#but it is a veritable factory

[7hefear]

i think "just because its popular doesnt mean its bad" and "flash fire fandoms from tiktok will fuck you UP" can coexist as factual statements

[mama-scarebear]

Yes mommy. I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl. Please don't make me meet your sharp friends. ❇️

I thought so. You newer little ones seem to not be aware that I'm not just your run of the mill strict Mommy domme... I'll cut you and break you with my fists if need be. My being just a strict mother figure is my good side. You don't want my bad side. Don't search.

[mcmansionhell]

dome sweet dome

As some of you may know, I have been going to language school for the last few months in order to learn the world's most widely spoken and useful language: Slovenian. At this point, my Slovenian is about as coherent as, well, a McMansion. In order to feel better about myself, I have sought out a McMansion that is worse than my cases and word-order. This house (in Naperville, IL, of course) does, in fact, make me feel better, but will probably make you feel worse:

This Cheescake Factory house, built in 2005, boasts 5 bedrooms, 8.5 bathrooms and can be yours for the entirely reasonable sum of $3.5 million dollars. Also for some reason all the photos look like they are retouched with 2012-era Instagram filters.

First of all, trying to visualize the floor plan of this house is like trying to rotate seven cubes individually in my mind's eye. Second, if you stand right beneath the hole in the ceiling you can get the approximate sensation of being a cartoon character who has just instantaneously fallen in love.

Even if this was a relatively mundane McMansion it still would have made it into the rotation because of the creepy life-sized butler and maid. Would not want to run into them in the middle of the night.

The mural is giving 1986 Laura Ashley or perhaps maybe the background they use for Cabbage Patch Kids packaging but the floor? The floor is giving Runescape texture.

Have you ever seen so many real plants in your life? A veritable Eden.

The overwhelming desire to push one of the chairs into the haunted jacuzzi...but in reality they probably put those chairs there to keep from accidentally falling into the tub at night.

(elevator music starts playing)

This is one of the all time [adjective] rooms of McMansion Hell. I personally am in love with it, though I don't think I understand it. Perhaps it is not meant to be understood.....,

Continuing with the baseball theme, the guy in the painting looks how I feel after it's been raining in Ljubljana for two straight weeks. (Not ideal!!)

And finally:

We love a house that has four unused balconies and also a sporting grounds that is large enough to build a whole second McMansion on top of. Everyone should so value their health.

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[mothwingwritings]

I kind of would like to see a yandere Katsumi with a breeding kink. I’m usually the one to write him with one, but I’d like to see the way one of my favorite writers would write him ❤️

Anything for you, my darling! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ I missed writing for our dear boy. <3 Also, you know his ass would be *so* sly about it. This man isn’t gonna stop until your body is a veritable child making factory, irrevocably binding you to him whether you want to be or not. :)

WARNINGS:  Breeding kink, lots of mentions of babies (making/rearing) and pregnancy, dubcon, Katsumi blatantly lying to you and manipulating you to get what he wants for ‘your own good’ (of course :D).

NSFW so 18+ only please and thank you!!!

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It had been several days since you saw Katsumi, a weekend trip to see your family taking you away from him for the past three nights. Judging by his reaction when you walked through the door however, you would have thought months or possibly years had gone by since you last embraced, as he was on you before you even had the chance to give him a proper greeting.

“Missed you so much baby,” he murmured in between heated kisses, his hungry mouth moving from your lips to trail sloppy kisses across your cheek and down your neck, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

You giggled at his enthusiasm, pushing on him a little in an attempt to get him to ease up. “I missed you too Katsu, but can I at least make it two steps inside before I am assaulted with affection, please?”

“Impossible.” He responded simply, hoisting you up from the floor.  After he had successfully scooped you into his arms, he gave a small twirl, causing you to laugh harder. He made an exaggerated hustle to the living room, hauling you in tow. Gently he plopped you down on the plush sofa, making sure you were comfortable before positioning himself above you.

“There, happy?” he smiled, giving you a small kiss on the nose, “Now that you are safely and securely inside, do I have permission to continue?”

You sighed dramatically, giving a playful roll of your eyes. “Geez, you sure are needy today! But I suppose I can oblige your request just this once. Besides…” Your hand traveled up to cup his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his smooth skin as he leaned into you, savoring your touch. “It may have only been a few days, but you weren’t the only one feeling lonely.”

He took your words as an invitation to draw nearer, his warm smile radiating down on you as he pressed his lips to yours once more. Sweet, delicate kisses were quick to grow deeper, the intensity steadily increasing as you both sought to lose yourselves in each other.

…And you figured that would be the end of it. A hot and heavy make out session to welcome you back followed by cuddles, questions about the trip, updates on what happened while you were gone, and then maybe a very well deserved nap.

But Katsumi kept going, his hand slowly creeping under your shirt and across your stomach, stopping to paw at your chest. You gasped slightly at the sensation, causing him to release a pleased hum.

“Sensitive today, are we?” He teased you, his groping growing more feverish as he fed off your reaction. You whined as he pushed your shirt up past your chest, your bra following directly after, giving him free access to your bare chest. A chuckle rumbled from within him as his fingers pressed into your supple skin, your body twitching as his palms ghosted your nipples, thoroughly enjoying watching the reactions his subtle toying yielded. “You say I’m the needy one, but look how you are pressing against me, seeking me out. Even if you didn’t use your words to tell me how much you missed me, your body would have given you away.”

“Katsu” you hissed, squirming under each stroke of his hand, “please, can’t we at least wait till after I’ve settled in some?”

“This is settling you in,” he smiled, working until the top half of your clothing had been completely discarded on the floor. “How much more settled can you be than here in my arms, nestled up against me while we enjoy each other’s company?” He stopped for a second, briefly mulling over his words before adding “Well, I guess you’d be the most settled with me buried deep inside of you, but I’m working on that.”

Your face flushed at his brazen words, bunched fists pushing up against his chest in a small act of resistance. It wasn’t that you weren’t interested-your previous admission of loneliness wasn’t a lie. Your trip had only been a few days, but Katsumi had been busy for several nights preceding that, leaving you feeling deeply unfulfilled for well over a week. Toys and your own hands could only take you so far.

You could feel your resolve waning with each passing moment. Every kiss of his lips, every caress of his hand, every coaxing word spoken by his husky voice, was like torture to your love deprived body. In the midst of it all he shed his own shirt, making you damn near lose your mind with desire. What right did he have to look so good, like he was some kind of Adonis pulled from the pages of a romance novel? You shuddered as his eyes roamed the curves of your compromised form, shining with eagerness to drown you in pleasure.

He dipped his head back down to your chest, his gaze turning mischievous as his eyes bore into yours. His tongue lightly laved over your soft skin and you clenched your jaw to stifle a whimper, desperately attempting to calm yourself down. But despite your best efforts one slipped out when he gently bit down, his tongue swirling your nipple friskily. His free hand sought out your other breast, massaging it gingerly as he lapped and sucked to his heart’s content.

Losing yourself in his ministrations, it wasn’t until he began to tug at your pants that you started to come to, your haze of lust dissipating the further down your legs the clothing traveled. Once past the knees, your hands shot to his shoulders, garnering his attention.

“Katsumi, stop,” you tried to speak firmly, even though your voice still warbled with desire, “I’m not ready for this right now.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your stomach, continuing to undress you, “let me make you feel good, baby. You are worn out from the trip, right? I’m just trying to help you unwind~”

You gripped his shoulders tighter, “Katsu, please, I- I just think we should wait…” your voice trailed off, a red hue spreading across your cheeks as you spoke your next words, “Right now is… it’s kind of bad timing, you know? We’re in a bit of a danger zone if we do anything rash.”

You finished the sentence with a nervous laugh, hopeful that he would pick up on your true discomfort and drop the subject entirely. Unfortunately, your words didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest as he finished discarding your pants, now focusing on the panties that were destined to join them.

“You’re on the pill, right? It shouldn’t be a problem…” He shimmied himself down your exposed body, trailing kisses as he went, “besides, you don’t seem to be putting up much of a fight to stop me right now, so you can’t be that against what I’m doing to you.”

You looked down at him, pouting in reaction to his cheeky smile. “I shouldn’t have to fight you. You should just respect your beloved girlfriend’s wishes and stop on your own.”

Katsumi laughed, “You may have a point, but when you dangle a bone before a starving dog, he’s gonna make a move,” he gave you another once over, the heat of his stare causing your heart rate to quicken. “Looking the way that you do, you can hardly blame me.”

A jolt coursed through your body as you felt Katsumi’s fingers lightly graze your folds, a bright blush illuminating your cheeks as Katsumi gave another throaty chuckle. He planted a lingering kiss on your leg, “So fucking cute,” he spoke against your skin, his demeanor morphing from mischievous to downright lustful, “I know you want this too. I’ll use protection, OK?”

Before you had the opportunity to respond his fingers were pressing more firmly against you, teasing your entrance. A wave of heat rushed through your body, your hips bucking up involuntarily to receive more of his touch. Driven by your body’s reaction, Katsumi repositioned himself between your legs, quickly shedding his pants in the process.

Your whole body ached with desire as you watched him move above you, staring at you with longing eyes. You had witnessed him like this countless times before, but each time it happened you couldn’t help but gawk at him. Katsumi was flawless, strong, and handsome beyond compare. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder how someone like him even ended up as yours to begin with (though he always hated that insecurity of yours, stating if anyone were to feel that way in this relationship, it should be him).

Katsu was your biggest fan, the apple of your eye, the love of your life. You were both just as crazy about each other now as you were when you first met so long ago, wrapped up in some kind of never-ending whirl-wind romance you thought only existed in movies or fairy tales. You loved him so goddamn much, every moment with him was a moment to be treasured.

So when he lowered his mouth to your entrance, dragging his tongue languidly against your bare cunt, your body was quick to give in. You shuddered as his tongue worked its way inside of you, warm and inviting as it tenderly explored you. Your breathing grew erratic as his thumb moved to massage your clit, his hand and mouth working in synchrony to lead you to euphoria.

You knew where this was all headed, and even with Katsumi’s previous assurances you still felt unsure. You had been experiencing abnormal hormonal fluctuations, often times having a full on period when you knew the medicine you were on was supposed to be staunching it. You had been meaning to go to the doctor to get it addressed but something always seemed to be popping up, barring you from finding out the root cause of the issue.

You had tried to stress your concerns to Katsumi multiple times, but he always brushed them off by saying that you were both being safe and nothing would happen. You wanted to believe him, truly you did, but you knew how weak your resolve was in moments like this and his was even worse. How could either of you say you were doing all you could to prevent bringing another life into this world, a life neither of you was ready to raise or care for?

But even with all your misgivings, how could you ever tell him no? How could you ever not give in to your overwhelming need for him? The longer he touched you the more you felt as if you were losing yourself, ensnared by the bliss he was supplying you. You whined as his hand gripped your leg tighter, pulling you closer to him. You assisted by latching your hands to his hair, grinding yourself against his face as you chased your pleasure. He moaned against you in response, causing you to shiver.

In your haze of lust, you glanced down at him, watching as his feverish mouth worked its magic. Your blush deepened when his focus shifted back your way, his lidded eyes staring up at you had a bestial look to them as he fixated on you, thoroughly engrossed in eating you out. He was fueled by each twitch of your face, the furrowing of your brow, the look of growing ecstasy in your eyes, and you found his palpable desire just as exciting.

All of your tells were driving him to the point of insanity as he lapped at you, the bulge in his boxers growing painful as it strained against the pre-cum soaked fabric, desperate to be inside of you. “I need you now,” his voice was deep as he detached himself from you, wiping your slick from his chin with the back of his hand, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Katsu,” your voice was strained, missing his contact as soon as it was gone, “Katsu, I-“

“It’s OK baby,” Katsumi purred, cutting you off, “I told you I’ll take care of you, and I’m a man of my word.”

His baritone voice caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach, your entire body aching for him as he shed what remained of his clothing. He spat on his hand, giving himself a few cursory pumps before he slotted himself against you, dragging his hard cock tauntingly across your opening.

“Are you ready for me?”

Though your mind was muddled with desire, the fact that Katsumi was not sticking to his promise had not escaped your notice. A pang of fear spiked in your heart as you felt him start to enter you, the repercussions of this liaison sending anxiety coursing through your veins.

“W-wait, you said-“

Katsumi pressed his lips to yours, making you instantly swallow your protest. He pushed his way inside, causing you to whine against his kiss. He parted from you slightly, his breathing unsteady as he enjoyed the feeling of you enveloping him.

“I’m sorry baby, couldn’t wait,” he panted, moving his hips until he was completely sheathed inside of you, “you feel so fucking good.”

“Katsu,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the stretch of him inside of you, “please, I-“

Another kiss, “It’ll be OK, trust me.”

His voice was hurried, his words a means to pacify. They did little to assuage your concerns, but as you felt the slow drag of his length against your walls, your ability to dispute him was stolen from you. His thumb pressed against your clit, massaging the tender bud, coaxing your body back into a sense of mounting ecstasy that effectively killed any lingering protests.

You gasped as he thrust into you again, more forcefully than his initial entrance. He continued just as roughly, each deliberate stroke hitting you so deeply it made your head spin. Delicate whimpers turned into wanton moans as he pushed on, quickening his pace to an almost brutal degree. He leaned down, pressing his body against yours as he covered your neck with hot, open mouth kisses. His hands gripped the back of your legs, pressing them back so that he had access to plunge even deeper.

“So fucking perfect,” he panted into your neck, voice wavering with desire, “everything about you is perfect (name). I love you so fucking much.”

A particularly harsh push of his hips made you scream, a growl of pleasure rumbling from Katsumi’s throat. “And you’re all mine. I’m the only one that gets to see you like this, the only one who can make you feel this good.  And you’re the one who completes me, the only person that drives me to the point of insanity with how much I love you.”

At some point tears began to fall down your cheeks, the intensity of his love overpowering you as he imprinted himself into your very core. His affection was as intoxicating as it was formidable, and you found yourself being able to do little more than cling to him, crying over the potent mix of pleasure and pain he continuously hammered into you.

His hands snaked up your arms, entwining his fingers with yours in a vice like grip. Sweat coated his brow as his eyes caught yours in a heady stare. You could tell his release was imminent, the ability to speak chased away by his growing passion, a string of unintelligible praises and moans tumbling from his lips as his hips smacked lewdly against you.

A final wave of pleasure crashed upon you, taking you in its brilliance. Crying out in bliss, you tightened around him as you came, your entire body vibrating in complete satisfaction at Katsumi’s efforts. The reaction caused his hips to stutter, his voice roaring your name as he came, spilling himself deep inside of you.

For a moment you were lost in your buzz. Breathing heavily in his arms, a thin layer of sweat coated your battered body as you slowly regained your bearings. Katsumi stayed where he was, plugging you up as he planted lingering kisses along your face and collarbone, his praise never ceasing as he held you close.

“K-Katsumi,” your voice was weak as you came down off your high, a nagging feeling of disquiet once more taking root in your brain. You squirmed in his hold, trying to detach yourself from him and the softening cock he kept stuffed inside of you. “Katsumi, get off of me…”

“Hey now, if you keep moving around like that you’re gonna get me excited again,” he chuckled, your body jolting when he gave your breast a playful nip, “You already ready for round two? Naughty girl~”

“S-stop,” you pouted, upset that he was trying to joke around when you were in a clear state of distress, “What the hell even was that? I told you now wasn’t good timing…”

He laughed again, “As I said, you didn’t seem to really be complaining.”

You smacked him lightly on the shoulder, brows furrowing. “I’m not joking around Katsumi! It felt nice, but what happens if…” Your voice trailed off. Despite all you had just done, you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed as you confronted what could be a very real repercussion of your actions. “What if we get pregnant?”

“…Would it really be so bad?”

Your eyes shot back to him, taken aback by the nonchalance in his words. There was a serene smile on his face as he spoke them, as if bringing a child into your life was no big deal at all.

“We’re gonna have them someday anyway, aren’t we?” He continued to smile at you, nudging his nose against yours affectionately, “Does it really matter if we have them now or later? Another member of the Orochi family wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” He planted a small kiss on your lips, looking down at you with a sparkle in his eye. “Besides, you’d look absolutely gorgeous full of my children, don’t you think? Can’t say I’m not looking forward to you wobbling around all plump and pretty, there will just be that much more of you to love on.”

A deep red blossomed across your face, trailing down your chest. “Y-you know I’m not ready for all that Katsu, I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a kid right now.” You shook your head, giving him an earnest look, “We can’t do this, at least not yet. I, we are not ready for a commitment that big. We agreed on this already, right?”

He hummed thoughtfully as he took you in, an indiscernible look reflected in his eyes as they bore into yours. For a brief moment you felt uncomfortable with his demeanor, his silence making you feel almost as if something you said had bothered him and now he was upset with you. But just as you were about to confront him on it, his smile returned. In a swift movement he pulled out of you, pivoting his body around until he had scooped you up in his arms.

Pressed firmly against his chest, he planted a kiss on the crown of your head. “I’m sorry (Name), you’re right. I just can’t help but get carried away when I’m with you. I’ll try better to restrain myself in the future.”

You sighed, snuggling into his chest as you tried to dispel the feelings of concern that still wracked your mind. “It’s OK,” you spoke softly, the evidence of his transgression leaking uncomfortably from between your legs. “We’ll just have to be extra careful in the future, alright?”

As you rested against him, Katsumi was happy you couldn’t see the guilt that briefly permeated his features. He had total faith in his plan, knew that ultimately it was the right thing to do for not just him, but yourself as well. Yet still, hearing your blatant concern as you snuggled against him, held close by the man you trusted the most while you remained none the wiser to his plan… He couldn’t help but feel like the bad guy.

He grimaced as he tightened his hold on you, frustrated that you were making this so hard for him. You belonged with him. No one could make you happier than he could, no one could protect you or provide for you better than he could. Really, all of the fears you conjured pertaining to your inevitable future with him were your own fault, self-inflicted punishment you suffered for being so stubborn.

Every ideal and goal that you were so keen on pursuing were ultimately pointless in the grand scheme of things-Silly little distractions that you for some reason deemed as more important than creating a family with him. He tried not to let it gnaw away at him, but sometimes it was too hard to ignore.

The thought that you could just slip away someday, leaving him behind as you gave your love and your future to someone else, haunted him. He knew you loved him, it was undeniable. He was sure a break-up was the furthest thing from your mind, the loyalty you felt for him as unwavering as his was for you. And yet worries still plagued him. You were his happiness, his love, his light. Everything he did, he did for you. If one day your love for him dimmed, where would that leave him? What would be the purpose of life if you weren’t there by his side, experiencing it with him as you grew old together?

He couldn’t accept that, he wouldn’t. You were his, always and forever. But he needed an assurance that you would stay by his side for keeps, something bigger than spoken promises and more concrete than a ring on your finger. He needed something to bind you to him irrevocably, a sign of your lifelong love that was truly permanent.

And what was a better culmination of devotion and attachment than a baby? He always wanted to be a father, and from the moment he met you, he wanted to make you the mother of his children. It only made sense that one day, hopefully very soon, that goal would be realized.

In his home, fat with his babies, basking in his touch and his ceaseless love, THAT was the life you deserved and the only thing you should be focused on. If you weren’t going to recognize it on your own, of course he had no choice but to begin taking drastic measures. Swapping out your pills, sabotaging your doctor’s appointments, lying to you… he wasn’t proud of himself for having to do it, but his hands were tied. Any struggling or feelings of discontentment were ultimately entirely your own fault.

“…Katsumi? Did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry baby,” he startled at the acknowledgment, dragged back to earth by your questioning voice. “But I hear you loud and clear. I meant it when I said you have nothing to worry about. I’ll always keep your best interests at heart, I promise.”

[bluestjayy]

fck stop begging for comments on here all the damn time. i did like u as a writer but its getting so pathetic and annoying now jus begging constantly. Ur writing isn't that good for getting tonnes of comments anyway half the time Ur dragging plots and characters r so uninteresting probs coz Ur on here begging instead of writing properly. every update feels rushed lately it shows u don't even care anymore. just stop begging and focus on updating instead that's all pppl want

Hey anon, I normally don't respond to rude asks like these because I think what you want is the attention.

I especially don't usually respond to asks that have, in any way, anything to do with begging or demanding I update my fics (and I have seen an uptick in those in recent months) but I'm gonna respond to this one, and by proxy, all the others currently sitting unread in my inbox, and any future asks of this nature that may come my way.

Buckle in, this is a long one.

First, I'm going to assume by 'begging for comments' you mean the few posts I have been reblogging over the past couple of days that encourage readers on AO3 to engage with authors by leaving positive and thoughtful comments, and discouraging them from making unreasonable and impersonal demands. If this is the case then I would like to clarify that I am not 'begging for comments', rather I am supporting a community of writers like myself who are actual human beings who take several hours, days, even weeks, out of our very real lives in order to make something and share it with the world and for some reason are beginning to see a trend of entitlement slowly growing across our comment sections. A trend we wish to nip in the bud because, as I previously pointed out, fanfiction authors are real life human beings, taking time out of their days to make something, not machines on a factory line that churn out content at the behest of someone's demands. We want our fandoms and communities to be safe, supportive spaces where we can have fun. We don't want them to become workloads that begin to feel like full time jobs.

Secondly, to say my writing isn't all that good but in the same message tell me to update? Wild my guy. Truly. But let's keep breaking down AO3 comments/kudos/general feedback (such as this delightful ask you sent my way, I guess hoping it would make me want to update??) from readers and how this can affect an authors updates, this time using one of my favourite metaphors for this type of thing and see if it helps:

AO3 is a potluck. It's a backyard party. There is a veritable buffet at this party. My fic is the cake I baked myself to bring for all my friends to eat. One of my other friends brought potato salad. Another friend brought the punch. Everyone who is at this fun get-together brought something to offer at the buffet table.

Now, I might not like potato salad, but you know what I'm not going to do? Tell my friend to her face that her potato salad sucks and she never should have brought it. I'm going to politely pass on eating it, and be glad that all the people at the party who do like potato salad have something to eat. In the same vein, not everyone is going to like my cake, maybe the flavour is wrong, maybe I used too much icing, maybe they just don't like cake. But that's fine, they don't have to eat my cake. But if you choose to eat my cake, and find you don't like the flavour after taking a bite, then the polite thing to do is quietly stop eating the cake, and go and find something else to eat.

Do not seek me out and tell me to my face everything that was wrong with my cake, and why you don't enjoy it. Do not tell me to my face, that my cake sucks and you wish I'd never brought it.

Do you think telling someone that you hate the way they made a cake is a good and productive way to get them to keep making cakes for you? Or perhaps, is the way to keep an amateur baker wanting to bake, to tell them what you enjoyed about their cake. Even a simple, 'I really liked this cake' goes a long way.

And if you do like my cake, if you love my cake actually, do not then follow me home from the party and start demanding I make you cake all the time. I don't always have time to make cakes.

And just to cover all of my bases, because I am also seeing a trend of folk who think that sharing fanfiction online is the same as submitting manuscripts to publishers and that therefore criticism is allowed. It's not.

To continue to beat this cake metaphor. This is the difference between taking my cake to a party with friends (AO3) and taking my cake onto the Great British Bake off (A professional publishing environment).

If I wanted constructive criticism on my cake, I'd seek it out from expert bakers who know what they're talking about.

No one goes to a friend's party with a cake they made and wants to hear what they're doing wrong. Unless explicitly asked, keep your criticisms to yourself and put the cake down if you don't like it. It's so very easy to not eat a cake if you hate how it tastes.

Finally, a combination of both the points above, really, but I cannot stress this enough. These usernames you're sending anonymous asks to? The handles on AO3 you're writing comments for? They're people. They are human fucking beings that deserve respect and kindness. I am a human being. And sending what you sent up there to another person over fanfiction?? That's just mean, friend. That's just out and out cruelty. I have no other words to describe that.

I could give a flying fuck if you think I'm begging for comments. I could care less you wanna say my writing is terrible. At the end of the day, my writing is mine and I'm going to keep doing it because I find writing fun. It's a hobby that helps me de-stress from the horrors of my real life situations. Frankly, you should be begging me to stop because I have no plans to do anything but keep inflicting my drawn out plots and bad character writing on the world for as long as it keeps making me happy.

But I beg you to take a second off of social media today and think over what makes fandom- something that should be a hobby, a safe place to escape from the world- this serious for you. Because the kicker in all this? My friend, if you think what I post is annoying and my writing is bad, you can not see it. You can block me. You can click away from my stories. Your online space is yours to curate and no one, literally not a single person, is making you engage with things you don't want to engage with. Curate your space, fill it with people who aren't 'begging for comments', fill it with fics you think are really good and deserve to be told how good they are through wonderful comments. Please, I am begging you, because at the end of the day to live in such negativity must be so exhausting for you.

I've no idea if you, the original sender of this message will even read through all of this, but if you did, please, if not me, then any other fandom creators you come across going forward. Please treat them with kindness. Please respect that sometimes fandoms are spaces people hide in when their real lives are scary and frustrating and negative enough and all you do with messages like these is drive people away.

TL;DR: this is not the way you get more updates from fic authors, and further from that, it's not the way you treat anyone. Ever. Do better. Do much better.

[just--space]

The Great Nebula in Carina : In one of the brightest parts of Milky Way lies a nebula where some of the oddest things occur. NGC 3372, known as the Great Nebula in Carina, is home to massive stars and changing nebulas. The Keyhole Nebula (NGC 3324), the bright structure just below the image center, houses several of these massive stars. The entire Carina Nebula, captured here, spans over 300 light years and lies about 7,500 light-years away in the constellation of Carina. Eta Carinae, the most energetic star in the nebula, was one of the brightest stars in the sky in the 1830s, but then faded dramatically. While Eta Carinae itself maybe on the verge of a supernova explosion, X-ray images indicate that much of the Great Nebula in Carina has been a veritable supernova factory. via NASA

[luna-baby01]

Luna Gets the Biggest

You're stuck in bed full-time now, and you're not even pregnant... yet. It's been a year since you gave birth to a record-shattering set of vigintuplets that caused you to be put on bed rest by your doctor only a month in and get up to 1300 lbs. just before you gave birth, completely immobilized by your staggering pregnancy, your pregnant stomach pressing so hard into the ceiling that you were worried you might break through it. You had thought that you'd get above half a ton when you got pregnant this time, but you smashed that barrier with a combination of twenty whole fetuses spurring you on to eat yourself into a massive boulder of matronly maternal flesh and having virtually no significant movement during your pregnancy, stuck in bed, pinned down by your heaving belly, a turtle stranded on her back. An enormously fat and pregnant turtle, for sure. 400 lbs. of baby and amniotic fluid came out of you that day, slightly under a third of your total body weight.

The damage had definitely been done to your body, though. Being 900 lbs. postpartum left you stranded in bed, unable to get up without assistance, probably for the rest of your life. You lost a significant chunk of that, though, "slimming" down, if you could even call it that at this point, to 800 lbs. simply because you could not maintain that weight. Though even your non-pregnancy appetite was the stuff of legend now and your metabolism had slowed down significantly from what it was before your first pregnancy, there was simply no way you could eat enough to keep yourself that heavy. It wasn't even a question of breastfeeding, that alone wouldn't've been able to put a dent in your poundage, you just simply could not eat enough to keep yourself that fat without a clutch of babies in your guts.

Since you now have forty children, your house had now become too small for your absurdly large family and you had to move to a much larger one, having the walls of your room broken down to get your fat ass out of your old one. It was much more comfortable for you, your husband, and your teeming flock to be in such a large house, your children having enough room to play both inside and out, including with you. You couldn't do much. You couldn't even get up on you own power to see them, but your kiddos went over to you and loved their how soft their big cuddly mama was, and most importantly, they loved you. Of course, your new bedroom was much larger than what you were in at your old house, able to accommodate your mass as it was... and if you got bigger.

You and your husband weren't dumb, despite how overloaded your brain gets during pregnancy. You both knew that you were going to get pregnant again, and soon. Even though you're so fat you can't walk, your husband putting another ridiculous number of babies in your belly without incident would be inevitable, and you two chose your new house with this in mind. More room in your bedroom for you to grow and more bedrooms for your ever-increasing number of children. Your house was a mansion, which thankfully your husband was able to afford. How he was able to afford what only very few people on Earth would be able to buy was anyone's guess, but you decided to keep yourself ignorant of that fact in case it was something less than savory. You had more important things to think about, like getting your guts stuffed full of food, children, and dick. The one thing you missed about your old house was the creaky floorboards, but that wasn't really your concern then since you weren't able to walk anymore, anyway.

That did not keep you from thinking about how much of a dumb, bloated, fattened breeding sow you were and were going to become soon again, your entire existence dedicated to nothing but feasting, gestating, and fucking with absolutely nothing else on your mind during your pregnancies, a goddess of fertility in human form. A veritable human termite queen. That was when you were the happiest, and you were going to be that happy again. Both you and your husband were ready for you to grow even larger than even the behemoth you have become now. You're a greedy girl, your size alone made that obvious. You wanted some babies in your guts and you wanted them NOW!

Your husband, solely devoted to you, your children, and creating more of them, was rearing to get at you just as much as you were at him, even though you were a complete whale at this point. He had to do all the work, making you quiver underneath him. He got his jollies out of this, too, your soft body a waterbed of flesh bouncing around with each of his thrusts, you two waiting for his seed to turn your belly hard once again as it swelled with a new brood. Both of you were screaming in ecstasy. though thankfully (or perhaps it was something you missed) your moans and yelps during the throes of passion didn't cause as much of a commotion like they used to, with both your room and your house so big that those screams woke neither your children nor your neighbors, of which you had so much land attached to your house that you basically had no neighbors who'd be able to hear the freight train of fucking going on and make noise complaints like last time (something I forgot to mention).

"Get me pregnant, get me fucking pregnant!" you shouted, thinking of nothing else but your husband and the absolutely gargantuan cow he was going to turn you into with this new batch of children you were so eager for him to put inside you. "Make me massive! Get me all the way to a ton! Make me break down the walls of this room! I'm nothing but a baby factory designed to swell with children, and it's all for you!" the latter an uncharacteristically unselfish statement of you to make while in the middle of the horizontal mambo. You were greedy, and you liked being greedy. Your burning desire to swell enormous with child was driving you to this, but you did it for your husband, too. "Fill me with your seed and your children! FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP!!!" you screamed, about to know pleasure like you had never experienced before. The two of you, like all those other times before, did this for at least a week, keeping yourselves quite busy, waiting for the inevitable outcome.

And that moment was realized. A month after those marathon sessions with your husband, you found out you were pregnant again, because of course you were. You simply could not keep yourself from getting pregnant and turning into an enormous breeding sow. The cravings your new brood gave you had you eat yourself up to 900 lbs. again, your voracious maternity-induced appetite showing itself on your body once more. Your doctor, who had to keep himself from screaming at you for getting pregnant again, just wanted to make sure you were healthy at this point. And of course, the moment of truth you and your husband were waiting for had come. Waiting for the announcement of just how pregnant you were going to be and how massive you were going to get drove you insane, your mind pregnant (heh) with anticipation. Your doctor struggled to get a clear reading on the ultrasound through all of the fat on your stomach, but he got it. Forty embryos had been detected. You were having quadragintuplets. That thought sent you into orbit, having a set of consecutive orgasms on cue, your eyes rolling deep back into your head. You screamed at your husband that you'd get past a ton during the first of those steamy fucks that got you in this state, but now you think you were going to surpass even that. Thank God you got that new house, eh?

At the end of the first trimester, you were the size you were when you gave birth the last time, growing exponentially with each pregnancy. You were 1300 lbs., your belly more than three times the size of your body with forty fetuses inside of it, spurring you on to grow fatter and heavier with each orgy of food your husband helped you push past your lips. Your mind was truly mush at this point, both pregnancy brain and arousal driving you mad and unable to think about anything else other than getting food in your stomach, growing your babies, and lying back with your husband inside you making you scream wildly every few hours. The two of you simply could not be stopped from going at each other, or really your husband since you were powerless to stop him, but holy Hell, did you not want to stop him.

"God, I'm getting massive for you!" you screamed during one of the steamier fucks you had then. "I do nothing but have my face, womb, and pussy stuffed! I'm gorging myself all day long and getting fatter & heavier with your babies! They're making me so hungry I just can't stop! MMMM!!!"

"Are you going to get to a ton and burst the walls of your room like you said you were?" your husband replied, wanting to drive you as mad with lust as possible.

"YES! YES! I'M GOING TO BLOW UP AND MAKE THIS ROOM EXPLODE! KEEP FEEDING ME! KEEP STUFFING ME! KEEP FATTENING ME! KEEP ME PREGNANT! KEEP DOING THIS TO ME OVER AND OVER! MY BELLY WILL NEVER BE EMPTY AGAIN! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

The two of you made a serious mess of your bed, coming down from a high that was simply indescribable. You HAD to keep doing this. You just had to.

The end of the second trimester was even better. Your stomach was now twenty feet above your head, and you still didn't come anywhere close to filling the confines of your room, making sure to make that room as large as possible to accommodate your ludicrous pregnancies. This was not normal, but you were used to things not being normal ever since you first got knocked up with decuplets and ate yourself into an elephantine food balloon. You were truly a hippo. A heifer. Fattened up at the irresistible insistence of that legion of babies kicking at you to keep on gorging. Your husband made good on his promise, keeping you filled up both with comestibles and himself. You obviously couldn't reach around to pleasure yourself anymore. You had that happen before when you got so heavily pregnant you couldn't reach around your stomach, but that became permanent since your got pregnant the third time, with you already so fat and so pregnant that that would never become a possibility for you again. You were burning with a need that only your husband could fulfill because you couldn't do so yourself, and boy did he do his best to satisfy you. Even you two were shocked at how you were able to go at it so many times in one day, let alone at all. Your husband practically never left your side except to order all of your chefs around or bring the children of yours not currently gestating within to you when you wanted to see them or they wanted to see you, marveling at the mountain of a woman your husband had turned you into, knowing that there would be twice as many of them as there are now. Your pleasure was completely at the mercy of your husband, something that actually got you turned on more than you thought it would. You needed him, and he needed you.

Time went both slow and fast for you. Slow enough for you to savor being trapped underneath a boulder of a belly and an avalanche of fat, but it was still too fast for you, knowing that it would all be over in just a few months. You wanted to be this pregnant forever, not wanting to shrink back down ever again. You just wanted to keep a gaggle of children inside of you forever, growing ever larger for all eternity, but you knew that wasn't possible. That thought kept you going during the rare instances when your husband wasn't waiting on you sexually, which you needed constantly. It's a nice fantasy, but it couldn't be made into reality. Or could it?

That thought would have to be set aside for now, though. You had finally arrived at your due date, and just like the last three times, nary a contraction had graced your uterus. Your stomach, hard as a rock even with all that fat on it, surged thirty feet above your head. You were truly nothing but a machine designed for glutting on fattening food and making babies. A complete lack of self control when it came to food and sex got you here, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it, nor did you want to. You were in horny delirium at all waking hours, your babies growing fat in your womb making you wonder how much more food you could stuff into yourself, the hormones they controlled making you salivate at the thought of wiping an all-you-can-eat buffet bare, a one-woman swarm of locusts. And this was all your husband's doing, your mind being manipulated to this extent to crave both food and sex at all hours of the day, and all because he stuck his dick inside you & fertilized you with his seed. Forget about a human termite queen, you were way past that at this point. Your gargantuan body filled with babies took up almost a third of your room now, but still you wanted to get even larger, consequences be damned! A ton came and went. You were more than 2,000 lbs. of breeding sow filled with babies making your bed groan under your weight whenever you moved slightly or even whenever one of your children kicked inside of you. The loss of not hearing the floorboards creek underneath your girth whenever you waddled around more pregnant than ever was more than made up for by this. And it was only going to get better.

The time for your customary induction two weeks after your due date had arrived, and you were somehow even more massive than before. You grew more quickly in that time than you ever had before, your belly rounding out to a total of thirty-three feet thrusting above your head and gorging yourself up to a long ton. You were physically ready to give birth, but not mentally. Not that you weren't mentally prepared for the struggle of giving birth, that wasn't it. Unlike the last three times, you weren't mentally prepared to stop being pregnant. You didn't want to know of anything else but pregnancy, constantly growing until the end of time. You had to figure out how to make that happen, Lord knows you've already accomplished the impossible with a quadragintuplet pregnancy and reaching a weight never once held by a human being before. But right now, your body had to get those kids out of you, and you brought forty new wonderful lives into the world.

Lying there, exhausted from the ordeal of childbirth and just there no being not exhausted from being so fat, you were already thinking about how you were going to get knocked up again, and this time permanently.

Fin

I have reached my ultimate form as a 1 ton baby factory🥵🥵🥵

[theunderestimator-2]

Lou Reed performing at Copenhagen in September 1973, as captured by Jan Persson.

"For that 1973 world tour, Reed had put together a fantastic and very energic band they were all from Detroit and they all knew their business. The concept of the tour was to deliver «Berlin» to an eager public. As Reed had been musically brought up in the Warhol’s factory, he had become a master of manipulation and he knew how to bring the hysteria element within his crew. Very high on diverse drugs, Reed silently enjoyed it when all his staff, manager, musicians, roadies and friends, fussed around his person. Andy Warhol had found out the lights concept by himself: «What is needed» suggested the Pope of Pop» is to borrow the light effect conceived by Albert Speer» for what will later be known as the «Hitlerian ceremonies»: White light spots, (whiter than white) and with a tremendous intensity all focussed on Lou Reed on an immense black background. And that’s what they did. The Tour started on September 17 at the Paris Olympia, with eleven European dates to follow. On stage, Lou Reed was wearing black leather. His face was a livid mask and he had an Afro. In Amsterdam, the bootlegers stroke, and realeased a Pirate album called «RocknRoll Animal» That made him laugh and «now here is a title for me» will he declare. Every nights, his big black Mercedes will take him to different venues, and every nights, he’ll arrive at the last moment. And his Roadies had to practically carry him up on stage where he had to stagger to reach the mike. The tour was a colossal success thanks particularly to his guitarists who had found a way to «metallize» his repertoire. His band was driven by an tremendous rhythm section: the drummer Pentti Gian played ocasionally with Steppenwolf, and the bassist Prakash John, had just resigned from Funkadelic to be replaced by Bootsy Collins. The lead guitarist Dick Wagner, had debuted with Frost, a band used to the Grande Ballroom. And so that’s why Steve Hunter was the perfect counterpart: a veritable virtuose who loved to put danger in his technique. Hunter, had once belonged to Detroit (behind Mitch Ryder) and already in the old days he used to cover the Velvet Underground «RocknRoll» on a rather hard mode, and that’s been the option adopted from the beginning to the end of that mythic tour. Every night the two guitarists will have guitar duels in front of eager crowds. Lou Reed was taking all kind of drugs, and his roadies will confess: he took everything coming his way: coke, speed, weed, valium and Johnny Walker Black Label and the roadies had to hide bottles for him into the amps. Rock critics will put it that way: «It’s been like a black mass into a Gothic Cathedral with Heroin as a God». jltambo.wordpress.com

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[teruel-a-witch]

the show never gave us a high school reunion episode which is a staple of procedurals/crime dramas so I came up with one, that's why the dialogue is in script format(ish)

the body of danny's high school guidance councillor is discovered on the school grounds, all ties lead to a huge pool of potential suspects including former students and teachers and maybe even a janitor with mob ties. too many suspects with skeletons in their closets are likely to lie to the police and the case could easily go unsolved.

luckily, danny's 20 year reunion is coming up, so he is asked by the local pd to go undercover and secretly question his classmates because they are more likely to spill the secrets if they don't know they are being investigated, as people love to gossip at this kind of events.

danny initially didn't want to go to the reunion which bummed steve out because he was hoping to tag along and get some of the high school experience he had missed out on, and maybe find out some more about danny's life before they met.

steve: i don't get why you hate the idea so much.

danny: i know my wicked good looks and charming personality may lead you to believe i was popular in high school, but that was not the case. of course, you wouldn't get it, i bet you had girls fighting to the death for the pleasure of going to prom with you.

steve: *looks down* we didn't have one at the academy.

danny: right, sorry, forgot you came off the conveyor belt at the factory fully formed. most of us regular flesh and blood humans don't wish to revisit the awkward teenage years. but that's a moot point right now, i gotta help my buddie at the newark pd.

and so steve ends up tagging along. for back-up, of course.

(picture steve and danny standing in the ballroom at the reunion as danny explains to him the veritable who and who of his former classmates/suspects)

former prom queen: so where is the lovely mrs. williams?

danny: *looks at steve across the room talking to some people* he's over there. i let him keep his own name, because i'm nice like that. babe?? come over here, don't make me look like a loser who came to his high school reunion by himself.

of course, steve plays along, even tho initially danny rejected the idea of posing as a couple but he understands that being divorced already makes danny feel like a failure on his own, he doesn't want to give the former mean girls material to make fun of him some more. especially because danny has told him he had asked one of them to prom and not only did she laugh she told all of her friends and they all agreed he was punching above his weight.

truth be told steve is all too happy to escape the unwanted attention of soccer mums and some of their bi-curious husbands that were circling him like a bunch of hungry vultures. he would much rather be danny's pretend husband (if it's as close as he gets to the real thing)

everyone cooes over steve and danny, even tho danny knows most of them would not have been this progressive in the 90s, so he privately sneers at what a bunch of hypocrites they are. a part of him, however, enjoys the clear jealous looks of former beauty queens turned soccer mums and bitter divorcées, because yes, he, danny williams, can pull a gorgeous navy seal, whom all of them tried to hit on when they first came on scene, so who's punching about his weight now, brenda?

eventually, they find the information they need, as well as reveal a bunch of other unrelated secrets, and there's even an impressive suspect take-down. danny is grateful that steve helped him get through this unpleasant reunion and vows to somehow make up for one milestone steve had missed out on.

steve: ready to go home?

danny: not quite yet. the principal scheduled a do-over dance after that whole fiasco, and i wondered maybe you would like to go with me? it's not exactly prom but ...

steve: *is touched* i would be lucky to go with you.

danny: who says you are getting lucky after?

steve: *blushes* i didn't mean ...

danny: relax, who knows where the night takes us, i always wanted to make out with the quarterback under the bleachers *he winks*

steve assumed danny was joking (he wasn't) but they still spent a nice evening. they didn't have to maintain the cover anymore but neither felt like ruining the fantasy so they even slow danced to 'i'll stand by you' by the pretenders. if only had steve requested another '95 hit - bon jovi's 'always' danny would have proposed on the spot, but alas, they were still bound by restrictive tv gods.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Some Assistance Required

Moxxie was never sure how or why he found himself going through with somethings in his infernal hellborn life. When it came to hits, it'd usually be Blitzo reminding him not to be a putz and pull the damn trigger. Millie of course was just never someone he could say no to which is likely how and why their sex life was as raunchy and kinky as it was. Which of course brings him to the other particular women in his life and social circles.

Case in point being Verosika of course and how she convinced him to where he currently was at, here and now. At the personal home and headquarters of Asmodeus himself, yes indeed our resident best imp boi was currently in the Lust circle and right at the King of Lust's doorstep. Now as to why and what he was going here at Ozzie's of all places is easy enough to explain as our modest shy little imp gentleman walked down a corridor behind his current host and guide. Doing his best not to stare at well anyone or anything which was no easy task as a lot of the decor from the artwork to the architecture had something erotic or sensual about.

But really what do you expect from the domestic HQ of the lust king himself? Even his staff were a veritable assortment of eye candy such as the employee currently leading him around to where he needed to be. To say she was temptation on legs was an understatement as those aforementioned parts moved so sleekly and smoothly, leading up to a booty barely contained within a tight mini-skirt and exposing a thong. He didn't quite catch her name but she didn't seem to mind or was bothered none, no doubt this was just a matter of business anyways.

For the sake of convenience of course, let's give her the name Candy because damn if she didn't look as sweet as she sounded. Unbothered or unknowing of any ogling from Moxxie's wandering eyes on her backside as she looked over her shoulder at him. their footsteps clicking and echoing along the corridor floor as they came to a simple set of office doors. Moxxie being the gentleman he was of course took to opening it for her, stepping aside to let her through first which was very much obliged.

Candy:*sigh of relief as she put down some boxes she'd been carrying. All baring the distinct grinning face of greed King Mammon indicating a recent shipment delivery pending approval.* "Alright then sir if you just take a seat and relax, we can get this over and done with." *the bespectacled succubus watched Moxxie nod as he went to take a seat in a room that resembled the examination office of a doctor. Internally wondering what Ms.Mayday was thinking when she made this appointment.*

This particular office you see was what you might call the measuring room where Ozzie's dildoes and similar sex toys had their moulds designed and made. Verosika had been telling Millie it'd be a mint maker of an idea if they got the Lust King's factory to make and sell sex toys based on Moxxie's dick. So naturally Moxxie could only hold out for so long against those sensual puppy eyes from either of them to ay nothing of similar friendly advice from Loona, among others. Ozzie had no issue with the appointment and it was Candy's job to handle the details such as measurements.

But Candy of course was in sceptical about this job and from her perspective? How could she not be given that this job involved taking details about some imp's dick, and Moxxie was definitely had to be a among the runts of a litter of them. But Verosika herself had requested and commissioned for this orde and Ozzie had approved the appointment so orders were orders. So she might as well see this through and maybe at least stroke the little guy's confidence with some praise, it'd be as simple as faking an orgasm for some shrimpdick.

Candy:*taking out a camera, notepad and pen and some measuring tape, along with some rubber gloves for good measure, just in case.* "Okay then sir, let's start nice and easy now. Just unzip your fly and whip it out please and I know you know exactly what I mean..." *the succubus assistant said matter of fact-like, her tone no-nonsense. Admittedly the imp did look adorable with that dumbstruck exp[ression on his face. A shower for sure....*

Moxxie of course calmed himself down, a simple inhale and exhale as he reached down and fiddled with his pants. Deciding for good measure to just ditch them boxers and all so Candy could have a more better and clear view. The succubus hummed rather approvingly since for such a runty little imp, he had some muscle definition on him, especially some nice legs. Then she heard a meaty heavythud, glasses askew as her eyes bugged out at the sight before her.

Candy:*As she thought to herself.*”HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! THAT’s his DICK?! How did he even fit into his pants?!”*The length, the girth of that shaft was surreal!! His nuts as smooth as ball bearings and th size of golf balls and it wasn’t even hard yet!! Eyes glued to that twitching meat rod as she felt her thong soak.*

Moxxie:”Uhm Miss? Hello there, is there a problem?” *Our favourite little possum asked out of concern. Yeah he wasn’t surprised to see this kind of reaction, seems wasn’t a lot of guys let alone imps who had his size. But Something in him gave him the feeling this measuring was about get very hands on. Seeing Candy shake her head as she came back to earth or rather hell.*

Candy:”Ooh right sorry ah yes!, let me just get right on it!!”*Soon as she said that, she picked up the measuring tape and proceed to use it as she measured the overall length, width and girth of Moxxie’s womb-hammer. Biting her lip sensually at how impressive it was, the scent intoxicating. And this was before it even gets erect! Rubbing her thighs together as she felt all sticky and soaking.* “W-well that’s good so far but I think I might need more…accurate details….”

Before Moxxie could ask what she meant by that, Candy gently but firmly grasped his cock as she began to beat and stroke it off. Making him shudder and gran as unable to help himself, his cock stirred as it began to stiffen. Candy looking on in awe as it seemed even bigger now, drooling slightly as she used the measuring tape while stealthily and playfully using it to stroke and massage it. Making note of the key details when both flaccid and erect before she snapped some pictures. Ensuring she got every distinct detail from the immense tip to those heavy balls and even that powerful looking perineum muscle.

Moxxie:*cleared his throat slightly as he caught Candy's attention, the bespectacled succubus looking flushed.*"Uhm miss, not to interrupt but is it time yet for making the mould? It's sort of awkward for me at the moment..."*The Imp modestly asked, his traitorous dick twitching being so close in proximity to a succubus hitting bitch in heat mode. Puzzled as she suddenly cracked a rather sensual smile, biting her lower lip as she stood up..and reached under her skirt to pull down her thong. Stuffing it into his shirt pocket as she grabbed his cute little bowtie, pulling him close towards her.*

Candy:"Well pretty much but not just yet. I...really want to give this thing a spin before we get to that process. I got to be honest, a dick like yours is too good to pass up and I'm not missing out..." *Soon as she finished that sentence, she proceed to press her lips to his. Kissing him with all the absolute thirsty passion and desire that had been building up within her since feasting her eyes on that COCK!! Moaning with delight as she felt the imp return the gesture, his hands grabbing her commando booty and firmly squeezing it. Their tongues dancing together as they soon got down to stripping one another naked.*

Candy of course was more than pleased to find that Moxxie not only had size but he damn well sure knew how to use it. As he performed a standing fuck, one hand on her luscious booty while the other hand one of her sensual toned legs draped around his waist as he pumped his shaft into the eager, sexually heated embrace of her pussy. And she fucking loved every second of every inch piston and hammer in and out, the slap of those heavy balls as they got soaked with her juices, unholy father he made her cum just from the moment of penetration. There wasn’t incubus anywhere half as good let alone as well hung, his dildo mould was going to be a hit seller and then some!

But for the moment she was more focused on enjoying this Imp’s satanic cock, eyes glowing with pink hearts symbolising how utterly fucking horny she was on her brain. As she jumped up into his embrace, arms and legs wrapping around him as he held onto her ass, their lips deepening their sloppy kiss as he pinned her against the wall. Jackhammering away as Candy felt the walls of her pussy cling to that shaft, massaging it with the need and desire to coax his seed to flow. A primal part of her brain hearing to bred by this shortstack alpha male, unaware their little tryst was about to draw some attention.

Right about this time a few minutes into Candy getting herself erotically acquainted with Moxxie and his dick, one of her co-workers, a succubus by the name of Ariel Somerville was going about her usual business routine, carrying a fresh supply of towels because of course their workplace had a need for such necessary materials. The tomboyish sexy cutie clad as always in her apron, thing and thigh highs which proudly displayed her hellborn assets and a bit on her mind. Pouting as she thought to herself about how bad a dry spell she’d been having lately, you’d think a succubus working in the king of lust’s factory wouldn’t be having so much difficulty getting laid. Some people just had better luck it seemed, pausing as she noticed the door to the measuring room open a crack….and the distinct telltale sounds and scents of sexual energy.

Ariel knew all too wel what they said about cats and curiosity but few remembered what they also said of cats and satisfaction, as the pixie cut toting sexy demon placed down the stack of towels and had herself a peek. Eyes widening as she blushed at at the sight of Candy getting what could only be called the best goddamn lay of her life, Ozzie’s pretty horny little assistant currently bent over a desk as the imp the towel girl would later know as Moxxie took her from behind. The angle and view a giving Ariel enough to see their loins joined in the intimate passionate dance of man and woman, as Candy was getting plowed by what to be most delicious cock she’d ever laid eyes on. Thanks especially to a mirror across from the rutting pair of course, she could see the look of blissful satisfaction and ecstasy on Candy’s face though the words coming from her definitely made it clear how well fucked she was getting and loved, every goddamn second of it.

Candy:”Ahn!! Fuck me daddy!! Don’t stop!! Oooh unholy father fucking rut me and make me go on maternity leave!! Make me a mama for your imp babies!!”*Just among the many profane words that came out of her lips and she meant them. Gasping with delight as Moxxie smacked her ass before he would grab her hair of her horns. Who knew this gentleman looking imp could be so rough, she loved it!! So into it that she hadn’t yet noticed their new voyeur.*

Ariel couldn’t look away, really it’s not like voyeurism wasn’t a thing in this workplace, well that is except when it came to Ozzie and his clown imp boy toy. But that’s neither here or there, as the towel girl bit her ower lip sensually, rubbing the cameltoe of her thong, feeling it soaking from the flow of her nectar. The sight, the sounds, the erotic musk of this rutting she was witnessing, where in the 9 circles were they hiding this stud? All she knew for certain was she so wanted a piece of that action so damn bad.

Silent pants and gasps escaped the apron clad succubus as she continued to spy on the primal scene before her with rapt attention. Her arousal skyrocketing as she envisioned herself in Candy’s place, wondering what sort of faces she’d be making. Just how filling and deep that womb hammer would get, the taste of his seed on her tongue, it was making her so damn wet right now. Thighs soaking and sticky as her juices flowed, hand now down the front of her thong as she plunged 3 digits knuckle deep.

As Ariel’s voyeurism continued to take her brain to very primal places of desire, Candy was continuing to get her underworld rocked, hitting climactic peak with little to few valleys. Currently finding herself held in a full nelson postion to her delight at finding Moxxie quite strong for his height snd body size. Moaning and gasping orgasmic as the imp bounced and pumped her up and down on his cock as she felt like she’d been reduced to his glorified cock-sleeve and she was loving it!! Before soon the delicious thrill of his white hot seed hit her like the crash of a tidal wave, body spasming as that raw length and girth let loose like a geyser, pouring Moxxie’s baby batter into her womb’s embrace.

The imp boi steadied his breathing as he held onto Candy, letting her down nice and easy as she held onto the desk for dear life. The afterglow making her legs shaky as she shuddered, feeling that cock withdraw from her snatch with inch after inch popping out. Soaked and glistening with a mix of their juices as she pouted adorably looking over her shoulder with continued thirst and desire. Still so hard and practically calling to her before she blinked to see an arm wrap around Moxxie’s waist while another reached around to grasp and stroke his cock.

Both she and the imp looked to see Ariel kneeling down behind him, her facial expression one of a total desire and need. Pink hearts glowing in her eyes as she panted like a bitch in heat, her apron and thong cast aside as she was naked save for her thigh high boots. Pumping that juice soaked lubed up cock, feeling her palm and fingers wet and sticky as she pressed her face against his stomach to kiss and lick his abs. Her golden heart infested eyes looking at Moxxie with absolute intent that said she was down to fuck.

Ariel:”Hey there, couldn’t help but invite myself in. You look like could still go and she looks like she needs a breather. So come on there Imp daddy….fucking breed me..”*The direct expression of desire to want him to knock her up made Moxxie groan. He couldn’t but wonder if he was developing some sort of fetish before he found Ariel proceeding to fellate him. Gladly making herself suffocate as she sought to deep throat him right off the bat. Her tongue constricting around that alpha imp dick as she tasted the delicious mix of his jizz and Candy’s pussy juices.*

Moxxie:”Ooh crumbs what is even my life right now…”*He more or less said to himself not that he was complaining mind You. In awe of Ariel’s lusty blowjob that he decided to show appreciation and gratitude the best way a succubus like her would love. As he grasped one of her horns and her short cut hair and began to buck and thrust away. Making her squeal with delight as he was facefucking her, making her choker snap as those heavy balls slapped her chin and her neck bulged from his jackhammering length and girth.*

Candy sat on the desk as she caught her breath, moaning as she squeezed one of her tits in one hand while the othered probed and prodded her own pussy. Which was dribbling and overflowing with some of Moxxie’s precious seed, seeing Ariel’s slit gush like a waterfall as it made a growing puddle on the floor. She couldn’t really fault the towel girl for being so needy and horny if this was how hot she got watching. If anything it made her all the more eager for her next turn as she licked her lips, looking forward to seeing how Ariel would handle having that cock pump som buns into her oven.

she didn’t have to wait long for an answer, as soon as the succubus towel girl had gotten enough of her oral sampling, she was finding herself on cloud ducking 9. As she was currently riding Moxxie cowgirl style, shuddering whenever the gentleman stud Of an imp would smack her ass or reach up to squeeze her bouncing tits. All the while she moved her hips on that infernal cock, drowning those balls in the pillowy comfort of her ass and her showering juices. Her stomach swollen from how deep his length and girth filled her as her tail entwined with his, knowing it was only going to get better from here especially when he hasn’t even cum yet.

Ariel:”Ahn Daddy yes!! Make me your baby mama!! Aaahn slap a collar and a leash in me and call me Lassie!!” *Just among the few words and sentences coming out of the succubus’ mouth as she was now taking him from behind. Feet practically lifting off the ground from how hard and powerful Moxxie’s pelvic thrusts were as she clung onto the changing area curtain for dear life. An ahegao expression on her face as her sex demon brain had entered into the primal yearning to have this alpha male of an Imp knock her up. Gasping as his balls swayed and smacked her clit, the baby factories a ticking time bomb.*

Candy of course continued watching on with voyeuristic delight as she played with her slit with one hand while the other held her phone. Snapping pictures and recording a video, justifying it mentally as needing material to advertise the future best seller that would be the dildo made from the mould of Moxxie’s dick. Her train of thought hitting pause as she heard a ringtone, looking to see what had to the Imp’s own phone sticking and ringing out of his coat pocket. Fishing it out with her tail as she answered it to see none other than the most important lady in Moxxie’s life appear on screen.

Millie:”Hey baby, hope that appointment is going okay, is it taking a whi-say who are you?”*The wrath imp shortstack looked all cute and confused as to why instead of being greeted by the face and voice of her husband, she instead saw some other woman. Candy blushing and wide eyed as a deer caught in the headlights more so as it was clear Millie could hear Moxxie and Ariel in the background. Only for the succubus to be surprised when the imp babe got a lewd, erotic smile on her faces, eyes narrowed sensually as she spoke in a more husky tone.*"Well, go on? Let me see him in action...."*Candy didn't have to ask or be told twice as she did so, the phone turned around to show her just the right view at the moment.*

Ariel:"Ooooh fuck fuck fuck!! Harder Daddy!! Mess up my guts!!" *The towel girl howled as the hell's best kept sexual secret weapon had her in a mating press. Her thigh-high clad legs pushed back so her ankles were on either side of her horned pixie cut head as Moxxie plowed away like the genetic jackhammer he was. Millie getting a fine shot of her man's cock piston in and out of that sloppy snatch as she licked her lips. Candy soon hearing moans as it became clear Moxxie's wife was now playing with herself, meaning this little unexpected threesome got just a little more fun and spicy.*

Indeed as soon as Ariel had gotten herself a creampie pumped into her oven, things levelled upas Ariel set up hers and Moxxie's phones. The latter set to keep giving Millie her visual window to the action while the former was set to continue with recording as it snapped pictures in between (for reference she liked to keep claiming) as the Meganekko succubus leapt back into the fray. Moxxie now finding himself in the midst of a threesome with two very horny succubi, not that this was his first rodeo doing so. Hey given the women in his life, threesomes with 2 women especially a succubus or more was always a guarantee for him.

But I digress as we come back to the pornographic action, Candy and Ariel's eyes alight with pink glowing hearts as they shifted between two on one to having one on one in turns whenever one of them needed a moment to catch their breaths. After all it seemed Moxxie didn't just have staying power but was also quite the stamina machine in Imp's clothing, so it was small wonder their brains had entered this primal state of mind. Acting akin to bitches in heat who courted the attention of this prime virile hunk of an alpha male to keep fucking them until they were sure they'd be carrying his babies. And Millie of course wasn't surprised, that's just the kind of magic touch her Moxxie had with women.

What a touch of magic it was as one moment Ariel was sitting back against a wall, legs spread as Candy had her face pressed against her snatch. Eating her out as she delightfully licked and lapped up the excess flow of their imp daddy's seed as said imp stud fucked her doggy style. The next, the glasses toting babe was riding him cowgirl style on the medical couch bed while Ariel sat on his face having him eat her out, their moans echoing in the room as dick and tongue respectively kept them hitting a climactic high. Leaning towards each other as they kiss, making out with shared desire for their stud and a growing fondness for one another in the throes of passion.

In some warped lewd away, it was if as this spontaneous little threesome with Moxxie was akin to a Cupid's arrow for the succubus duo, seemingly finding one another in their shared lust for the imp stud after years of having worked in the same building together. Which only served to further fuel their horny states of mind to erotic gratitude and appreciation for the imp for not only giving them so much pleasure but bringing them together like this. Often holding one another's hands or horns affectionately whenever one of them was having their solo round with him. Or embracing one another such as their current position as they laid on their sides, hugging each other, tits pressed and rubbing together as he fucking between or into their joint pussies in turn.

Millie had course just gotten more turned on with her peepshow, at one point having gotten her busy little hands on Loona. Currently scissoring the gothic looking hellhound as she now had a fellow spectator in watching their man's latest sexual conquest. The office a mess with the walls and floors coated in a sticky mix of sexual juices and sweat as the succubus duo recovered after their most recent simultaneous orgasm. Eyes locked on one another as they pressed their crimson booties together on Moxxie's cock, massaging his jizz and nectar soaked dick to coax some more cream out of him and keep him in the mood.

Now of course candy would eventually get back to business on making that mould....that is soon as Moxxie would snap Millie a few pictures on his phone of herself and Ariel. A little something for the memory book as the duo posed sexily and seductively, already planning for more fun soon as that mould was made. It would be no surprise that as soon as it got on the production assembly line and hit adult store shelves, the special brand-M Imp Dildo would prove to be quite the hit seller, very popular among lesbian couples, single women and bored, lonely housewives in hell. But that's for another story down the line.....

Unknown to the trio of course was that outside the door that the towel girl was sure she'd had closed behind her? Ozzie was actually watching them, as well as his not exactly best kept secret boyfriend Fizzie, the odd couple tilting their heads with curious puzzlement. Rather impressed of course as the Lust king turned to his clown boytoy and couldn't help but ask

Ozzie:"Now where was this when they were at my club?"

[dawnsinging]

Serenas Dawnsinger clawed her fingers up through the ebon waves of her own hair, trying to stop the flow of her own tears. She felt so childish here, staring at the mirror and at her own reflection, a veritable mess. She'd done so well to apply the fine liner to her eyes, and it was so quickly ruined. She'd always been a crier. Crying when happy, when sad, when angry, when her brother just blurted out that he loved her on a whim, then left to help with the other Sunreavers at the site of a somehow crashed Dalaran. There was a stupid faucet in her eyes, and she had never learned how to turn off the waterworks when they would begin.

In reality, Serra had everything she could want. She was raised hand and foot among one of the most affluent Houses of Quel'thalas, and few things had been denied her. When her parents were lost to her and her brother Quelios, the family came together to care for them in every way that mattered. She had her every interest supported, had even been taught the Cant of the Light as she had always desired, though many would have desired her to take up traditional Priesthood the Sin'dorei way. And now the marriage that was arranged for her was a good one, and seeing it through to the end was the least she could do to repay her betters. Her betrothed was the decorated Lord Ine'themar Emberfall, a Magister of good repute with a thousand years of experience.

One thousand years, her senior...

Her face cracked again in the mirror, mortified, anxious, and depressed, all it once. She had no care for the Magister, and she didn't wish to be a damned baby factory for the nation. But she loved her House, her cousins, her Aunt and most of all her brother, and wished the best for them all.

She had tried her little humming exercises to focus her mind, her thought process, but each little note was brittle and miserable, and no Light came to life in her hands. A shaky breath was taken, and she plucked the fancy envelope she had tucked into the drawer of her little vanity.

The pretty boy knight she had written to was a welcome distraction, he and his flowery note. She received no such notes from her betrothed, just expectation. Even if this was a silly fantasy and it went no where at all, there was a chance the boy could challenge the Magister for her name and hand, couldn't he? He seemed foolish enough to do such a thing. A storybook romantic. She looked over the 'princely' note he had returned to her and smiled through her tears. He probably was a good man. She didn't really want to potentially ruin his life this way. But she loved the thought of him carrying her away, of course. Or anyone really. Away from the stupid mirror so she didn't have to stare at her smeared face. Away from expectations, a collision of fate she did not want. She would have to think carefully if she wished to respond again. Maybe she could be bothered to meet in person, and just endeavor for his help like a normal lady of damned integrity.

She thought it better to write to another person - her mother. No, to see her. It had been 3 summers with no response from not but her Aunt. But she understood in her heart that her mother was damaged, and understanding how to reconnect after such trauma had torn them all apart in a way that was hard to piece back together again. Lio had moved on from it all and chose to honor their mother in his own way, but she needed more closure. The rest of the House could treat her as dead and buried, but Serenas needed more than that. Their mother was alive. She needed to see her...to talk to her. She would always love the woman. She knew she had to be just...lost.

And, if it happened that she could not be found during her little vacation, she certainly could not be married off, could she? She smiled at that little rebellion in her, and the tears at last began to stop.

{ Brief mentions of @thehopelessyouth - Hello :) }

[annahlysing]

Motown, a label at the crossroads of identities

Hello everyone! I just wanted to introduce the Motown label created by Berry Gordy in 1959, which I find fascinating. But the reason I'm talking about it today is that, more than just a label, Motown embodies a veritable cultural and social revolution.

In the beginning, the label's aim was not to create Black or White music, but the music of America's youth: by taking African-American heritage and integrating it with white pop, they invented music that anyone could enjoy, whatever their skin colour, age or gender (at the time, music by black musicians was not played on the radio, but their covers by white musicians were).

Inspired by the principle of Fordism, Motown became a veritable talent ‘factory’, bringing black artists such as Stevie Wonder, Diana Ross and Marvin Gaye to the fore and giving them a place in the music industry. These artists became not only stars, but also spokespersons for their times, using their fame to raise public awareness of social injustices. Motown's role in the civil rights movement is crucial: did you know that it was this label that recorded and broadcast Martin Luther King's speech? In other words, no label or industry run entirely by African-Americans had ever had so much exposure before!

So, as well as introducing soul music to the world, and thus shaping a musical identity, Motown also helped to forge a cultural identity for African-Americans, enabling them to assert themselves in the music industry. Plus, Motown's social dimension reinforced a sense of collective identity. By celebrating this musical and cultural richness, Motown remains a symbol of identity, testifying to the importance of music as a means of expression and emancipation.

Thanks for reading me, have a nice week-end!

(If you enjoyed this post, I really recommend the France Culture podcast on Motown, it's not in English but it's accurate and Adam White is captivating)

Annah :)

[atonalginger]

WIP Wednesday and Stowaway Savior Update

Doc Melody here is showing you how big the update is today! (Just kidding its close to the same word count as last weeks updates.) Eleven (11) chapters to round out the second act of Stowaway Savior.

You can find the update, staring with chapter 24 on ao3 by clicking here!

If you want to start from the beginning you can click here!

and now for the peek, to round out the WIP Wednesday part of the post:

“What are you going to do once your contract runs out?” Goose asked as he hugged Cooper from behind, his bearded chin on Cooper’s shoulder, “you aren’t going to re-sign, are you?”

“Why not? Pay is good, my ma and little brothers get good benefits, and the militia eats all my repair bills.” Cooper rolled his head to the side and kissed Goose’s cheek, “what were you hoping?”

“You know what I was hoping,” Goose said softly.

“Sure, but then you wouldn’t have your handsome man in uniform,” Cooper teased, turning his body to reach over and tickle Goose’s ribs.

The ginger jumped back, laughing brightly as he batted away the tickling hands, “I’ll take the trade if it means I get to see you every day and nosy Majors don’t ruin all our fun.”

“That would be nice,” Cooper leaned in and kissed Goose’s lips, enjoying the quiet moment while they waited for a response, “You know I need to think about them too.”

“You still can,” Goose returned to his seat, “Fleet looks after its own.”

“Sure, but from what I’ve seen the stability isn’t the same,” Cooper opened the latest message from Bismark and chewed his lip, “plus while she might like you, she ain’t fond of the Fleet.”

“At a certain point you have to live for yourself, not for them,” Goose said from his seat. Cooper looked back at him and saw his ginger co-pilot going over the engines. When Goose noticed his stare he threw up his hands, “don’t look at me like that.”

“And why not?”

“They have no say over what I do,” Goose leaned over, an index finger pointed at Cooper.

“The Pirate King and his Queen don’t have any say over one of their captains?” Cooper went back to the message, not liking the orders.

“If I decided to pack it in and set up on a research station or something they wouldn’t stop me.” Goose was watching him, “what’s the order?”

“Major Palmer wants me to secure an abandoned factory overrun with zealots.” Cooper shook his head, “the place Delgado wanted to get operational? Major wants me to secure it before the Fleet can get there.”

“So we do that and get Del in on the take,” Goose went back to checking systems, “that way you can say you followed your bullshit, undercutting order and Del won’t be angry. We do it right and you shouldn’t get in trouble.”

“What about you?” Cooper said as he entered the coordinates, “you actually consider walking away from it all?”

“From the Fleet altogether? No,” Goose sat back and closed his eyes, “there have been times when I’ve considered a more permanent post, one with less combat and more research. But every time I think about it I get this itch, like the Blackest Sea is calling to me. I’ve been out here since I was still a kid, it’s all I’ve really known. When I stay in one place too long I get restless and irritable. I’m home out here in the starfield, kicking in the teeth of those who deserve it.”

“Don’t forget the grand larceny,” Cooper teased as the grav drive started to hum around them.

“My targets never deserve the goods they have,” Goose insisted, “and my spoils always go to people who need them.”

“A veritable Robin Hood,” Cooper laughed as the cockpit went white.

“Oh you know it!”

Goose’s words continued to echo in Cooper’s head as the white enveloped him and shifted to a black expanse of nothing. Cooper rolled over, the act drawing his consciousness back to reality, the veil of sleep slipping away.

When he blinked his eyes he found himself curled up in his bunk, Goose’s pillow tight against his chest. He sniffed, his ginger’s scent present in the fabric, and started to cry. Where are you, Ethan?

[o-wyrmlight]

Guess who just realized that Chapter 1 of their fic could also have a summary that isn't just the story description! Cw for minor suicidal ideation.

You wake up in a veritable pigsty. Every part of your body hurts: Your stomach, your liver, your spine, your knees. But worst of all is the pain of your soul. For a moment, you wake up forgetting. You think: Oh! It worked! But then you realize that, if it did work, you wouldn't remember to be relieved. You reach for the only company you keep: A magnum-sized bottle of Commodore Red. It rolls away, tinkling distantly. Your parched throat aches for the taste, but you know from the noise it makes that it's already empty. You've partied hard last night, and as you lay on the carpet-or-tile floor of #1 Whirling-in-Rags, your head pounds. A part of you starts to regret it. You think that maybe if you lay there long enough, your body will die. Minutes pass. I'm sorry, Harry. You're still alive. There is a man downstairs. He's been down there for a while. Waiting for you. He wears an orange bomber jacket and taps his foot on the floor. This is your half-brother, and he woke you from sweet, sweet oblivion. With a groan, you climb to your feet. Rise and shine, Harry. Gather your clothes: Splash some water on your face. It's time to work at the shit factory.

[wcrpbubble]

her head is tilted up, half shadowed in the artificial light that still encases hadestown and it's denizens. eyes closed, she can almost pretend it's the sun - almost. her fingers wrap around the wrought iron of the balcony railing, the cool metal a balm against her hands that are still calloused from the springtime sowing and reaping - and the fading fractal patterns of lightning that lace across her palms and up her arms, crossing her skin like nasty reminders of her near knock down drag out with zeus.

"i'm going to kill him." it's a statement, one of contempt and frustration and ire. dark eyes open and skim the view of hadestown, it's factories and foundries that keep the earth turning, the billowing clouds of smoke she hates with every fiber of her being. persephone shuts her eyes then, knuckles going white with how hard she grips the railing of her husband's office balcony. it's early in winter - too early. sooner than normal, truthfully. sooner than she meant to be here. but the underworld is somewhere zeus cannot touch her. she feels safety here, even if her marriage is strained and on veritable eggshells after the poet and songbird fiasco last winter.

"i'm going to kill your brother."

@mvndrvke for hades!

[apesoformythoughts]

“Contemporary social science is a veritable factory of meanings, every bit as dynamic, poetical, and fecund as a creative writing department. Contemporary social science has also helped spread the scientism that now dominates many of our most powerful institutions and even the minutiae of our personal lives. These themes shape the central thesis of this book: that social science rarely simply neutrally describes the world, but rather plays a role in constructing and shaping it. In other words, the social sciences are not like the classic natural sciences (physics, chemistry, biology, etc.), in which descriptions of the world do not directly alter and reshape it. Because humans inhabit worlds of meaning, and social scientific theories are in part expressions of novel meanings, those theories can always penetrate human understanding and radically alter the very societies they seek to describe.”

— Jason Blakely: We Built Reality