#darby would be such a good dad

[youngbuckisms]

Hi I don’t know if your can writer something like this Where Reader is married to Darby Allin. And reader and Darby has kids or a kid And Reader and Darby kid/ kids has never gotten to see Their Dad Darby wrestle at an AEW show in person. And the Darby and Reader kid/ kids were at Aew dynamite. Where Darby is in a match with Christian Cage. Christian goes over to reader and darby kid/ kids and Darby attacks Christian?

Don’t Even Look At Them (Darby x reader); drabble

Word count: 1,067

Warnings: none!

Notes: I loved this idea so so much, you have no idea. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! I definitely put more into this than I needed to, but thinking of his daughter watching all the people she met backstage was too cute.

It was a promise Darby had made to your daughter about a week ago. When it was little Aurora that brought it to his attention after coming home after a show, realizing that she had never seen her dad wrestle. Sure, Darby took both of you to shows sometimes and you would catch glances at the televisions from the back, but she had never actually got to sit and watch her dad do what he loved most.

So, Darby promised Aurora that you and her would be at ringside to watch a match between him and Christian Cage. Of course, she was ecstatic, so excited to finally get to see her dad wrestle and Darby seemed to think she was finally old enough.

It was clear to you that she was already having a blast. Darby wasn’t for another couple of matches, so she got the chance to watch the others before Darby went on. Typically she would wish him luck backstage, but you figured it was best for her to get used to all that she was going to see. The physicality, flips, blood ( and of course Moxley was there to prove that example ), the way wrestlers would almost always just get back up. And by the second match, she seemed to get it just fine.

Every time she knew one of them, an excited point would be given and she’d turn towards you to tell you who they were — though she didn’t remember the young bucks’ names, and could only think of calling them the deers. She got to see Moxley, even getting an uncle-like ruffle of her hair when he spotted her before the match.

With her sitting in your lap, she couldn’t help her excited little claps and bounces upon Darby coming out for his match. Making his way over to the barricade where you both sat, he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips before gently pressing his head against Aurora’s to talk to her.

“Daddy’s gonna kick some ass, alright? I love you.” Aurora’s happy giggles were music to his ears and truly the only motivation he needed.

“Love you too, daddy!” She squealed for him to hear over the music and fans as she received a kiss on top of her head.

The unfortunate part of it all though was that Christian Cage was a scumbag. He knew how to get under people’s skin, how to taunt them, make them angry and lose focus. He was good at it, Darby could give him that. And as much as Darby wanted to say Christian couldn’t get into his head, he would be lying.

Multiple comments as they fought, shouting for Darby to hear over the cheers of fans, constantly asking him if he really wanted his daughter to see him get beat like this and even encouraging him to leave while he could. It put a fire inside him upon hearing those things and it would be a mistake to charge at Christian without a second thought. Darby, however, was prone to making mistakes such as that. It left him laid out in the middle of the ring, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He expected a pin, for Christian to try and get the three count, but there was nothing.

Rather than take the pin, Christian decided to play mind games, do what he did best. Rolling out of the ring, he walked over to the barricade where a worried Aurora was sitting on your lap, a frown present on her lips as her attention was turned to the man responsible for laying Darby out on the mat.

“Is that your daddy?” A gentle nod came from the girl as you glared daggers into the man standing right outside the barricade.

“Yeah? Bet you wish your daddy wasn’t such a loser, huh?” The way he spoke sounded so condescending, looking down on both you and your daughter as if for even associating yourself with Darby Allin.

“He’s not a loser!” She shouted at him with watery eyes as you attempted to calm her down by gently bouncing her in your lap. But she was upset, there was no calming her down as she screamed ‘he’s not’ over and over to drown out Christian’s excessive taunts not towards just Darby’s little girl, but towards you as well.

“Darby was the best you could find? I mean .. ”

But before Christian could finish, a pair of black boots made contact with his body. Darby had run and jumped, successfully kicking Christian to the ground and into the adjacent barricade without a second thought the moment he realized what had happened. Forcing himself back up from the floor from the harsh dropkick, he turned to both of you and gave Aurora a smile, despite how much pain he was in. But it was enough to get her to wipe her tears and return the shining smile right back.

With a hand in Christian’s hair, he yanked the older man back into the ring to finish the match, proving more difficult than he thought. But in the end, Darby had enough motivation to push through, to hit the coffin drop twice before the match had been finished.

The cheers all became muffled, but yours and Aurora’s were the only ones that mattered at the moment. Getting out of the ring, he came to your side once more to pick up Aurora and resting her on his hip, a kiss pressed to the side of her head with a smile on his face.

“You were so cool, daddy!” She squealed, arms wrapped around his neck as he hugged her tight.

Despite how badly his back hurt at the moment, he didn’t want to let her go or put her down. Helping you around the barricade with the help of one of the security members, he would support her with an arm as a hand would reach out to you to take. Guiding you to the ramp to go to the back, Aurora would continue to praise her dad for all he did tonight, with dramatic retellings of events she had remembered.

This moment would be the moment Darby realized he should bring you both to more shows from now on, as he hadn’t been this happy after leaving a match in a long time.

[blade-liger-4ever]

Why I feel Jack Darby isn't like Orion Pax/Optimus Prime

This is probably not gonna do me any favors in the wider Transformers community, but that's fine; I don't want to be in the good graces of half those people. Besides, I've grown to really dislike Jack over the years, and now that there's a new TF film that actually shows us Optimus and Megatron's past that has everyone cheering, I can actually cite that film in my argument should I encounter any whiners.

Fair warning, this will not be in Jack's favor.

So, as we see of him in Transformers: Prime, Jack had a really poor life. His dad is missing for reasons unknown, his mother is working herself to the bone to keep the roof over their heads, and Jack himself is working a horrid job to try and lift some of the burden from her shoulders. A standard modern day life for teenage boys, right? Oh, and don't forget him going all gaga over prissy cheerleader Sierra; that's of course the icing on the cake of this cut and dry trope, because the loser boy has to have a thing for the social climber girl who he can't recognize as trouble.

However, when he crashes into the Autobot-Decepticon War, Jack is adamant against getting involved. He whines about his new lot in life, complains that he just wants "a normal life", and overall is ungrateful to the Autobots that saved his skin a short time ago. Yes, he pulled through in the five part premiere and did so at other points in the first and even second seasons - but those were all life or death situations.

Every other time, Jack caved to peer pressure and stayed inside the lines. He never stood up to the school bully, let himself get embarrassed by said bully in front of Sierra, and then broke his deal with Arcee by going to an underground race. Heck, if you ask me, the only reason he helped save the bully in that episode was because Jack didn't want to have a dead guy on his conscience. Sure he said "it's the right thing", but where was that nobility when you were ogling your crush throughout the episode, hm?

And to say that he's like Orion Pax after all of the above is an insult to Orion and Optimus' integrity. Can you truly see Optimus whining over his lot in life, being spiteful and rude to guys who were mean to him specifically and not his friends, or just losing brain cells when a pretty girl is involved and getting himself into trouble in a misguided attempt to impress her?

No.

Orion/Optimus would never do that. He'll take the hits to himself and make the best of it with a smile on his face, he'll fight for his friends rather than himself alone, and even if he's head over heels for Ariel/Elita One, he won't compromise himself or his morals just to impress her. Orion/Optimus is better than that, and would never stoop to such actions.

But you know who would do all of that?

This guy.

As TF One shows, Megatron in his youth was much like - gasp - Jack Darby. They both kept their heads low to avoid further ridicule and pain, they never wandered outside the lines for fear of the unknown/repercussions, and despite advocating for a change or better life, they didn't really lift a finger to do that. They both needed an outside force to push them onto a new path. And they both ended up having a low chance of heroism when there was pressure on them: Jack's was anytime Sierra or Vince the Bully was involved, and Megatron's was when the 'Bot responsible for ruining his life and all of Cybertron's population was at his mercy.

Speaking of, what are the odds Jack would have a similar reaction to meeting his father? Yeah sure, he spared Megatron in S1, but Megatron also taunted him by asking what Optimus' response would be if he killed him. Put Jack in a position where he gets to beat up his dad, and are we sure that Optimus would still have that sway over him?

Just ask Sentinel, he can tell you how well that turned out when Orion Pax tried talking down D-16 - oh wait, you can't, because D-16 killed him.

Honestly, there are far more similarities between Jack and Megatron than Jack and Optimus. I'm tired of Jack getting all the love and being heralded as Orion-like or Optimus-like when he never was. He's far closer to Megatron, and if I'm the only one who can see that, fine. I don't care.

These are my observations, my beliefs, and I'm sticking with them.

Now on the same token (but coming later), Smokescreen actually has more in common with Orion Pax/Optimus Prime, something the new TF flick has shown, even if I disapprove of a chunk of the writing and characterization in it. But, given I'm probably setting some people's hair on fire, I'll leave you alone for now to digest this post.

Good day, and remember:

"Autobots, transform and roll out!"

[animation-and-videogame-fan]

well..

I kindaaa designed my own version of Wendy. I love the idea of her being a monster sized worm on string because of Gen z nostalgia, and I feel like I havnt seen many species in the franchise of monsters who have no arms like snakes or worms. Her being a worm on a string type of monster would make sense due to Roger being very fluffy and thin especially compared to his dad. Also the fact that she would use her entire body or her tail as limbs due to not having any. Cuz Roger only has five limbs which he can interchangeably use as arms or legs while his dad has two arms and six legs. As for Roger having tentacles, I believe that he got them from his dad’s side. Cuz he is a crab monster, which are associated with the ocean, and tentacles are seen on octopuses and squid, who are also associated with the ocean. So I think it’s not that hard to believe that Waternoose’s family could all be based on different sea creatures and that the tentacles skipped a generation.

As for Wendy’s personality, I feel like she would very sweet, playful, and sometimes manic when she’s around his son, giving him all the love she could, while she can be seen as defensive, untrusting, and sometimes even rude around others. I would like to believe that after what happened with Waternoose she just kinda lost half of her sanity, but tries to stay strong and stable for her son

And this might be a stretch but I’d like to imagine her being voiced by Racheal House, who voiced Moana’s Grandma and Terry from Soul. Not only is she from New Zealand herself, (and she has worked with Rhys Darby before, according to her wiki filmography) she has the perfect voice to sound like a sweet yet sassy elderly lady who would do anything for her child (Like Moana’s grandma) , but who is also fighting her own demons which would come off as her being rude and condescending (Like Terry from Soul)

Anyways, yeah!! I hope y’all like the design I came up for her. And if y’all think i should change some things about her design, let me know please! I want to make her look as good as possible :)

[ofmdrecaps]

07/25-26/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Vico Ortiz: Classes; OFMD BTS; Galaxy Con Raleigh: Con, Nathan, Vico, Kristian; Gypsy Taylor; Andrew Deyoung; Boris McGiver; Adopt Our Crew Highlights: Articles; Prompts; Gold Derby/TellTale TV Voting Reminders; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad, David Jenkins has been really active on Twitter and even poking his head into Instagram! I didn't share all of the ones he re-blogged today because I ran out of image space, but he's definitely keeping us all in mind. (I sure wish Kamala had really said that!)

Source: Djenkins Twitter

David also shared our lovely @cosmosart-s' recent Ed+Butterflies sketch on Instagram <3

Source: David Jenkins' Instagram

He also acknowledged what we've all been thinking and discussing in meta for a while now-- the differences in memory for the S1 "You Wear Fine Things Well" scene.

Source: David Jenkins' Instagram

== Rhys Darby ==

There's a new podcast available, this time with Rhys Darby visiting! Check out: Saving Sheep From a UFO w/ Rhys Darby!

Source: Looking Up Podcast

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika was out at the Louis Vuitton Foundation Party 2024 in Paris recently and boy is he looking suave.

Source: Rafhits Instagram / Icon France / VogueSpain / Anthonyghnassia /EmiliaPiaLuisaWickstead / VasJMorgan / etalkctv

More Time Bandits Interviews! Did you happen to watch Time Bandits yet on Apple TV?

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== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico has another acting class coming up September 1! Classes are Sundays 11a-4p September 1, 8, 22 & 29 * 9/8 will be taught by a SUBSTITUTE TBA You can enroll here!

Source: Vico Ortiz' Instagram

Vic has also been keeping up with our BTS needs by posting more on their Patreon! Here's some sneak peaks-- if you don't subscribe already and would like to see all the OFMD BTS as well as other works they do, you can visit Patreon.

Source: Vico Ortiz Patreon

== Galaxy Con Raleigh (Con, Nathan, Vico, Kristian) ==

Con, Nathan, Vico, and Kristian are all at Galaxy Con Raleigh this weekend! I'm combining their sections to make it a bit easier to keep track! They've all been kind enough to send us pre-convention photos!

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram Stories / BigSamTompson's Instagram (Nathan's Tagged Photos)

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

Source: Con O'Neill's Instagram

Source: Vico's Instagram

== Gypsy Taylor ==

Gypsy Taylor is working on a new show -- "All Her Fault" and it's going to be premiering on Peacock once it's ready! Keep an eye out for it!

Source: Gypsy Taylor's Instagram

== Andrew DeYoung ==

You may remember one of our lovely writers-- Andrew DeYoung, well he's written and directed a new movie, "FRIENDSHIP" a comedy that will premier in September at the Toronto International Film Festival!

Source: Andrew DeYoung's Instagram

== Boris Mcgiver ==

Our friend Boris Mcgiver, aka Father Bonnet has a new show "Teacup", a sci-fi horror thriller premiering on October 10th, on Peacock!

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== Adopt Our Crew Highlights ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew have been king everyone up to date with the latest articles on OFMD.

Source: Decider.com

They've also been keeping twitter engaged with some wonderful prompts! What's your favourite piece of OFMD Art? (Your own or someone else's!) @adoptourcrew would love to hear from you!

Source: AdoptOurCrew's Twitter

== Gold Derby Reminders ==

Thank you @adoptourcrew for the reminder! July 30 is the last day to vote! Please get your votes in if you haven't and you plan to! https://www.goldderby.com/leagues/

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Tumblr

== Tell Tale TV Poll ==

We're neck and neck yall! The poll is open through the end of July and you can vote every day!

Source: OFMD-Ann's Tumblr

== Love Notes ==

Miss you lovelies, sending so many good vibes your way.

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

It's been a minute since I've been blessed with this gif, so you too shall get to see Ed's heart eyes. Gif courtesy of the brilliant @captain-flint <3

[royalsunshinehotel]

hi hi hi hi!!!! love your work! love your fics!!!!!! amazing and wonderful and lovely and wow💗💗 is it too much to request a gawain imagine??? he's had a long day and is annoyed at everything but he comes home to his wife and melts into her because she makes everything better. slow, loving smut in the end?? love your copperfield smut too⭐️ david and gawain are dreamy asfffffff

Crawl Home (David Copperfield x wife!reader, 18+)

thirty six days until monkey man!!

A/N: The first half of this fic is based on lore I've heard about Charles Dickens being regarded as "the man who invented Christmas." Could be filthier, but I digress.

It was the dead of winter, about to be Christmas in London, and it was supposed to be a good, cheerful time of year, but a calm holiday never seemed to be what laid in store for David Copperfield. It was bordering on ridiculous. The whole day, something hot, sharp, and painful had been stabbing him behind the eyes, and he couldn't get it to stop.

He'd been out of the house since the sun rose that morning, doing everything he could to get it together for the holiday. The two of you were actually going to leave the city, back to his Aunt's home, but the energy in the air told him that the trip was all but doomed.

You heard him coming back, stuck in his head, chatting to himself, more annoyed than he usually would have been.

He struggled with the key, and you don't even look up from your book. Usually when he's this heated, it's best to let him wear himself out.

"I just don't understand the need for everyone to go to the shops at once!!" He blew through the front door, slamming it behind him, stomping his boots clean of snow.

"Really? why would they do that?" You asked, knowing your words really weren't of consequence at that moment.

"It's like there was an announcement that everyone steps out at 11am, I could barely get out the front door of the publishers! Ridiculous! Any shopping? Why do we have to get people gifts!"

"David, it's Christmas, give the people a break." You tried, closing your book and putting it to the side.

"They would do the same! People don't want to show a shred of mercy for the less fortunate!" His hands were tight at his sides, his feelings simmering, almost at a boil.

"What do you mean?" You questioned, your husband ran a hand over his face, his curly hair fluffing up as he pulled off his hat.

"I nearly brought home two children that were 'available to work' on the corner near Darby St. Some rich toff was chatting to the Dad, god knows where they'll end up!" David and his big heart.

A familiar ache pulsed through you, "I'm so sorry lovey."

He just roamed the streets of London, seeing and feeling everything!

"I scared their father, I'm sure I can find them tomorrow though." You knew your husband. Tenacious was a word for it, but you should really start preparing to have two more on your Christmas vacation. Later, you thought.

"I worry for you, and your big heart."

"You won't be saying so when we've got two children to feed for Christmas." When, he said, he was thinking about it too.

"Hm, since we're adopting street urchins now, I should take advantage of our privacy." It was an inappropriate thing to say, but you knew if you didn't fuck him into a more temperate mood, there's no way the children would agree to come with him, even if he did find them again. He would, you knew he would but still.

"You are sitting in my lap." You had your chest in his face as well, however you gave him another moment to notice that.

"Back down to earth, are we?" You teased lightly, David's hands cold against your skin.

"...Have you been in your nightgown this whole conversation...?" You shivered as he pushed the gown off one shoulder.

"Yes. I think, since it's the holiday, you might take time off." Your words seemed muffled, heat pooling in your belly as David put his mouth to work on your breast, cold hands kneading the flesh casually, because he'd been doing it for years.

"You've been working so hard on your serials, I miss you." You all but moaned as David's freezing fingers teased your hardened peaks,

"How much?" He flashed a smile up at you, as you adjusted your legs.

"You should feel!" You prompted, and a cold hand wandered down to your dampening heat. You moaned loudly at the contrast of temperature, pitiful and absolutely perfect.

David whined, in the way you like.

Now normally, the two of you would tease more, enjoy each other with hands and mouths. Its a favorite past time for you like to hold his member in your hands and watch it twitch and grow...another day perhaps.

For now, you're not rushing, but you're not going to wait. You warm your hand a moment before pulling David free of his trousers. He sat perfectly still, like a good boy. He deserved a treat after the day he had.

Helping you, he took a large hand and bunched your nightdress to your hips, and he supported you, other hand on your ass as you mounted him.

He was simply so lucky to have you.

With a wet, filthy sound, you took your husband in deep. It was supposed to be a treat for him, and here you were, barely a thought in your pretty little head.

It was his fault, his cock was too lovely!

He paused, to let you catch your breath, but with a squeeze to your rear, you begin to move, to ride.

"You always feel so good inside me," your breathy little whine prompted a nip to your collarbone. The soft velvet of the chair only heightened how your hair stood on end.

You'd wanted to take control, you'd wanted to come after him like an avenging fertility goddess, taking what you want.

And yet, like most things, you were doing it together.

"I'll always crawl home to you." He murmured, trying everything he could to stay calm. Not too calm, but calm enough.

"You'd better keep your big heart wide, I know sometimes it hurts." You crooned into his ear as he tightened his grip on you, just as greedy as he needed to be.

"It's all worth it for this comfort I receive from you, dear wife." He groaned, humming against your skin. You smirked, bringing your hot breath up to his ears.

Cold. Not for long!

You tugged his earlobes between your teeth, pulling ever so gently, as David melted under you.

A few more rolls of your hips, and you clench down around him, muscles keeping him hostage in you as you milk him for all he's worth. You get to keep him safe, when he's inside you like this.

"What was that, worrying about gifts for the family?" You grabbed his chin, pointing his face towards you.

He smirked, before giving you a sweet, chaste peck, "Once again dearest, you are all that I need."

[delilahcalicocat]

Can i request an AEW Hook x reader fic where reader got pregnant with his baby and she broke up with him without telling him that she was pregnant. Reader returns to AEW 1 year later for Taz's birthday and she brings the baby with her but she tries to hide the baby from Hook. Hook finds out the truth somehow

A/N: Ofc!!! Honestly I made it half-angst half-fluff :) and reader had twins in this I guess-

♡~Wha- How...~☆

{Ratin: Fluff and Angst}

{Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Pregnancy/Birth.}

{Pairing: HOOK/Tyler x Fem!Reader}

You and Hook had dated for sometime, until the night you'd caught him with your own friend in your bed..

A little while after that, you two made up. Until Hook splashed the cold water and said he wanted to break up with you..

You were a mess after that day, watching him move out of your house... the tears mixed with your eyeliner.. the stains on your cheeks for the rest of the day.

You both wrestled for AEW, so what was wrong.. Did He move on?

You didn't know. But you couldn't care because you never told Hook about the secret, you wanted to tell him. But then he broke up with you-

Next thing you know. It's been a few months and you wish you could wrestle, but you had two little Demon spawns crawl into the world a month ago. So you were on the shelf.

But while said spawns were asleep, you flicked through channels on the TV. Knowing if you even wink. Those demons would cry.

So you tried your best to stay awake, but failed majorly. You ended up asleep in 30 minutes probably for not sleeping for almost 2 weeks straight because of your kids.

You eventually recovered, and you were ready to wrestle again. But- you had to travel with your son, since your mom had forgotten to get him out of the car seat from your trip to the shop, so while your daughter Arianna slept soundly in her cradle. You had to deal with Jayson, who was a feisty little mess.

Your jaw dropped when you saw.. Him.

"Fuck- Tyler's coming..." You spoke, hiding your son in your locker room

You heard Hook chatting with Taz, about the birthday plans after the show.. you tried to be as silent as ever so they wouldn't know you and your son were in the locker room

"Alright Dad, I'll see you later- have fun on commentary" Hook spoke as his dad walked off

You on the other hand were still silent, until you left your locker room to go towards the ring.

"Oh! Hey Y/N!" You heard Danhausen say at the worst possible time

"Hi Danhausen!" You said back, trying to act like everything was peaches & cream.

"Hey Y/N-" You froze like a Mouse that was seen by a cat

('FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck') you thought, you were panicked.

"Why do you seem so nervous? Is there something up? Y/N?" He asked

"Oh, I'm just nervous to be back y'know?"

"You sure? Because it seems like your-"

"YES! Fuck! I'm sorry I'm just nervous for my match- I gotta go warm-up." You spat

Quickly you ran off, and handed your son off to your good friend Darby. Since Willow was busy.

"Oh. Hey Darby, what're you doin'?" Hook asked

"Just Watching Y/N's Son-" Darby Said

"Y/N has a son? Wow... I thought she wouldn't have moved on that fast" Hook said

"Dumbass- it's your fucking son. You knocked her up before you left her. So she is a single mother of two." Kenny Omega spoke

"Wha- How-..." Hook looked shocked

After that revelation, he went off to find you. You'd just come back from your match and wanted to go get your son until Hook stopped you.

"Hey Y/N, I found out about Jayson and Arianna" He sighed

"How the fuck did you- why do you- The fuck?!" You spoke quickly.

"Kenny and Darby Told me what happened after our break up." He said

"So? What's the fucking point Tyler? You've probably got some girl waiting for you." You spat

"Actually no. I've stopped my whole streak of cheating, I feel awful that I left you before you could tell me..." He admitted

"Can I actually trust you..?" You asked

"Yes, Y/N I'm sorry.." He said

You both hugged and Hook gave you some time before the big dinner to think...

[rorywritesjunk]

The stars in their courses will run and bring their hearts earthward to hear her.

Buggy brings his son in to the bakery to get a treat for his birthday. You like decorating cakes. Rating: PG-13ish. Warning: Adorable kid decides he wants to be a baker. Worried Buggy. Friendly baker. A/N: This chapter is the official start of these two. No name for the Baker yet. I can't be stopped. This story's first few chapters will take place over like, a weekend and then fast forward a bit I feel.

Title comes from "Girl in the Garden" by S.J. Tucker. Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6

Chapter 2

You left the ship after breakfast. You needed to get to work, hoping your associate was already there getting ready. Hopefully she didn't notice you were in yesterday's clothing. You didn't have time to go home and change. And when she saw you, taking in your appearance, she just smirked as she filled the case with fresh goods.

“Fun night?”

“Shush.” 

After throwing your apron on, you went to the kitchen to start getting pans and tins ready for your baked goods. You weren't incredibly late but just enough you felt behind on everything already. You started making some muffins first, greasing the tin with butter to keep them from sticking. Your associate was at the counter helping some customers while you stayed in the back.

Thankfully it was a quiet morning, even through the lunch rush. You leaned on the counter as your last customer left, giving the two of you time to breath.

“So, is it real?”

“Is what real?” You asked as you straightened up, frowning at her. She smirked as she went to make herself a cup of tea.

“You know what I mean. You were with that pirate, weren't you?”

“I was.” You shrugged. “And that's all I'm going to say about it.”

“Oh, come on! I'm just curious!”

You just shook your head as you started to wipe down the counter. She pouted and went back to you. “You're no fun.”

“I just don't want to talk about other people in a way that could be malicious.” You retorted. “Now, can you go do some prep work for tomorrow? I'll work the front.”

Your associate grumbled and did as she was asked, heading to the back. You shook your head and sighed, waiting for the next bout of customers. Maybe it would be a slow day, going by how the last few hours were. That wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. You were tired from the night before and wanted to take it easy.

The door chime alerted you to someone coming in, but when you looked up you frowned. There wasn't anyone there, but when you looked down you were surprised to see Darby walking up to the counter. Without his dad. Oh no.

“Hey, sweetie!” You greeted as you came around the counter to greet him. “What are you doing here? Where's daddy?”

Darby shrugged. “Working.”

“Oh, does he know you're here?” You asked. Darby shrugged again. “Umm, okay. Is he on the ship?”

“Yea! He's not here.” Darby told you. This wasn't good. You sighed softly and smiled at him.

“Well, let's head back to the ship, okay? He's going to be missing you.”

“Can I help you here?” Darby asked. And it was really sweet and innocent of him to ask, but you had a feeling that when his dad realized he was missing then there would be hell brought down upon the town. You crouched down so you were eye level with him.

“Okay, let's go ask daddy first and see if he allows it.” You told him. “I'm more than happy to have you as my assistant but we gotta ask first.”

Darby frowned at that but nodded. No doubt Buggy would agree to it but he didn't think to ask. You straightened up and called back to your associate, telling her you'd be back, before you held your hand out to Darby, letting him take it before you headed out of the bakery. It would be better to get him back sooner rather than later.

And no sooner did you start walking that you could hear Darby’s name being shouted near the docks. 

“Hey, I think the crew is missing you.” You told him as he led you to the ship. “We should go find daddy, Darby, that way we can ask him.”

“Okay!” He pulled you up to the ship. There were several of the freaks there, several looking down into the water while one shouted back to the ship that the kid was found. When they tried to take Darby's hand to lead him up to the deck, the kid recoiled and grabbed your apron.

“Uhh, I'll take him up there, it's okay.” You said, patting the kid on the head. “Can I carry you, Darby?”

He nodded, wrapping himself around you once he was in your arms. You wondered if this was a regular occurrence, and was he going to be punished? Buggy didn't seem like the type to punish his kid, you saw the way he looked at his son. This kid was his entire world. You held him tight as you walked up the ramp to the deck, pausing when you saw Buggy. He was screaming at someone, red in the face as he pointed out towards the town.

“He was under your watch and you lost my kid!” Buggy roared. “How could you let that happen?! He's three!”

“I-I just looked away for a minute, Captain Buggy!”

“Maybe I should gouge your eyes out so this doesn't happen again!”

Well, this was escalating, so you cleared your throat and set Darby on the ground. He immediately ran over to Buggy, who's demeanor changed the moment he saw that his son was safe. He glared at the freak who ran off before Buggy focused on his son, picking him up in his arms and hugging him.

“Sweetheart, where were you? You can't disappear off the ship like that.” Buggy was calm and quiet, opposite of how he was moments ago. Darby shrugged and pointed over to you; you just gave them a friendly wave. “Did you go all the way to the bakery on your own?”

“He found his way to me because he wanted to be my assistant for the day.” You told him. “I suggested we come ask you first. He's a smart boy, getting all the way to the bakery on his own.”

“Darby…” Buggy rubbed his face, sighing heavily. “You can't just take off like that.”

“Daddy, I wanna bake!”

“We have a kitchen on the ship!” Buggy replied, shaking his head. “No running off, you scared daddy, okay?”

You decided to leave, taking a step back before turning to head down the ramp but a hand on your shoulder stopped you. Right, his body did… things. You tried to shoo the hand away before looking back at the captain. 

“No, you're not done here.” Buggy said. “I need to talk to you.”

Aw, shit, what did you do? He set his son down and marched over to you and you took a step back. Was he mad at you for some reason? Did he think you wanted to be involved in this? He stopped in front of you and crossed his arms, sighing before he looked away.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. “For bringing him back safely.”

“Uh… you're welcome? I figured you would be worried.” You chuckled nervously. “I can see how much you love your son. I wish all parents were like that.”

His gaze softened and he glanced at you before he looked at Darby. His son had followed him and was at his side, holding onto the hem of his jacket with one hand while the other went up to his mouth and he started sucking his thumb. Okay, the kid certainly knew how to be cute. 

“Well, I need to head back to work.” You said before crouching down in front of Darby. “And I am more than happy for you to stop by, but make sure daddy is okay with it, sweetie. We don't want him getting worried.”

Darby nodded, turning to hide his face, suddenly feeling shy. You smiled and stood back up, looking at Buggy. “I don't mind if he comes by, y’know, as long as you're okay with it.”

“Yea, well, we’re leaving in a few days, so I don't…want him getting attached.” Buggy said with a shrug. 

“Oh! Well, I wouldn't want him getting his little heart broken.” You said. “But I need to head back to the bakery.”

Buggy just nodded. You smiled at Darby, giving him a wave. “I'll see you around, Darby! Next time you guys come by you should come see me, okay?”

He looked up and pulled away from Buggy, holding his arms out for you. It was hard not to melt at how cute this kid was and you picked him up, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He wrapped his little arms around you and hugged you. 

“He isn't normally fond of strangers.” Buggy commented as he watched you two. “He doesn't even like some of the crew.”

“Aw, you're just saying that so I feel special.” You chuckled as you rubbed Darby's back gently as held him. “Then again, he didn't leave my side at his birthday party.”

“See? He likes you.” Buggy shrugged. “So you should feel special.”

“Okay, well, I need to head back.” You said as Buggy tried to take Darby back but the kid wouldn't let go.

“You keep saying that, and yet I don't see much effort being made.” Buggy said with a smirk as he tickled Darby’s sides, getting the kid to squeal and loosen his grip. He managed to get the kid out of your arms after that. “He really likes you.”

“Well, he's sweet. Probably one of the best behaved kids I've ever met.” You said, smiling at the proud look on Buggy’s face. For a kid living in a pirate ship, he seemed to be doing fine. You weren't sure how common it was for pirates to have families, muchless on a ship. A part of you always wanted kids, but as you got older and settled into your career, it just never happened. Now you made sure to shower attention on the kids that came into the bakery, making sure they had a great time in there.

“What are you doing tonight?” Buggy suddenly asked. “Would… you like to stop by again?”

“And do what?” You asked. 

“I don't… know.” He shrugged. “Cabaji can watch Darby, that's one of the few people my kid likes.”

You frowned. “Captain, are you asking me on a date?”

“If I said yes, what are you going to say?” Buggy asked as he shifted Darby in his arms. The little boy reached for you again. You raised an eyebrow and took Darby back from him, chuckling softly at passing the kid around like some kind of game.

“If it's a date where I'm not expected to do anything but show up looking nice then yes, I will go on a date with you.” You said as Darby rested his head on your shoulder. “You do this with all the bakers you meet in towns, Captain Buggy?”

“You're the first baker I've met that I liked.” He grinned. “But I try not to make a habit out of it.”

“Don't want to get attached now, so we?” You teased. “I can come back once the bakery is closed for the day.” You rubbed the little boy’s back as he settled in your arms. “I can’t wait, Captain.”

[junglemax]

darby has a very important question to ask jack.

[drabble]

It’s quiet as Darby lays in Jack’s arms. Jack doesn’t mind the silence; so far the night has been sweet to him, and he’s happy to spend his time rubbing circles into Darby’s back.

Darby takes a deep breath, snapping Jack out of his nonsensical thoughts. “Jack?” he says, softy, and then clears his throat. “Can I uh, ask you something?”

His voice sounds like something Jack’s never heard before. Darby’s nervous. Scared, possibly. And Jack’s alarm in his head starts ringing as loud as it can.

Please don’t be breaking up with me, is Jack’s first thought, because quite frankly he’d never be able to mentally take it. He thinks he might actually go insane. But he stays strong, because it could be something totally different, and breaths out. “Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Darby assures him, sitting up. His face twists with worry too, and it kills Jack, because that’s not who Darby is. Darby isn’t a nervous wreck, he’s the strongest person Jack knows. And if Darby’s worried, there’s a problem bigger than everyone. “But uh, how do you feel about…kids?”

What.

“Huh?” Jack’s trying to wrap his brain around the question, because quite frankly it’s the last thing Jack expected to hear from Darby.

“I mean, like, us. Having kids. At some point. Not right now, but like. Would you be, okay with that?”

Jack’s floored. Completely and utterly floored. He’s seen Darby with kids before- he’s great with them. It’s clear to everyone in the immediate vicinity to see he cares so much about them. It really shouldn’t be this much of a surprise to Jack that this would come up, but he just can’t believe Darby was scared over asking him.

“I think,” Jack starts slowly. He watches as Darby holds his breath, close to tears and he can’t take it anymore. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“Really?” Darby’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Yeah. I mean, I can imagine the medical bill being insane because you’d keep teaching them how to jump off of shit, but I wouldn’t mind raising some with you.”

Darby breathes the biggest sigh of relief Jack has ever heard from someone and smiles so bright. “Okay,” he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Okay.”

“That’s all you had to ask me?”

“Yeah. Jesus, you don’t know how happy that makes me.”

“How long have you been worried about that?” Jack asks, because the way Darby looked at him sounded like he’d been affected by it for a while.

“I mean…I just- you know-“ Darby sighs, and sits up straighter, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. “I like you so much, Jack. I can’t- I can’t see myself with anyone else, you know? And uh, before, in other relationships, having kids was…sort of a deal breaker for me. But with you…I think I’d have let it go, but god, I would’ve been so sad.”

“Darby…” Jack reaches up and caresses his face. “I think you’re gonna be the best dad ever.”

Darby’s eyes light up in such a way it makes Jack want to tear up. “Really? You think so?”

“I know so. You’re gonna spoil the hell out of our kids, but you’ll be good. They’ll be loved. By both of us.”

Darby laughs softly and wipes at his eyes. “You fucker. You’re gonna make me cry.”

Jack leans in and gives Darby a kiss. “So will our kids, at some point. But it’ll all be okay.”

[definitely-not-karen]

In reference to June Darby from transformers prime putting on her high heels for Optimus, here are some heels I would wear for different iterations of Optimus prime.

Let’s start with Transformer Prime Optimus in honour of June Darby.

I would wear a sensible Mary Jane. I respect transformers prime Optimus, but yeah, flats for him.

Now Cyberverse Optimus

I would wear a sensible black pump around four to four and a half inch stiletto. I like him he’s like conventionally attractive to an aromantic asexual like myself.

Now G1 Optimus…

That’s like… our dad. I’m not whoring myself out around my dad. Like I know he’d be fine with it cause he’s a great dad but like that’s my dad. I’d still wear a bit of a heel just cause I would like to look good in our daddy daughter photos.

Ok but nostalgia win for Transformers animated Optimus Prime

Omg! Heeeeey transformers animated Optimus prime! *tucks hair behind ear asexually. Omg you’re like… soooo cool, thanks for protecting the planet. You’re so responsible and kind yet like so personable too…

Earthspark Optimus next:

A bright red six inch no platform pleaser would do the trick. Earthspark Optimus is just a silly guy. He’s so funny and that smile. MMM. I like him a lot.

And finally Transformers War for Cybertron just the Netflix show not the video game

Yeah no. Dirty sneakers for him. Not thanks. Bye.

[majormeilani]

I am once again here to ask about Darby Anderson. Or, more specifically, her and Terry. Do they get along well? Any fun hobbies they share or things they do together? What's it like for her having an adoptive dad? I think I remember him being her biological uncle, right?

(Also, I read the lyrics to Things We Lost in the Fire and hoo boy (/positive). Terry's a firefighter, right? Aughh, my brain wants to know the in-depth meaning behind the lyrics. Auughhhh. Darby what happened to youuuuu?!?!?!?!)

heheheh

okay so with her and terry you are correct that he is her biological uncle and had to take her in. terry and darby's relationship is a bit distant in some ways?? but darby does love him and terry treats her well and as his own too, as a good uncle would. but due to terry's work, which is a firefighter, darby and him don't often get family time together so darby ends up seeking company elsewhere, both at her part time job and with ruben who she looks after for free for ruben's mom, sally, since sally often is at work too to support ruben as a single mom. though darby doesn't mind since she knew ruben since he was little. darby also goes to the skatepark and hangs out with the kids from the castle + halsden's daughter natia who she met at school and her place of work, the 'Upside Café.'

but yeah terry and darby sometimes are at odds due to darby's teenage angst but in the end they're kinda all each other has.

[issdisgrace]

FIC YARD ONE

A place where one offs and discontinued characters collect

ADAM COLE (fuck you)

Had it up to here

Lingerie I think they would wear

DARBY ALLIN

Kitchen counter

Lingerie I think they would wear

JAY WHITE

Lingerie I think they would wear

JON MOXLEY

Lingerie I think they would wear

NSFW Alphabet

MATT JACKSON

Age regression hcs

Lingerie I think they would wear

Worried

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN

Feminization kink

Lingerie I think they would wear

With a non binary s/o

With a single dad

Your sugar daddy

NICK JACKSON

Age regression hcs

Doc

Lingerie I think they would wear

GARY "ROACH" SANDERSON

Getting saved after shit fell on them

Lingerie they would wear on their honeymoon

Platonic headcanons

Price’s heavily pierced and tattooed s/o

Reacting to you giving them a random gift

The dress they would wear to their weddings

With a s/o that age regresses

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

After a long day

Getting saved after shit fell on them

Hitman friend

Lingerie they would wear on their honeymoon

Price’s heavily pierced and tattooed s/o

Reacting to you give them a random gift

Rock N’ Roll legend

Sexy army uniform

The dress they would wear to their wedding

With a chubby bf

With a s/o that age regresses

With a s/o that is a good cook

With a s/o that smokes Mary Jane

KÖNIG

For your fucking information

Lingerie they would wear on their honeymoon

Reacting to you giving them a random gift

Sexy army uniform

The dress they would wear to their wedding

With a s/o that age regresses

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

Hitman friend

Laundry day

Lingerie they would wear on their honeymoon

Price’s heavily pierced and tattooed s/o

Reacting to you giving them a random gift

Rock N’ Roll legend

The dress they would wear to their wedding

With a chubby bf

With a s/o that age regresses

With a s/o that smokes Mary Jane

BRUCE BANNER

We love and accept you

FINN SHELBY

Coming out

Birthday

My boyfriend and my son

Transvestite

JOHN SHELBY

Some slag

OBI WAN KENOBI

Morning tea and talks

Unconscious

[cjriles]

Just Add Magic trio headcanons I have after rewatching the show after 3 years:

— KELLY !

• of French descent (idkw)

• Autistic (hyperfixates on the cookbook, quickly solving mysteries via pattern recognition, picking up on magic rather quickly, and Darbie saying she notices Kelly always smoothing her hair most likely as a form of stimming can be read as autistic traits)

• Neutral Evil

• Favorite color is purple or lavender (it’s just a vibe i get)

• Speak Now & Midnights stan

• But a Lana Del Ray fan

• Cooking/Baking is a special interest (also cooking as a form of control and predictability is very ND coded)

• Morally Gray

• Also her dad is autistic

— HANNAH !

• Has Generalized Anxiety Disorder and is on meds for it

• Favorite color is light blue

• Also autistic (“Numbers calm me down”, needing routine and hates unpredictability can be read as autistic traits)

• of Jewish descent

• Lawful Good

• Will be a former gifted burnout kid when older

• Tried to mask her autistic traits at Fox Canyon

• Gets panic attacks

• Gives me softgirl lesbian energy, but would also take her as pan as well

• SWIFTIE

• Folklore, Evermore, & Lover stan

• Def owns a weighted blanket

• Also her dad and Hailey are also autistic

— DARBIE !

• Inattentive ADHD AF (literally every “Darbie being Darbie” is literally just her displaying an adhd trait; i.e. forgetting things/always losing things, poor fine motor skills/missing every shot into the trash can in the very first episode, generally clumsy, and little to no sense of fear are all adhd traits. i have inattentive adhd i can say this)

• Bi Bi Bi (also may’ve had a crush on Piper but didn’t realize it)

• Like really how many theatre kids do you that are straight???

• Ron Weasley variant

• Chaotic Good

• Has major Alexithymia

• Celebrates (and makes Kelly and Hannah celebrate) St. Patrick’s Day bc she’s hella Irish

• The same reason her favorite color is green

• Converse girlie

• Plays Minecraft and Roblox

• Defo a DnD player and is a Paladin

• Gets slight gender dysphoria once and a while but doesn’t think too much of it

• BRIDGERTON STAN

• Red & 1989 stan

• Special interest are the Doom series by Trudith Winters, spy movies, and Earles of Wembley and will info dump to her friends about it constantly

• The reason her only fear is being left alone is due to the times magic has broken up her friendships with Hannah and Kelly and later her parents getting a divorce

[idontplaytrack]

MY CHARMED ONE [5]

Capri Donahue x Harper Sibling!fem reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions + slight descriptions of the death of reader & darby’s mom(flashbacks)

In which reader gets rudely woken up by a nightmare and gets comforted by Capri

Capri walks out from the bathroom and turned the light off. And as soon as she sat back down in bed, you stirred in your sleep and almost instantly got jolted awake then was sobbing your eyes out. “Baby, baby…it’s okay, baby. It’s alright. You’re okay.” Capri wraps you in a hug without hesitation, rubbing your back, “What’s the matter, darling?”

“I keep getting the same nightmare…of my Mom and Darby drowning, my Dad telling me she died.” You sniffled, “It’s been- the same thing for a week.” Feeling the snot dripping down from your nose, you pull away from the hug. She grabs you a tissue to wipe it off with, then Capri cups your face, swiping your tears away with her thumbs.

“You’re safe here, darling. You’ll be okay, hm? I’m right here with you.”

Tears still threatened to fall with your emotions still running high. You no longer felt sleepy- wanting to get out of bed. “Baby, it’s not even four in the morning. Where are you going?”

“To wash my face.” You told her shakily, “I don’t even feel like sleeping anymore.”

“Okay.” Capri shifted herself so her legs now hung off the bed as she watched you enter the bathroom to wash up, not even bothering to turn the lights on. “Baby, do you want something to drink? Maybe some tea?”

“It’s fine, just go back to sleep.” You told her.

“No.” She disagreed. You didn’t even say anything back before she started making her way to the kitchen. After you’ve washed and dried your face, you headed for the kitchen to look for her.

“Capri, could you…take me to visit my Mom tomorrow?”

She nodded, looking at you once she hears your voice, “I’ll go with you, honey.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up so early.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Capri assured, “Come here, baby.” She snakes an arm around your waist while waiting for the water to finish boiling. “I’ll make you some camomile tea, okay? Then let’s try sleeping a couple hours more.” She knew how tired you’ve been- she’s sees it. No doubt. So you didn’t even bother trying to disagree. Thankfully, with her holding you, you eventually managed to sleep till 8am.

————

After breakfast, you and Capri took a drive to go visit your Mom at her resting place. You haven’t been there in a while, purely because of how hard it was to do so. However, you’ve always had a habit of talking to her before bed nearly every night- of course it was a silent conversation usually.

On the way there, you had Capri stop at a flower shop to get a few of your mom’s favourite. “All set?”

“Yup.”

“Alright, here we go.” She began driving again, you stared out the window in the meantime as she kept a hand on your thigh.

Once there, you and Capri walked through rows and rows before you managed to locate your mom’s headstone. You placed the small bunch of flowers down then sat on the grass. Capri sat down as well, “Oh, would you rather have me leave for a few?”

“No, it’s okay. You can stay.”

“Hi, Mommy. Happy early birthday.” You began, “I’m sorry I haven’t came by in a few months. It’s always been hard for me to come here. So I hope you could hear me while I talked to you every night, almost. Anyway, I’m with Capri now, and Darby’s on better terms with her. I also almost got hit by a car a few weeks ago but Capri saved me. With her power- how cool’s that? Don’t worry about me, Mom. Capri’s taking good care of me. Maybe you sent her into my life right when I needed her the most, and I’m certain you did. So…thank you.”

“I’m very lucky to have her as my partner, Mrs. Harper. She’s the sweetest and most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Not to mention so incredibly strong, intelligent and talented.” Capri added on. You smiled, leaning your head onto her shoulder.

You blinked and looked up because you saw a pair of legs approach you and Capri.

“I’ve been watching over you, my dear girl.” You heard your Mom, “You’re going to do some great things in the future- I’m so proud of you, y/n.” Then through your clouded vision, you met her eyes and her smile. The same one you always remembered. You were in disbelief and smiled back tearfully. “Remember that I’m always going to be with you in whatever way, shape or form. I hear you all the time- you can always talk to me. Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m doing very well over here.”

You gave her a subtle nod but a bright smile. Relief, excitement and pure joy washed over you all at once. You’ve finally seen her. After such a long time.

“I love you so much, Mommy.” You kissed your hand and tapped the headstone. With that, she disappears, orbing away.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mhm.” You sniffled, “Never better.”

Once on the road again, you told Capri about what happened. “I could feel it.” Capri said nonchalantly, “I couldn’t see anything but I felt it. Besides, the way you were looking up and directly in one area? Kinda tells me she was there. I’m glad you got to see her for a bit.”

You nodded, “Darby’s always been the one to be able to experience that. I’m glad I’ve finally had my own chance.”

“Do you feel better?” She asks cautiously.

“I do. I think this was just what I needed after the week of repetitive dreams.” You nodded firmly. “Thanks for coming along with me, Capri.”

She brushes her thumb over your knuckles soothingly, “Of course, my love. Anytime.”

[darbyoakana]

An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 5

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Plans for a big party are made. You and Alastor get closer.

Warnings: This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog (1927) - it can be found on YouTube.

Darby Link Tree

Chapter 5: Celebrations

“Uggggh. They are from Vox,” he said dryly. 

“Yeah. Today would be our anniversary of sorts. Feel free to light them on fire,” you said dismissively. 

“Very well,” Alastor said, grabbing the bouquet with a grin. 

Alastor exited the building from the front door. To no surprise, there was a drone fluttering around the hotel. Alastor waved and smiled. The roses combusted in green flame. He left the burning roses on the stone walkway and returned to the lobby. He dusted off his hands and made a content sigh. 

Today you had your monthly meeting with Alastor, Charlie, and Lucifer to talk about new amenities, catch them up on things around the hotel, and the usual business. Lucifer held a chair out for you, sitting you next to him. Alastor entered, not through the door, of course, appearing from the shadows. He was hard to read, but you felt you had gotten familiar with his little tells. And from what you could see, he didn’t like you sitting next to Lucifer. He said nothing and sat down on the other side of the table next to Charlie. 

“So I was thinking it might be nice to introduce some physical activities. Something to keep residents busy, out of trouble, and maybe a way to let off some steam when things are frustrating,” you explained. “I think a lot of them are doing well, but taking a close look at yourself can be difficult.” 

“Oh that's a great idea!” said Charlie. “What did you have in mind?” 

“A gym might be a good place to start. Maybe an indoor pool?” you looked at your list. “And for people who need a more tranquil place to process, we could add a courtyard garden. Is yoga still popular? We could have a rotating exercise class schedule,” you flipped your notebook page. “I think when you take some of everyday stress out of their lives the sinners will have an easier time focusing on redemption. It’s hard to work on yourself when you have other factors bogging you down,” you flipped to the next page. “And, farther down the line we could talk about a spa of some sort. Make the hotel more of a resort.” 

“I am SO on board with all of this!” Charlie exclaimed. “Dad?”

“Excellent recommendations,” Lucifer said, putting his hand on your shoulder. “You’ve been a great addition to the hotel, thank you for your hard work.” 

You didn’t need to look over at Alastor, you could feel the sharp icy daggers of his glare. 

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” you said kindly. “And as for any resident disputes… I think I have them all resolved,” you pulled out a few business cards. “But I did do some research and found a couple of highly recommended counselors that we could commission to mediate any cases that are outside of our abilities.” 

“Oh man, I am so happy Vaggie hired you!” Charlie squealed. “And that Alastor didn’t drive you out.” She chuckled, elbowing him. 

“A simple decision. She proved to be more useful than the others.” Alastor acted uninterested. You rolled your eyes. 

“And the last thing, Charlie’s birthday is coming up. Did we want to do anything? A large party might be a great opportunity to promote the hotel and give the residents a chance to have some fun?” you asked. “I’m sure one, if not more, of the Sins would be willing to help.”

“Oh, what an amazing time that would be! I’m sure a lot of us could use a fun night out!” Charlie beamed. “Beelzebub’s parties are a little too much for me. But I bet Uncle Ozzie would be interested! We could make it real fancy!” 

“That sounds like a marvelous plan,” Lucifer smiled at you. “I do love to dance, it’s been a while.” 

You scribbled some notes down on your pad, your pen was not disbursing ink. You scribbled harder. Lucifer noticed a yellow pen appeared in his hand. It was a thick pen with several click-down buttons that allowed you to change the ink color. The top of the pen was embellished with a small rubber duck. He handed it to you. 

“Oh, thank you! How cute!” you said. Alastor’s eye twitched.

“No problem, happy to help,” he gave you a warm smile then hopped out of his chair. “Well if we are done, I’ll go see Asmodeus about this party.” 

Lucifer stepped through a portal and was gone. You liked Lucifer, he was charming and nice. For someone who rules Hell, he really didn’t fit the job description. You imagined he’d be more like the overlords. He was always friendly with you but you kept him at a distance for the obvious reasons; the seething deer across the table.

“Oooooh, we're all gonna have to go shopping for something to wear!!!” Charlie hugged you and spun you around, excitedly. “I’m going to go tell Vaggie!” She skipped away. 

“I think that went well,” you said to Alastor as he got up out of his chair. 

“Hmm, indeed,” he said flatly. 

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” 

“That man is an idiot. Every moment I spend near him I feel myself getting dumber.” 

In truth, you knew that wasn’t really why Alastor disliked Lucifer. Alastor had to work hard to gain the power he has and to maintain an image. Any weakness and his enemies will take advantage of it. Lucifer on the other hand is the most powerful being in Hell and doesn’t seem to want the job.  He doesn’t have to hide his feelings or who he is to maintain power.  You could see that being something Alastor envied. He was wasted potential in Alastor’s opinion. You shuttered at the image of what Hell would be like if Alastor was in power. Yikes, you thought. 

You returned to your desk to start on the party planning. As you passed the bar you stopped. There, hanging from the ceiling, was a large chandelier made of deer antlers. Alastor followed through on your previous suggestion. Candles were placed sporadically, melting wax into the grooves. 

“Quite charming, really. Don’t you think?” Alastor asked, suddenly next to you. 

“Very much so. What elegant taste you have.”

“I have to agree,” he smirked at you. You smirked back.   

“Hey, toots! These just came for you!” Angel was holding a bouquet of roses. “Someone has a secret admirer!”

“Ugh. Throw them out,” you said.

“What? Why? They’re so pretty!” 

“Check the card.” 

“Alright…” Angel looked at the card and became immediately disappointed. “Uggggh. They are from Vox,” he said dryly. 

“Yeah. Today would be our anniversary of sorts. Feel free to light them on fire,” you said dismissively. 

“Very well,” Alastor said, grabbing the bouquet with a grin. 

Alastor exited the building from the front door. To no surprise, there was a drone fluttering around the hotel. Alastor waved and smiled. The roses combusted in green flame. He left the burning roses on the stone walkway and returned to the lobby. He dusted off his hands and made a content sigh. 

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You were surprised to see that movie night with Alastor had become a weekly event. Wednesday nights, after everyone retired for the evening, you two would secretly chip away at the stack of horror films in your collection. You enjoyed explaining the changes and advancements in movies since Alastor had died. But watching movies at random didn’t give him a clear timeline. You wondered if you could find some films from his era. 

“And what will we be watching tonight?” he asked. 

“Actually, I hunted down a movie that I’d like to share with you.” 

You took some time to explain who Alfred Hitchcock was, that his career covered six decades, and how to this day he is considered one of the most influential people in cinema history. And that his work helped pave the way for the horror/slasher genre.

“I couldn’t find a physical copy unfortunately, so I downloaded one. We’ll have to watch it on my laptop.” You sat together, leaning on your headboard, with your laptop between the two of you. “So this movie is called The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog, it’s Hitchcock's third film. It came out in 1927. I thought you might want to watch something from your time period since you’ve been watching so many from mine.”

“That's… very thoughtful of you.” 

“Did you ever go to the movies when you were alive?”

“Yes, once my mother took me to see a Chaplin film.” 

“That's so cool! My parents loved the movies, we went almost every week,” you both sat in silence for a moment. Both thinking of your parents before you changed the subject. “Oh and this right here,” you pointed to the small, almost unnoticeable USB dongle on the side of your computer. “This blocks Vox’s signal, so he can’t spy on us. I have one on the computer at my desk too.” 

“Oh, now that is handy. Where did you get something like that?” 

“Velvette had them made. She was working on a project and didn’t want Vox snooping. They work like a Faraday cage I guess, but it's specifically for his signal or code, whatever it is he’s made of. But it doesn’t block anything else so we can still use the internet.” 

“And I’m guessing Velvette didn’t just give them to you out of the kindness of her heart?”

“Haha no, I don’t think she has any of that. Or a heart for that matter. So I guess you can add thievery to my list of sins.” You shrugged dramatically. 

You found the movie to be artistically interesting. You’d never seen a silent film before and had expected it to be boring and slow-paced. It wasn’t what you were expecting at all. The lack of dialogue left things up to interpretation and body language. You definitely did not expect there to be as much romance as there was. Alastor seemed to enjoy it as well. 

“That was surprisingly good. I didn’t like the ending though,” you said.

“What would you have done differently?” he asked. 

“Instead of him being innocent, I would have made him the killer like they suspected. At the end, they think he’s innocent but then give you some sort of clue that it was him all along and he fooled everyone.” 

“Hmm. I like that ending better as well.” 

Of course, the idea of a serial killer getting away with his murders, fooling everyone, and getting everything he wanted in the end appealed to Alastor.

“Did this remind you of being alive?” 

“Oh yes, things have changed so much since then. I sometimes forget the taste of it.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Being alive? Heavens no. Maybe a thing or two, but I’m doing quite well for myself here,” he smiled. “Do you?”

“Yeah. I do,” you said somberly. “I miss my friends and family. My life felt full,” you sighed. You could feel tears building in your eyes. “Here I feel like... I’m just floating around. No real purpose. Empty and lonely.” 

“Well,” he placed a hand on your thigh, above your knee. “Nice thing about Hell is, you have an eternity to change that.” 

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Alastor couldn’t help but to feel that the hotel was making him soft. He had started to care about others, to some degree, and it tasted like bile in his mouth. But when you placed your head on his shoulder, what he felt was different. Protective and possessive were already strong traits of Alastor. But there was something more, something he couldn’t put his finger on. The need to care for you, for your wellbeing. You weren’t just another soul he owned and controlled like a pawn. He wanted you to feel fulfilled like you had when you were alive. He wanted to be your purpose. He’d dated around here and there when he was alive, mostly to please his mother. But it was difficult to be close to someone and keep such murderous secrets. Everyone was always kept at some degree of distance. And his need, craving, to kill took precedence over all else. But here in Hell he didn’t have to hide. You knew exactly what he was and were still here, sharing your warmth with him. He didn’t know what to make of it. He only knew he wanted more. 

He laid his head on top of yours. 

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11/13-14/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Con O'Neill; Nathan Foad; Kristian Nairn; Anapela Polata'ivao; Vico Ortiz; Jes Tom; Zayre Ferrer; Petition Status; Articles; Transgender Awareness Week; Love Notes;

Hey crew! So I am trying VERY HARD to be better about alt text across all the platforms, and it's taking way longer for me to get things out because of it. If anyone has a good idea on how to do those more easily will you please let me know? I do want to try to be more accessible (and I know the Repo is absolutely not terribly accessible at the moment). Anyway-- thanks Crew! Happy Friday!

= David Jenkins =

Chaos Dad out partying!

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Apparently (and I didn't know this, so thank you to the folks who explained to me wtf was going on) apparently CIS is considered a slur on twitter and will literally make your posts un-retweetable, and so Dad decided to go full hog and cause Cissmegeddon the other day. Props to our crewmates who helped him irritate the shit out of Elon.

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys is going to Australia in April! Apr 30, 2025 at the Princess Theatre in Brisbane you can see the legend in person! Are you in town then? Get tickets here!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

He's also announced all his UK & Ireland Tour Dates for 2025! You can buy tickets here!

Source: Rhys' Instagram

Reminder about new Atlanta show at the Helium clubs Nov 29, 30, and Dec 1st! Get tickets here!

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= Taika Waititi =

Interior Chinatown is almost here! Remember to check it out on November 19th on HULU! Taika was out doing lots of promos with the crew!

Source: Sthanlee's Instagram

Source: Variety Instagram

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= Con O'Neill =

Con is going to be in a new sitcom SAS Rogue Heroes! Thank you to Irene Adler for finding this! Sun.co.uk Article.

Source: Irene Adler's Instagram

= Nathan Foad =

Nathan sent us a bathroom selfie-- and ALSO shared this awesome review of Voyage of the Damned (the book he narrated) by _brainbowie_ on instagram! OH AND JUST BY THE WAY-- IT WAS NOMINATED for Audible's "Best Audiobooks of the Year 2024 in both the SFF list AND the Top 20 overall!!"

ANNND if you have read it and would like to help Voyage of the Damned out -- please put a review up on Audible! Let the world know how much Nathan's voice should be cherished! In addition - if you haven't already, please help Nathan and the author out by voting for it on Goodreads for 2024's Goodreads Choice Awards!

Source: Goodreads

= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian was kind enough to share a playlist featuring his love of synthwave!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

= Anapela Polataivao =

Source: The Guerilla Connection Instagram

BTS of The Guerilla Connection!

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= Vico Ortiz =

Vico had a great time at their first stand up comedy show! More random IG stories of it!

Source: Vico's Instagram Stories

= Jes Tom =

Jes Tom is out at Little Secrets Comedy tonight at the New York Comedy Festival if you're in town! November 15 @ 10:30 pm - 11:30 pm!

Source: Jes Tom's Instagram

= Zayre Ferrer =

Thank you so much to @adoptourcrew and Zadry Ferrer for highlighting this awesome Fellowship award awarded to our dear writer Zayre Ferrer! They were named one of the #inevitablefoundation's 2024 Visionary Fellows!

Source: Zadryg.bsky via @adoptourcrew

== Petition Status ==

Great news! Up to 90,150 signatures! To all our new OFMD fans out there, have you signed the petition yet? Thank you luci5459.bsky.social for sharing! (and @adoptourcrew for promoting!) https://www.change.org/p/save-our-flag-means-death

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== Articles ==

More articles featuring OFMD and Zayre Ferrer! Thanks @adoptourcrew!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Bsky

== Transgender Awareness Week ==

Happy Transgender Awareness week crew! Sending all my love out to our trans siblings out there <3 Especially know, please know how much we see and love you, and we have your backs no matter what comes, okay? Wanna learn more about Transgender Awareness Week and how you can help be a better ally? Visit GLAAD's website.

Source: Glaad Website

== Love Notes ==

Wow, now as you can tell, a lots gone on the last couple days! Especially with Rhys! Jeez! Everything seems to be ramping up, which is pretty great -- I don't know if you all are feeling the energy too, but it's nice to see some good things going on in these uncertain times. I know things are still rough right now, and some of you are itching to get out and make a difference. Please know that if you are feeling up for it now, it's totally okay to do that. Find things to do in your local community, find out how ot help online-- whatever you feel comfortable with. --and if you're not quite ready yet, that's okay too. I took two days off work this week despite having a huge project to finish, because I got sick, and my brain told me it needed a break, that there had been too much. I know not everyone has the luxery of doing that-- but if you do, please take some time if you need it. I've probably mentioned this before, but something that always bothers me about the phrase "You can't help anyone else if you don't help yourself!" is that that's not entirely true. YOU CAN. You can do all sorts of stuff without helping yourself, and by tiring yourself, and burning yourself out. But it's not sustainable, and you can't do it forever. You are so very strong, and I bet you could help so many people, and family and burn brightly until there was nothing left of you-- but that's not what any of us want. We want you to be okay on the other side of all this-- and sometimes that means taking a break even when things feel like they just can't wait. We care so much for you lovelies. Please care for yourselves too if you need it <3

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[undressmewithyoureyes]

Run For Me - FIVE

My name is Chloe Darby, and I just signed my death wish, but to be fair the blame shouldn’t be held on me. I think it’s a normal reaction when a huge dick is pounded into you, and you can’t help but scream out in pleasure and pain. What was I supposed to do? Lay there like a good little pillow princess?

               As much as I want to turn around and try to reason with him, I know its pointless. I saw the look in his beautiful eyes.

               Beautiful. Eyes.

               God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

               My feet hurt. I keep praying that the Charlie horses that want to make themselves known in my calves hold off. That is the last thing I need.

               He’s coming. I can hear him. I can feel him, but I need to push through. My body begs me to just let fate take its course, but I want to live. I want to live?

               My dad always told me the reason he did drugs was because of me. He would tell me over and over that I always kept him up at night and he was too afraid to fall asleep. That he didn’t want anything happening to me, so he would take drugs to keep him awake. He blamed me for his addiction.

               Then later when I was older and he didn’t need to take drugs to help him stay awake, he told me it was my fault because he was already on them. His voice haunts me as I hear, “If you wouldn’t have been born, I would be sober.” A part of me has always wondered if that was the drugs talking, or if he actually meant that.

               I fall to my knees – too exhausted to go any further. The haunting memories of my dad plagues my mind and the tears are like a faucet that has been left on. The salty water glides down my face and drips off my chin onto my partially exposed chest. My shoulders shake from the broken cry I’ve tried to keep in.

               His footsteps behind me perk my ears, but I don’t move. I no longer care. Why should I? I can hear his heavy breathing as he steps closer. His breathing alone tells me how pissed he is. I know because that’s one of the ways I could tell from my dad.

               He stops directly behind me – his legs touching my back as I just sit there. I’m as still as a statue just waiting for the knife to slit my throat or the axe to lodge into my skull. But the longer I wait, the more my anxiety grows. The human brain is absolutely terrifying. I want to die, but the feeling of not knowing puts me on edge.

               A sharp sting to my scalp causes me to gasp as his hand wraps in my black hair and pulls my head back. My eyes staring into his soulless voids and my throat exposed at his mercy. His eyes go back and forth to mine and then divert just barely to look at my swollen lips. The action is miniscule, but knowing he wants to test the waters still makes the heat pool between my legs…again.

               Why am I like this?

               “You did this to yourself,” he says to me as he pulls the knife back out. His eyes never leaving mine.

               I don’t say anything. Not that I don’t have the words because I have a mouthful, but I’m literally too fucking tired.

               He takes a deep breath as his eyes finally break contact and travel down the length of my exposed throat. I watch as his pupils dilate. I don’t know if it’s the fact that my blood will be pouring from it at any moment, or he wants to replace it with his hands as he drives his thick cock into me.

               The hand holding my hair tightens and I wince at the sharp pain that radiates through my scalp. He steps in front of me and places the knife at my throat. I swallow hard.

               “Do that again,” he tells me. His voice becoming raspy.

               I swallow again and watch as his eyes stay at my exposed throat.

               The low grunt he lets out makes my clit throb. I try to readjust myself, but even the slightest movement sends volts of electricity to my core. I can see the conflict within him. He wants me to bleed, but he also wants to make me writhe beneath him.

               Why not give him both?

               I close my eyes for a brief second before I gather the strength to do what I’m about to do.

               “Open your fucking eyes,” he demands. I listen.

               Without a second thought, I reach for the zipper of his pants and reach in to pull out his cock. He’s not done with me yet. He’s half hard and getting harder by the second – or he gets turned on from killing.

               The deep breath he takes in is like a vacuum pulling the air from my lungs. “Are you sorry?”

               I nod.

               He opens his mouth to speak, and I cut him off before he gets a word out, “Yes sir.”

               The lust in his eye’s flares even more. “Show me.”

               I wrap my hand around his cock, but he grabs my wrists and pulls it away. “Open your mouth.” I do as I’m told.

               He slowly puts the tip of his cock in my mouth and my tongue swirls around the head. The saltiness coats my tongue, causing a fire to start in my lower belly. This man is pure masculine. Pure dominance and he has become my fucking weakness.

               He inches in more and my hands brace themselves on his thighs. He pulls all the way out and reaches down to my robe – pulling it off me. He lets go of my hair and my scalp pulses from the harsh grip that was once there. I’m completely bare as I watch him remove the tie in the middle that once held my robe in place. “Put your hands behind your back.” I do as I’m told again and I feel the soft fabric bite into my skin as he ties my wrists together.

               He steps back in front of me, and I try to move my wrists just to see how tight he has them, and they wont budge. Fuck. Without having to be told, I open my mouth – ready for him again.

               “That’s a good girl,” he says as he put his cock back in my mouth. His hand grabs another fistful of hair and tears spring at the corner of my eyes from the sharp pain. “Are you going to make up your mistakes, Chloe?”

               God, hearing my name come out of his mouth in general, but with his cock going down my throat makes me almost cum right then.

               I nod my head, unable to speak. A sharp slap across my face startles me as he shoves his hips forward and his cock completely down my throat. “What did I say about using your words?”

               He has cut all of my air off with his thick cock, but the little bit of air I have left, I manage to mumble out, “Yes sir.”

               “Mmm. That’s my good girl.”

My. Good. Girl.

He rocks his hips as his cock slides in and out of the back of my throat. Tears running down the side of my face, but I promise it’s not from pain. “Eyes on me,” he tells me as he grips my hair even harder. I swear if he pulls it anymore, he’ll rip my hair from my scalp.

I listen as his good girl and let him fuck my mouth however he wants. My pussy throbs as his cock slides across my tongue. My clit begs to be touched and if my hands weren’t tied behind my back, I’d be rubbing my swollen clit so fucking fast – begging and doing anything to cum.

               “You like being my fucking whore don’t you Chloe?”

               I started to roll my eyes in the back of my head, but then remember what he said. Eyes on him.

               “Yes sir.”

               Drool runs out of my mouth and drips off my chin as he picks up his pace. My throat becoming sore from the large intrusion. The masked mans breathing becomes heavier and his grunts becoming deeper. His eyes stare back into mine – not breaking contact as he continues to hold my hair and fuck my mouth.

               The smell of his musk fills my nostrils, and I can feel my pussy start to contract on the brink of an orgasm. “Don’t you fucking cum.” The authority in his voice almost making it impossible not to.

               Damn, is it that obvious?

               “You don’t cum until I tell you, understand?” His voice raspy. His cock getting even harder.

               “Yes sir.”

               This is fucking torture. This man knows the edge of a fucking blade and knows how to edge me too. Jesus Christ.

               I try to hold back the feeling, but having his cock in my mouth and his piercing gaze on me, I’m tipping over the edge. Right before I fuck up again, he pulls out of my mouth, and I take in a huge breath. The gulp of air relieving just enough to make me not cum.

               Without hesitation, he lets go of my hair and steps behind me – pushing me roughly onto the ground. He grabs my hips and jerks them up, so my ass is in the air. My wet pussy glistening in the moonlight and on full display for him as my face rests in the cool dirt.

               I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance as I take in a deep breath and brace for what’s about to come…again. He slowly pushes inside me. Teasing me, as my pussy stretches for him.

               “Take it like a good girl Chloe,” he says. I know he’s grinning under the mask. And he knows my demented self is enjoying it. The pain of him stretching me feels like fire being torn through my pussy, but the pain is something I enjoy. It’s something that makes me feel – even if it hurts, it feels good.

               He gets about halfway into me before forcefully shoving all the way inside me. I gasp in air as a moan leaves my mouth instead of an exhaled breath. He does this again – my pussy already sore from him not letting me adjust.

               He grabs my tied wrists and pulls me back – lifting my face out of the dirt and making me arch my back. This allows him to go deeper as he slams his cock into me. My moans and his grunts echoing around us. “You take my cock like a good girl,” he says as he picks up his pace. “You’re so wet for me.”

               I have no words. I don’t even know if he wants me to respond. My head is becoming foggy as the fire deep within me bursts into an inferno. He left me on edge when his cock was down my throat and now its coming back twice as strong. And I’m only allowed to cum when he tells me? This is going to be what kills me. Not the knife or the axe.

               My thoughts are soon replaced with pain as fire burns across my back. I take a deep breath and turn my neck to look back. One of his hands continues to hold my tied wrists and the other holds the knife – the blade now bloody.

               He pulls almost all the way out and plunges deep into me, the pain turning immediately into pleasure. “You like that?” he asks me as he presses the tip of the blade into my skin.

               “Yes sir,” I moan out.

               He runs the blade across my milky skin – replacing it now with a river of crimson. I arch my back even more allowing him to go deeper from the pain. “Take it like the good girl you are Chloe.”

               I close my eyes as they roll in the back of my head. My pussy clenches down on him for just a second as I fight the orgasm. “Please,” I whisper out.

               “Please what?” I hear the humor in his voice. He knows.

               He picks up his speed as his hands tighten on my wrists. “No.” His voice deep and commanding.

               The blade cuts across my skin again and I draw in a quick breath as his cock hits that sensitive place inside my soaking pussy. Tears spring in my eyes from the overwhelming feeling. I need a release. Soon.

               He shoves into me roughly one last time before pulling out. My pussy clenches trying to find the friction he was just giving me. He removes his hand from my wrists and my back stings as he rubs his other hand across it – smearing blood across my back and onto his hand.

               He rolls me over onto my back – my wrists pinned beneath me. I obediently open my legs, wanting him back inside me. I watch as the corner of his eyes crease from grinning under the mask. He reaches forward and wraps his bloody hand around my throat – leaving his handprint in my blood on my skin.

               He doesn’t hesitate as he roughly shoves his cock back inside me. My back arching once again from the painful intrusion – his hand still on my throat. “You look so beautiful with my marks on you,” he tells me as he pumps hard inside me.

               I keep my eyes on him like I was told to, but every fiber in me wants to roll them in the back of my head. My wet pussy is now dripping down to my ass as I fight not to cum with my life. Literally.

               His thrusts are becoming brutal as I continue to moan out. His grip around me throat becoming harder – cutting off my air supply. If he strangles me to death as he allows me to cum, I will be okay going out this way.

               The inferno deep in me is blazing and my orgasm is pounding on the door ready to be let in.

               “Please,” I beg. It’s a low whisper, but I know he hears me.

               “You think you deserve to cum?” He’s prolonging it.

               “Yes sir,” I moan out again. I can feel that door slowly opening as his grip tightens even more cutting the oxygen completely from my throat.

               He leans down close to my face, his hips losing their rhythm. He’s close, “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

               The colors I see when I close my eyes are colors I haven’t ever seen before. My body explodes as my pussy drenches his cock. He thrusts a few more times into me before burying himself completely inside of me and filling me with his hot cum – thrusting a few more times to push it deeper inside me.

               “That’s right. Cum for me baby girl,” he pants on top of me.

               The orgasm rips through me completely. My vision going in and out. He removes his hand from my throat – allowing me to take in a gulp of air. He watches me while my body writhes under him at his mercy.

               He removes himself from me and tucks himself back into his pants. My eyes grow heavy as I drift in and out of consciousness. I feel my body being lifted and feel like I’m floating before the darkness takes me completely.