her convictions and is firm in them, and she wants everyone to see her as a source of good and truth, both in battle and in spirituality. i think after a certain point she couldnt care less what her party thinks of her, she’s mainly looking for the approval of higher-ups in the church of sol to further solidify herself as a priestess and help shape the vision and direction of the church. 

Invidia: her and aurora butt heads a lot because she also is very into being correct, but in a way that is entirely divorced from divinity. instead, she wants other people to see her as observant to a scary degree. she wants you to know that she sees what you do, knows your habits inside and out, all your secrets, and is taking notes and filing them away for blackmail purposes. and when you slip up she WILL brag about predicting your downfall to your face. it’s why she and jace are the ivy-and-oisin of their party, they both love gossip and reveling in the misery of people they dont like. 

[doctorkinktraveller]

The sign over the door said “Associated Industries”, but @little-bred-riding-slut knew better. As she pressed the doorbell, she remembered the names people had used for the place online: “The baby factory”, “Pussy Pounding Inc” and some had even referred to it in glowing terms as “The Rape Room”. The thought of those reviews made her pussy leak, it was all so naughty.

She had absorbed every word of the 5 star reviews and glowing testimonials on the website, she was going to have a lot of fun here.

The door opened and a handsome older man in a well tailored suit greeted her with an enquiring “@little-bred-riding-slut ?” She replied with a simple “yes”. He gestured for her to come in as he stepped behind a reception desk.

He pulled a form with her name on it from a folder on the desk and read it in front of her.

“So you have booked for 2 full days & nights”

She nodded

“No specific limits, just safewords if needed”

She smiled, “I couldn’t think of anything I didn’t want to try”- He smiled back, “OK, we will try a lot, but if any of it is too much just use the safe word or shake your head and I will stop immediately”.

He turned back to the form, “No Contraception at all, you want us to breed you?” he said with a raised eyebrow. “Well I can see why I got this gig,” he continued “I’m Steve by the way. I will be your partner for the next 2 days”. - “Oh yes”, she enthused “I want the risk, I might ask you to pull out if I get scared though”.

Taking her hand he kissed it in an old fashioned way and then said “That is your prerogative, but I hope you don’t, putting a baby in you would be a real privilege. Now if you could just sign the disclaimer, here and here.” As she did he asked her “The safe word you were given?”.

“Angel Juice,” she replied immediately. He laughed, “it seems the computer has a sense of humor because we are going to get a lot of juice out of you angel”. She laughed with him as her pussy pulsed from the thoughts it conjured up. “Now where to start…mmm I think The Rape Rack would be perfect”.

He took her by the hand and led her to a door halfway along the corridor behind reception. The whole thing was turning her on so much she was glad she had decided against the thong or going commando. She needed something with a proper gusset to stop the juice running down her legs, as it were they were already soaked through and nothing had happened.

Fuck she was horny! She followed him into the room which looked very bare with bright lights and white walls. “It’s not very homely,” he said, noticing her reaction, “but the light is for video and the rest is wiped clean because sluts like you tend to squirt everywhere”.

“Video?” she asked with surprise in her voice.

“Oh yes, we record everything for everyone’s security. Though we can live stream you to the internet if you like”. Her clit pulsed at the thought of people watching her degradation. “I would like that” she whispered, ashamed of her own perversion.

He took his phone from his pocket, worked the screen and a few seconds later said “There we are, already got 30 regulars watching. I expect we shall get up to around 30,000. Curvy girls are always so popular.”

“Now strip you little @little-bred-riding-slutt”, there was an air of command in his voice and she complied immediately, draping the clothes over a chair in the corner. He stood watching her as she slowly removed her clothes. She noticed the bulge growing in his trousers. “I fucking love my job” he said with a smile.

Once she was completely naked he walked up to her. Grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and kissed her deeply, the passion and intensity of the kiss flooded through her. The fingers of his other hand immediately invaded her cunt, slipping easily into her wetness.

He broke the kiss and held her head back as he finger fucked her hard and fast. She was overcome with emotions. Kirsten couldn’t believe the way he treated her, like she was his property, an object he owned, a plaything.

This was how she needed to be treated, it was exactly what she had wanted for a very long time indeed. In less than a minute her body was convulsing and cumming on his skilled fingers. Each shudder through her body causing her hair to be pulled and the pain caused her to cum harder and harder. She screamed with the climax. He kept going though, even after a hard cum there was to be no respite. No sooner had her legs stopped shaking from one orgasm than her next climax was approaching. “Squirt you fucking filthy whore”, he said in her ear.

That was enough to cause her to convulse with excitement and her cunt juice to squirt all over the floor like the dirty slags she had watched on porn hub. He let her collapse into his arms and lowered her to the chair. He wandered over and checked his phone.

“Ohh 27,000 already. You are popular”, he said with a smile. She liked his smile.

“Let's check the comments:”

“She needs breeding” -- “you lucky bastard, wish I could knock up a girl like that”

“Wish I could be her” -- “Her tits look great, will look better full of milk”

“Bring her back at nine months, she is going to look so sexy full of baby” -- He smiled at her, “Seems they really do like you, I can’t blame them”.

He slid open a panel in the wall and pulled out a strange contraption. It was a metal frame with leather pads on arms that could be moved around independently. “This”, he said theatrically “is the breeding bench. Though I like to think of it as the Rape Rack, because once you are on here you are going to be helpless and I can do what I want with you”. He adjusted two pads and told her to kneel on them.

Then moved a larger pad for her tummy and got her to lay across that. Two for her elbows and a final one under her chin. It was as though she was kneeling on all fours but suspended off the floor by the rape rack.

Rape Rack, why did that name turn her on? It shouldn’t if she was a nice girl but somehow the thought of being helpless and used by this older man made her cunt drip again. He strapped her down in place she was completely helpless. Unable to move, she started to wonder if this was such a good idea.

He moved in front of her and adjusted her position so that her face was level with the bulge in his trousers. He rubbed his covered cock across her lips and she groaned. She could feel it, smell it but she needed to taste it.

He moved behind her and adjusted her position so his cock would line up with her cunt hole. Whilst he was there he forced a finger into her tight little arsehole “looks tight, I’m going to have fun stretching that” he said as though she were a brainless fuckdoll, which was really all she was now. He walked around in front of her and checked his phone again.

“Oh 85,000 that's a record, more comments”

“breed the bitch”

“cream her cunt”

“Can I eat her out after?”

“Lets see your cock”

“Oh well best not disappoint your audience” he said as he removed his clothes. As his cock sprung free she gasped. It was a good size, 6 or 7 inches but it was thick - really thick. She loved the look of the shiny head popping out from his foreskin. God it looked delicious. “Open wide”, he commanded and she immediately complied.

His thick cock slid down her throat in one move. He held it deep down her throat as she gagged and choked on it, her throat convulsing on his cock in a way that clearly pleased him.

She looked up with her eyes pleading for breath but a cruel smile passed across his face and he reached down and held her nose shut. She struggled for breath, pulling at her restraints. She felt her consciousness ebbing away and her eyes rolled back into her head.

Finally he released her nose and pulled his cock out letting her gasp frantically for breath, her face a total mess of spit & dribble.

He grabbed the phone “A quarter of a million viewers”. He showed her the screen with all the comments on it.

“What a great cock sucker”

“Now knock her up”

“Breed the bitch”

He smiled “Well a quarter of a million people can’t be wrong. It’s time I made you a mom”. Walking round behind her, she lost sight of him for a minute but then she felt the warmth of his cock head against her pussy lips.

She expected him to go slow at first but it was not to be, he slammed into her, his thick hot flesh driving deep into her cunt. He pulled out and then slammed back in, she winced slightly as his cock head banged against her cervix. “Oh god yes” she cried. Something primeval inside her was being awakened, it was the need to breed. His pounding makes the desire for her impregnation stronger.

Every time his cock slammed inside her she craved his seed deep in her womb, this was what she wanted more than anything. She found herself screaming. “Do it you bastard, knock me up”

“Fill my cunt”

“Breed me”

This drove him on, slamming faster and harder into her fuck hole. Her words just became moans and groans as she lost control of her higher functions all she could manage was a “nuurrrgghh” as the most intense climax she had ever felt crashed over her like a tsunami of pleasure.

She begged for his seed. His cock swelled inside her, he plowed in deep and held his cock right against her cervix.

She felt the pulses as wave after wave of potent sperm splashed her insides and he roared with pleasure.

As his cock exploded inside her she just knew her defenseless egg would soon be fertilized. They stayed coupled together for a minute or two as he made sure all his seed was delivered to her receptive womb.

Finally he pulled out and she watched him walk over to his phone, his perfect cock still hard and shiny with their combined juices. “Ohh a 4.995 out of 5 rating, looks like you are very popular amongst our ... .wow..625,000 viewers. You are... internet famous girl”.

He absent mindedly stroked his cock.

“Looks like they want anal next” he said with a smile.

“That’s good because so do I,” she said as she smiled back at him.

It was going to be a perfect weekend.

[withahappyrefrain]

Lay Down the Line

Summary: When Bradley acts up, you quickly reel him back in. 

Warnings: SUB!BRADLEY, dominant!reader, teasing, hair pulling, female masturbation, fem receiving oral, rank kink, dirty talk, language, subtle voyeurism if you look closely?

Notes: This was for the amazing @jadore-andor for our Dicked Down December event. There is no one else I’d rather write this for and I’m so glad you enjoyed it!

To say you were pissed was an understatement. 

It wasn't that you disliked your boyfriend's touch. One of your favorite things about Bradley was how affectionate he was. He expressed his love for you through gentle touches, arms that always lingered on your waist, his head always resting on your shoulder. 

You would never complain about that. Nor would you ever complain about how he expressed his want through touch; through fingertips gracing up to the apex of your thigh, brushing over your clothed cunt, all while the hairs of his mustache brushed against your neck, teeth nipping at your jawline. 

But could the man not keep it in his fucking pants for three hours? 

Just three hours. That would have been enough time for y'all to have gone to Penny's annual Christmas party at the Hard Deck, stay for a few rounds of pool and beers, then go home to fuck each other's brains out. 

You kept telling him that; that you weren't leaving him high and dry, that you definitely weren't teasing him (as he claimed) from wearing a simple dress paired with a Santa hat (seriously it wasn't even close to being the shortest dress you owned). 

At first, his behavior was cute. Bradley's desperate hands, grabbing whatever part of your body he could, his mouth pressing quick little kisses along your neck and jawline as you tried to finish applying your makeup. 

That was why you weren't angry that you two were five minutes late to Penny's party. 

But then instead of getting out of the car after you two had parked at the Hard Deck, Bradley decided it would be a great idea to instead attach his lips to your neck while his hands grabbing your chest through the fabric of your dress. 

"Brad-Bradley. We have to go inside," your hands jerked at the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to pull him away. Not that it worked. If anything, it encouraged Bradley to continue marking you up, biting the tops of your breasts. 

No, what got him to finally stop was fucking Hangman, knocking on the passenger window as he yelled something about public indecency. 

Sure, Bagman's girlfriend promptly told him to shut the fuck and he listened (for the most part). Still wasn't any less embarrassing walking into the bar with your neck littered in bite marks. 

A couple of glasses later and you were almost ready to forgive him. You walked up to him while he was playing pool, a drink in your hand as a peace offering. 

"Thanks doll," you playfully rolled your eyes at the nickname, trying to fight the warmth that was flushing your cheeks. 

But it was never just a term of endearment from Bradley. Oh no. He had to do more, be a showman. 

Which was how you ended up having his body pressed against yours, lips captured in a searing kiss, as his large hands went up your dress to squeeze your ass. 

"Hey! Bob has his kids here, keep it PG!" Payback yelled, motioning to Bob's one year old twins. 

You tried to shove Bradley away, who kept his arm firmly wrapped around your waist as he flashed those big hazel eyes at you, doing his very best to look like an innocent puppy. 

Fine. If Bradley wants to play, then you would play with him. 

"I'll be in the car," you told him after using the bathroom, quickly stuffing something into the front pocket of his Hawaiian shirt. 

The anger you carried was palatable as you quickly walked up to your house. 

You didn't need to say anything else. All he had to do was reach into the pocket and feel the lacey fabric of your panties and the message was received. 

Bradley's face upon finding you in the backseat of the Bronco, buckled up and ready to go was hilarious. He looked so confused, like a lost little puppy. 

"Are you gonna drive or just stare?" You asked, arms and legs crossed. He could wait, given how he had his fill of you already. 

Bradley looked at you through the rear view mirror as you two drove home, the only sound was that of Elton John playing softly. 

"Your eyes should be on the road," you told him, his hazel eyes meeting yours in the mirror. 

"I can multitask," He smirked. 

"Good to know." 

Slowly, you uncrossed your legs, spreading them across the leather seats, just enough that he could see the hint of your cunt in the rear view mirror, but not enough that he would be able to touch you by reaching his arm behind. 

"Eyes on the road, Bradshaw," you reminded him as your fingers softly raked over the skin of your thighs, inching closer to the space in-between your legs. 

It was difficult to hold back a chuckle when Bradley let out a small huff to signal his disapproval. So instead, you just smirked. 

It was cute he still thought he was in control. 

Your back arched at the sensation of your fingers brushing against your slicked folds. Bradley's eyes darted back to the mirror upon hearing the small gasp that had escaped your lips. 

"I can pull-" 

"Keep driving Lieutenant," your voice was sharp and demanding. It went straight to Bradley's cock, which was already half hard and had been ever since he saw you in that sundress. 

Your fingers dip through your folds again, this time brushing against your clit. The movement caused a small but satisfied moan to fall from your lips. 

Bradley's grip on the steering wheel visibly tightened, shifting in his seat to give him some relief. 

How visibly frustrated he was getting was what gave you the confidence to push two fingers into your entrance. It didn't stretch you out the same way Bradley's fingers did, but he didn't need to know that right now. 

"Babe, please. I'm sorry, I can pull over and show you-" 

"I said keep driving." 

One hand gripped the nearby armrest as your fingers scissored against your walls, stretching you out and giving you the sense of fullness you always craved. You leaned forward, the action causing the fabric to strain against your breasts. 

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself facing Bradley, who had turned so that he could face you from the passenger seat.

You looked ahead, finding the car at a red light.

Looking back at your boyfriend, you simply grinned as you inserted a third finger inside of you, a low moan falling from your lips. 

Your fingers thrusted against that sweet spot, the one that made you see stars as your eyelids flutter, the one that Bradley was always able to find with great speed and ease. 

Again, he didn't need to know that right now. 

Instead, you just threw your head back, a loan groan trailing from your mouth as your thumb drew circles on your clit. Making eye contact was what he wanted, because it would make him think he had a hand in getting you off. 

That's not what you wanted, because it wasn't what he needed. Bradley needed to be reminded that you could get off pretty damn well without him. 

He needed to remember his place. 

The loud, sudden honk from the car behind you interrupted your ministrations. Your eyes snapped open, Bradley's still on you. 

"Light is green," you sneered, "You should go." 

For a moment he stayed still. Briefly, you wondered if he was going to stay there or find the nearest parking lot. 

Instead, he just turned around and continued driving. 

"Good boy." You didn't have to see Bradley to watch the effect your words had on him. By now, you knew how that phrase went straight to his cock, how it made him squirm, how it made his ruddy cheeks somehow even more red. 

As more jolts of pleasure surged through your body, your voice increased in pitch, the whines filling up the car. Could he hear how wet you were? Could he hear the lewd squelching that occurred every time your fingers thrusted into your entrance? 

Given that the radio was turned off, you were quite certain that the answer was a resounding yes.

All it did was encourage you to continue. You got off on seeing him squirm in his seat, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. Those pleading hazel eyes kept going back and forth between the road and the mirror to watch you. 

"Keep your eyes on the road," you smirked, "Don't worry Lieutenant, I'll make sure you can hear me." 

It was that pathetic whimper he let out as his eyes went back to the road that got you going. You replayed that noise over and over in your head as you thrust your fingers in a toe-curling rhythm. 

"Baby….please." 

There it was. That delicious whine as he begged you to wait, that you two were almost home and he could touch you, make you feel so good. That he was sorry and would do anything to make it up to you. 

You threw your head back as your orgasm washed over you, sending a surge of white hot pleasure all over your body. Gripping the armrest, you rocked your body against your fingers, prolonging your pleasure as much as possible. 

It wasn't until you opened your eyes that you realized the car had stopped moving. 

The passenger door was open and standing there was Bradley with his nostrils flaring, his erection straining against his jeans. 

You slowly pulled your fingers out, your slick practically glistening in the golden hour lighting. 

Slowly, you brought your fingers to your mouth, licking them clean one digit at a time, your eyes on Bradley the whole time. 

He was the first one to break eye contact, moving to the side so you could get out. 

"Aren't you sweet?" You cooed, getting out of the car. The tips of his ears were bright red as you traced a finger over his cheek, gently gliding over the scars he had received from several missions back. 

You titled his chin downwards, making it easier for you to press your lips against his. A whine escaped from Bradley's mouth upon feeling your lips parted, allowing him to get a taste of you. 

That was all he deserved right now. 

Before he could get too greedy, too eager, you stepped away, breaking the kiss. 

"Why don't we get inside so you can show me that you can actually be a good boy and listen?" You didn't have to say anymore. Bradley knew. 

He fucked up. And if he wanted any chance to come in the next few days, he'd need to fix it sooner rather than later. 

Which is why he found himself in the living room, on his knees. 

You slowly walked towards him, making a show of swaying your hips. 

For a brief moment, a smile grazed his face, causing one to adorn your features as well. You had to look away, out of fear if you kept staring, you would begin to giggle, breaking the façade. 

You loved how he could always make you laugh, but that wasn't what either of you needed right now. 

So instead your fingers gripped the hem of your dress, slowly raising it up to reveal your cunt to him. 

Bradley just looked up at you, those hazel orbs wide and apologetic. 

Shrugging, you asked him, "I made a mess. Can you help me clean it up?" 

He simply nodded, slowly leaning his head towards your core, his eyes remaining on you to ensure he was following directions. 

"Go on Bradley, be a good boy for me." 

With your grip in his sun kissed hair tightening, he dove in between your legs, tongue lapping at your soaked folds. 

You tilted your head back in pleasure, your free hand gripping the back of the couch for support. 

The hairs of his mustache brushed against your clit, sending another jolt of pleasure as his tongue dove into your entrance, determined to get every last drop. 

A large hand trailed up your leg, inching towards the apex of your thigh. 

"Did I say you could do that?" Bradley whined upon you pulling at his hair, pulling his face away from your cunt. 

"Answer me Lieutenant," you spat his title. In here, his title doesn't mean jack shit, something he loved that he would only ever admit to you. 

"N-No. I just wanna feel ya baby. Make ya feel good-" his sentence was cut short by another sharp tug of his hair. 

"Oh, you'll make me feel good. But you can do that with just your tongue, right baby?" 

You can see the turmoil in his eyes. He certainly had the strength to hold you down and take control. 

But that's not what he wanted. 

"Y-yes ma'am." The title sent heat straight to your core. 

You guided his mouth back to your aching cunt, letting out a sigh of relief when his lips attached themselves to your clit. His hands gripped the backs of your trembling thighs, keeping you in place. 

"Oh, Bradley." The use of his name, using that sweet, pretty whimper of yours, made his cock ache. The moan he let out against your cunt sent vibrations up your spine, pushing you closer to that edge. 

The band in your stomach continued to tightened, inching closer and closer to snapping. You just needed a little more, just a little. 

"B-be a good boy and use y-your fingers," your voice was shaky as you instructed him. 

Your mouth betrayed you by letting out a loud gasp as two of his fingers curled against your sensitive walls. Bradley's smirk burned into your skin, satisfied by the noises he was drawing out of you. 

You braced yourself for a snarky comment, one that would result in you pulling his face away from your core. 

But instead, he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your aching core, his tongue alternating between licking and sucking your clit. 

Good boy. 

Your fingernails gripped his shoulders, digging into his exposed skin. He didn't mind, he loved any marks from you that he could get. He'd wear them with pride, happy to let everyone else know how well you treated him. 

"Want me to come all over your pretty face?" Bradley whimpered at your question, nodding his head as best as he could as his tongue continued its ministrations on your cunt. 

His face was one of pure confusion when you yanked him away from your legs. It was cute, the way his eyes searched your face for some kind of explanation. 

You used your other hand to trace the features of his face. 

"You did so good baby," you praised, "But I think I'd rather come on your cock. Whatcha think about that?" 

Bradley nodded eagerly, quickly standing up so he could carry you, bridal style, to your shared bedroom. 

In the short walk, his lips pressed against your neck, mumbling thank you's in between light kisses. 

You just smiled, playing with the hair that was at the nape of his neck. 

It was cute that he thought he was going to come anytime soon. 

[bonesandthebees]

[Did this prompt Tobyn to threaten his life? Yes, but it wasn’t anything Phil hadn’t heard before.] I love this kid too. Should I be worried that Phil has heard many threats upon his life. What has this man done to get where he is now?

[To his surprise, Quackity also petitioned Phil to see him, and took the refusal less gracefully than his counterpart did.] taking bets on his intentions now. Was he going to A) apologise. B) try and get Wilbur to not sell him out. C) kiss him or D) all of the above (I’m sure I missed a few options).

[He’s a lot smarter than most give him credit for] Phil figured. And Wilbur will soon confirm. [Phil didn’t even spare a glance at Tomys.] again this kid is not important to Phil unless Wilbur can gain something from it (like his undying loyalty while he has a crown on his head). This line makes that painfully clear.

[When his eyes met Phil’s though, he flinched.] Hi, I would like to file a formal complaint.

[“I’m sorry,” Wilbur blurted out, looking as though he was struggling to stay conscious. “I didn’t see- I didn’t know-”/“It’s okay, Wil. You did well,” Phil reassured him, resting a hand on his cheek./Wilbur blinked a few times as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard Phil right. Then, whatever tension he’d still been holding onto seemed to snap, and he slumped into Phil’s hold as his eyes fluttered shut.] I am going to explode (I am currently waiting for Icy to read this chapter so I can watch nym explode as well).

[“Your father will be glad to hear you’re alright. He was saying what a waste it would’ve been-”] yk, Phil is not looking at him, but I want to know what Tomys was looking at. Did he see the hug? Was he jealous? Did he want that too. Cuz this would suck. But I’m not sure he would even want a hug from his own father. Especially given the whole “did not tell me I am now a possible heir to the throne” thing. But I do need to know if Tomys saw that hug and what he felt if he did, because I doesn’t really match up with how Wilbur talks about his father.

[“I think I broke my leg,” Wilbur then said, eyes still closed as he grimaced./“We’ll get that fixed for you. Don’t worry,” Phil reassured him, carding his fingers as best he could through the tangled curls on top of his head, “it’s okay now. I got you.”] *distant screaming* also Wilbur’s first line made me giggle so bad. But I am genuinely insane about the hair thing and the parallels. Phil has been thinking about that the entire time and it’s basically the first thing he does.

(I wonder if Phil did not want anyone else there because he did not want anyone to see his weakness, his love for his son, which could be used against him and in turn would bring that son in danger. Or if he really just does not want to share. Part of it is genuine concern too because we knew he was going to let Wilbur sleep first should he have come back when he was meant to.)

Lastly, [It was time to handle Schlatt.] murder Murder MURDER

MURDER

MURDER

(5/5)

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oh yeah phil has heard a lot of death threats before. gotta love tubbo not giving a shit that phil is literally the consil and instead just being like "fuck you I want to see my best friend"

hmm what were quackity's intentions I suppose you'll see in the next chapter :)

yup, phil doesn't give two shits about tommy in any real way. he only cares about what tommy can offer them in terms of power. tommy as a person means nothing to him. he just wants to make sure his son is okay.

father son reunion yayyyyy poor wilbur 😭

oh yeah, tommy saw the hug. he definitely had thoughts about it, but he was also a bit more focused on seeing puffy again and also his own exhaustion after spending a week in the mountains

I had to include the hair thing again phil might suck at showing emotion but damn if he doesn't love his son

phil both wanted his reunion with his son to be as private as possible, but also he genuinely didn't want to overwhelm wilbur. he knew that niki would want to talk to him and make sure he was alright, and since quackity wanted in as well he had a feeling quackity would do the same. he didn't know how badly injured wilbur was and what state he was in, so he didn't want him to get freaked out by a ton of people clambering around him asking if he was okay.

:)

[lifmera]

Heya, I was wondering if I could have a matchup for Hazbin Hotel? Male please x

My pronouns are she her, I'm fairly average height for a girl and my favourite animals at the moment are either cats or goats!!

I have black hair, dark eyes and pale skin, my hair goes just above my breasts and is layered. I wear a lot of black and hardly own any clothes that aren't!! (It’s just so flattering) I have a few large tattoos as well and am definitely getting more. I also have a lot of ear piercings, a nose stud and 🍒 piercings. I’m also English (northern, not southern) so I do have an accent

In terms of personality, l'd say l'm rather outgoing, witty and a bit nerdy. I wear a lot of studs and chains but I think they look badass, however I wear them causally so I guess you could also say I’m pretty bold? I've often been told l intimidate people, however I like to think they don't know me well enough to judge. Ive been told I can be quite loud, and I have some blunt, dry sense of humour which my friends seem to like. I'm an ENTP through and through and am currently in law school, stereotypical as fuck ik. I can sometimes struggle to trust people due to past experiences, however I think I’ve got the hang of reading people now to know when they’re my kind of cunt or not.

I can have a short temper and struggle with my emotions sometimes, (diagnosed bpd/adhd, looooove to see it) but am in the process of learning to manage them quite well.

Hobby wise, I enjoy drawing, painting and going out with my friends to concerts and festivals. I Love music, specifically Goth, Metal (Death, Goth metal, Nü metal, all sorts) and a little bit of rock obviously. I'm tempted to start learning how to play the drums or guitar but am not sure where to start, plus school takes up so much of my time.

There's of course no rush to reply, I adore your work I think your matches are always spot-on and I'm really curious !!

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HEY 🕷️🕸️!!!

Honestly I was so TORN between these two. So i decided lol… why not both?

Its okay hun!! I major Pre-Law right now 🩷

I’ve decided to pair you with… VOX & HUSK

Vox first though. Cus i read this and i was like.. VOX but then when i showered i was like .. wait husk… and then i was like FUCK… anyways

He’d definitely talk to you more because you reminded him of Velvette. And what probably went thru his head was “ooh new model :)”

But he LOVES ur personality. If you intimidated VOX? He would literally purr at ur feet and BEG you to join the Vee’s.

Even if you are dry, its okay, cus everything else makes up for it to him.

He definitely isn’t surprised if you don’t trust him at first, but he’s think that “nothing a little hypnotizing cant fix ! ;)” (take that as you wish.)

Vox is kinda pretty shitty himself- and probably doesnt really care much about you unless you blow a fuse on him. But honestly he’d like that.

Though he’d also be glad that you are managing your emotions! He HATES tantrums . (Cough cough Val)

He would probably make you draw you guys together lets me honest. He’d think it’d be funny. Till he actually enjoys it.

He would make fun of ur music taste. Then he would love it. Cus hes such a LOSER like that……

Honestly he’d love it sm he’d have them as theme songs D:

If you learned any instruments it’d probably cause him to want to as-well….

Ok Husker time…

Not gonna lie. You guys give off the same vibe, and he’d probably like you the most out of everyone at the hotel.

Especially at first glance?? Like finally… someone normal

Says him anyways.

Husk HATES cats, and obviously… i think he would also let you pet him or brush his fur… after becoming in a relationship. Otherwise he’d literally bite you.

I think he would talk to you first at the bar, and man is he good at finding shit out???

I think you guys would become close friends within a finger snap-

And honestly become inseparable. Totally have backhanded shit to say and it would be so funny. (Great duo)

He definitely would be super proud of you for seeking help! He would say that not much people have enough balls to do that.

Honestly i also think Husk would enjoy painting too. He seems like a gambler but i think in his free time, something like painting would relax him?? Or atleast looking at paintings and analyzing them.

Your music taste? Probably same as his. He’d love to listen with you, and Everytime you are at the bar he’d ask if you wanted to play a song you both enjoyed.

If you learned the guitar he’d be SO IMPRESSED. Like “okay dayum… ❤️”

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY HUN!! And AWUGHS THANK YOU SO MUCH?? i always try to make the characters accurate because i feel like if they are ooc .. its just.. weird ?

[thevelominati]

Vengeance of the Moon Knight

Some written thoughts now, actually...

I was a little wary that Reese jumping into therapy with Andrea would feel a little contrived – it worked for Marc for obvious reasons, and as much as I’ve enjoyed Andrea as a character and how good she was for Marc, repeating her for Reese didn’t feel like it was going to be the most interesting move. I’m glad that’s not quite what it turned out to be come the end of the issue though, so Mackay’s once again proving himself as a thoroughly competent writer and I really need to stop kneejerk worrying about the directions he occasionally chooses to head in.

Aside: Reese still looks fucking awesome in the suit.

“Marc had two gods, neither of whom he was on good terms with.”

It’s a simple line, but I do appreciate it. I’ve said it before, but I’ve really enjoyed how Mackay has tried to pull through the battle with religion and identity (and Judaism/his upbringing) that was so present in the 80s run to the present, because it did feel like a lot of the 90s/00s dropped that in favour of specifically focusing on Marc’s issues and relationship with Khonshu which – yeah, interesting and dynamic, but it’s most interesting when you consider what it’s played off against. He’s not just a man with dubious mental health and dubious trauma processing skills who’s the avatar of an Egyptian god, he’s a Jewish man with all of the above and a contentious relationship with every god (and father…) figure he encounters!

Ben Grimm is so good, I love him. I love the fact that Jake played poker with him and Ben insisted on remaining a connection with Judaism for Moon Knight as a whole, regardless of Marc’s … everything.

I am interested in what kind of conversations Marc had about funerals/his death he did actually have with anyone else in the Mission though. How did it come up? Why did it come up? Did Reese and co strongarm him into having a discussion about ‘so, what the fuck actually happens if you die?’ because I’m not sure I can really buy him sitting down and having that conversation of his own free will.

I wondered if we were going to see Marlene and Diatrice, or Frenchie and co, but them not knowing Marc’s dead (unless it’s covered in the news and they find out that way, I guess) and no-one at the Mission having a way to get in touch with any of them makes sense. The only characters it doesn’t mentally make sense for IMO is Gena and Crawley – I can buy both of them (more Gena than Crawley) not wanting anything more to do with Marc and everything he brings into their lives, but I don’t think either of them would have moved away from NYC in the same way Marlene and Frenchie have evidently done so.

I do find it interesting to note that Marc apparently did speak about JP and the rest of them a little bit though, given the comment about “any of the old crew”.

I feel like there are probably some interesting thoughts to be had on how Marc viewed being MK as his debt, duty, and everything about his life, whilst Reese is very much ‘I’ve got a lot of (un)life ahead of me, this isn’t going to be what I do forever’ about it. Where Sterman expresses concern about how Reese is processing or not her grief, it feels like this is quite an IC way for Reese to process her grief.

Tigra! My beloved! I love the contrast between Reese and Tigra (also, Tigra’s arms, unf) and the reminder that Tigra can be very brutal herself. There’s a reason why Marc and Greer have always gotten along, after all! I also really appreciate how whilst Reese’s approach at this point is to try and reflect the way that Marc was, to an extent, trying to run the Midnight Mission, she’s not aware of how much Marc didn’t let her see his brutality and questionable methodology. She’s not necessarily got any illusions about the type of person Marc was, but she didn’t get the same type of exposure to how fucked up he could be and the amount of blood he could be willing to spill.

Which kind of brings us to her not recognising the ~~new Moon Knight. I am really excited for the potential of came back wrong! Marc and what that’ll mean for the Mission, but I don’t want to wait until Feb 14th…

(Also poor 8-Ball. Everyone forgets about him. Don’t worry Jeff, we love you…)

[tojikai]

I NEED A CIGARETTE!!!! No lie good for satoru for FINALLY sticking up for her. I’m glad he isn’t getting in bwtn her and Toji and lowkey giving her good advice. I think her and toji are at an awkward spot, especially (idk if you have mentioned if it’s his first time dating since his wife) but I think it is somewhat awkward/ can be taken the wrong way, the stuff he said to her especially when you take in y/n past with satoru. However they should’ve talked it out instead out fucking and bucking first. PRAYING MY SWEET TOJI AND Y/N MAKE IT THROUGH bc I still don’t think satoru and her need to be together. I just think satoru can eat pray love and still co parent with her bc he has caused enough damage you know. I do see what you are doing there with the flash backs and her thinking of this Mf lowkey during sex but I WILL hold on to absolute delusional faith till the end of time. NOW to gather Naomi and that wretched wrinkled bag of ash. You’re going to jail!! I hope when this man wakes up he calls his dad and has her on the next car out to Mf police station pronto and for his own Mf mother to come up with such a sick plan, I had to reread to make sure my eyes were working correctly …………. Just deplorable if you ask me. Naomi is just pathetic like how could you be so jealous of a mother trying to protect her child. You’re writing is seriously phenomenal idk how you do it ( if you are taking bribes to put toji and y/n together name the price and drop the Venmo I got you) jkjkjk but seriously chapter 5 was great will be rereading until chapter 6

"wretched wrinkled bag of ash"😭 the names that u give the antagonists in my fics PLS LMAO and yepp, toji's been w a couple of girls before yn. just a few girlfriends here and there, y'know him ;> and yep yn and toji reached a complicated spot. they previously had someone in their lives who gave them very cute "freebies"😭 the situation is kinda the same in terms like that but also different bc one is alive and the other isn't :(( there's a big similarity in their situation but also a big difference. as for satoru's mom and naomi, god. they're not thinking at all >:( anw thanksss so much <33 im happy that you enjoy it ~

[rodolfoparras]

Yes, Balkans too! And I'm studying English and literature!

And side note but I also just watched fnaf movie (my best friend's brother is a big fan and he forced us to go watch with him) and I loved it! I was only in fandom briefly when first two games came out and I sorta got back to it a bit when last game came out because my brother is also a fan.

Fully can see Mike as being bratty, whiny and absolutely the type to mouth off just so he can get his mouth stuffed with cock. I know he'd be so gorgeous on his knees and those big pleading eyes practically begging to be fucked 😩

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My ppl always seem to find me but I’m so glad friend 🫶🏻also hello that’s so cool? Friend may I ask what the literature major can look like in terms of programs and career opportunity? I’ve been torn between wanting to apply to uni for literature or just like do it my own way release my own little book and get into the career that way 🫶🏻

Im so glad you enjoyed it sugar!! Man seeing the animatronics on the big screen was so cool and also the damn songs the animatronics played were so catchy lord I’ve had one stuck in my head I don’t know the name but it’s like I know the secrets that you keep when youre talking in your sleep either way it’s been stuck in my head for days😭

SEE U GET IT he fought tooth and nail to have custody over his sister, he’s had to quit jobs/ lost jobs bc of behavioral issues, he doesn’t hold back when he shares his thoughts and feelings like this man wouldn’t go down without a fight and he’d love every second of it literally riles you up just so you can take him apart

Also side note that one scene with Vanessa where he tells her his childhood story was so random she was just like why shouldn’t I report this break in I cannot 😭