#give me Rosie content 2024

[lonelysa1lor]

Was Sam actually thrown into the Eyepocalypse? cause at the end of TMA things go back to 'normal'. Which resulted in Jon, Martin, Jonah and presumably many more than just Celia being thrown into The Protocols Universe. That being said my guess is that Sam's going to meet Georgie, Melanie, Basira and Rosie and go through shenanigans and while dealing with Archivist bullshit

[witchwyfe]

karma is my boyfriend - rc

pairing - (non-canon) Rafe Cameron x female reader

précis - a lil princess treatment from rafe :)

content/warnings - mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption, fluff,

word count - 673

"Rafe, Rafe!?" You're spinning around, looking for your boyfriend until suddenly you whirl around and bump into a broad chest.

"Hey!" You gasp, until you look up and see his face. "Oh! Hi baby!" You coo, reaching up to cup his cheeks. 

"Hi sweet girl." He smiles, running his thumb along your cheekbone. 

You greet him happily, leaning in to his touch. "Did you get my drink?" You wonder, suddenly remembering why he left you in the first place.

"Hmm, sure did." He nods, handing you an ice water rather than the vodka redbull you'd requested.

You don't seem to notice though, slipping the paper straw into your mouth and slurping it down happily.

"We gonna dance s'more?" You wonder, straw between your lips.

"We can't, baby," He says, smoothing a hand down the back of your head. "They're closing."

"Nooo!" You groan, throwing your head back.

"I know, I know," He soothes. "But we can go home and get some snacks and watch a show...?" He offers.

"Okay!" You're smiling once again, digging your fingers into his tee shirt.

"Finish your drink and we'll go home, kay?" 

You nod, bypassing the straw and tipping the rest of the water into your mouth, before handing your empty glass to Rafe.

You're not even that drunk, really just a little past tipsy but you're fine with letting Rafe handle everything and take care of you.

Suddenly his jacket is being draped over your shoulders, coupled with a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

"Thank you." You simper. You slide your arms into the sleeves and blink up at your boyfriend.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

You lead him out of the bar, arms shoved into the pockets of his jacket, while he has your little purse slung over his shoulder, your phone, his phone, and the keys all in one hand.

"How much farther?" You ask a few moments later, looking back at him.

"Not too much," He frowns looking out at the street. When the two of you arrived at the club, hours before, he'd had to park his car somewhat far due to the lack of space. "Your feet hurting, baby?"

You shrug a shoulder. "Yeah." You nod. "But it's just till the car then I'll take my shoes off."

"C'mere," He says, shoving both of your phones into his pocket.

"What?" You wonder, turning to give him a coy smile.

Your sweet boyfriend kneels down on the dirty sidewalk, taking your ankle into his hands so he can unbuckle your heel. You're flustered beyond words, heat rising on your cheeks while Rafe's rough palm softly works your foot out of your strappy shoe. 

"Stand on my foot babe, so I can take your other shoe off." He says, running his hand up your calf. 

Once both of your heels are dangling from his hand, he scoops you into his arms, bridal style.

"Are you sure, Rafe?" You wonder softly. "I feel bad, you don't--"

"You have nothing to feel bad about." He assures, lips at your temple. "Just let me take you to the car, okay gorgeous?"

"Okay." You hum happily, relaxing in his hold.

Your arms are sling around your neck and you have easy access to his neck if you strain a little--and you do--at least five times on the way to the car, so you can kiss his neck.

He pretends like he's not flustered by it, but you can see the rosy glow of his cheeks from the street lamps, the harsh light making him appear ethereal and you have to shut your eyes for a second to remember he's real.

You’re still in a fond trance when he uses one hand to open the car door and gently deposit you into the passenger seat. He buckles your seatbelt and tugs on it, before pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“Love you,” You croon, leaning back against the seat to look at him. 

“Love you so much more.” He promises. “C’mere angel, gimme a kiss.”

© witchwyfe 2024. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[angelssmvse]

𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍’𝙎 𝙋𝙍𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝘽𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝜗𝜚 (part one)

Cecilia has always been a daughter of God; her family, her past, and her future will always include Him.

However, her family despises her, treating her poorly simply because she is a woman. “They’ve always dreamed of having a boy,” she says, staring at the floor and playing with the fabric of her vest. She then looks up, adding, “and then they got me.” A tear falls down her rosy cheek.

It was mid-June when the Jones family moved to this small town in America, seeking peace after their chaotic life in New York—no more city noise or drama. Cecilia brings her suitcases into her room before running downstairs, where the food is already on the table, ready to be eaten. She sits down and takes her mother’s and sister’s hands, all of them holding each other for a prayer. “May God bless our food. Amen,” her father says. “Amen,” they all repeat.

Gwen, her sister, has never been obedient; she is anything but ordinary. She hates the church, her family, and her life. While chewing the exquisite lasagna their mother made, she is glued to her phone. “Gwen,” Cecilia whispers, referring to the phone and how their parents are looking at her, “put that down.”

“Girls, eat quickly and get ready for bed. I don’t want to be late for church tomorrow morning,” their mother instructs. “And Cecilia, please compose yourself; you’ll look like a boy if you sit like that.”

“Yes, Mother.” Cecilia looks down, straightening her posture.

The sun is shining when Cecilia wakes up and walks to her bathroom to wash her face and do her makeup. She starts with a small amount of concealer, softly patting it onto her face, followed by some blush and brown mascara, finishing with a touch of gloss on her rosy lips.

While getting dressed and doing her hair, the door to her room suddenly bangs open, making her jump. “Where’s my fucking eyeliner?” Gwen screams, rummaging through Cecilia's makeup bag. “Gosh, Gwen, you scared me,” Cecilia whispers. “Here.” She rolls her eyes and hands Gwen the makeup product as her sister snatches it and quickly leaves.

After a little while, both sisters are ready and head to the exit, where their parents are already waiting. Their mother hugs them with a huge smile, while their father opens the door for the three women.

Once in the church, they take a seat and listen to Father Charlie’s sermon. “He’s handsome, isn’t he?” Gwen whispers. “Shut up, Gwen,” Cecilia replies, smiling at her.

Cecilia quickly wipes away her tears. “Then my sister came to life and saved me. Even though we had conflicts, we always stood by each other,” she begins to sob. “I miss her.”

Father Charlie looks down. “Is this the reason you haven’t been attending my sermons anymore?” he asks, looking through the privacy screen. She nods. “I see,” he continues, “you’ve missed many of my lessons as well. But I understand; you’ve been through a lot. However, it’s been months already, Cecilia, and you need to be on the same page as the other girls, or you’ll never become a nun.”

“I know…” she nods. “What can I do?”

He looks up again. “Hear me out: you can come here any time after my sermons, and I can give you private lessons. How does that sound?” he speaks softly.

Cecilia’s smile widens at his words. “Yes,” she nods. “Thank you, Father.”

“8 P.M. here, okay? I’ll be waiting.”

EXPLORE THE ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE🤍

Copyright © angelssmvse 2024 — I own only this story and some characters I have created, including Sister Cecilia Jones, Gwen Jones (Cecilia's sister), Lenny Jones (Cecilia's mother), and William Jones (Cecilia's father), among others. I give credit for the remaining content to the series "Grotesquerie" by Ryan Murphy. This is the only platform where I have published the story. Please do not copy or translate it without permission or proper attribution.

[ofmdrecaps]

08/28/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Con O'Neill; Samba Schutte; Guz Khan; Leslie Jones; Nathan Foad; Bronson Pinchot; Connor Barrett & Brian Gattas; Fan Spotlight: OFMD Colouring Pages; Never Left Podcast Raffle;

== Rhys Darby ==

New line up information for 'Rhys Darby's Saying Funny Things Society' on Oct 1st in Largo LA!

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If you're not already subscribed to Rhys' Sub Stack, please do, there's some fun content there, including Bill Napier videos and daily drawings by Rhys! This weeks Bill Napier Weather Report

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Rhys and Rosie's son Finn's band "Great Big Cow" has a new music video out on youtube! Wanna support the Darby family? Check it out!

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== Taika Waititi ==

Looks like Taika's gonna be at Eden Park on 09/29/24 for the Haka Record event!

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== Kristian Nairn ==

New Article about Kristian Nairn's book -- as well as a mention of OFMD! Thanks @adoptourcrew for the share!

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== Con O'Neill ==

Con recently performed "An Invocation" by Ben Tufnell! Thanks @ringasunn for sending the info my way!

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== Samba Schutte ==

Samba out with his beautiful baby <3

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Next up in Samba land-- the absolute sweetheart Katrina aka kmostran over on twitter was kind enough to share her birthday gift with the rest of the us! Samba did a quick cameo for her, and talked about all our clowning <3 Happy belated birthday Katrina, and thanks for spreading the love!

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== Guz Khan ==

BTS of Man Like Mobeen!

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== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan keeping us all on our toes with laughs and love!

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One of Nathan's Projects-- 'Dope Fiend' is heading to Denmark for the Mix Copenhagen (LGBTQ+) Film Festival from Oct 25-Nov 3rd!

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== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie rocking a SERIOUSLY slick white suit for The Daily Show!

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== Bronson Pinchot ==

Bronson's back with more Ned Low shorts! Not sure why but it wont let me share it properly-- so you'll have to visit on instagram here.

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== Conner Barrett & Brian Gattas ==

Our darling Hornberry, and Siegfried celebrated 18 years together on September 27th!

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== Fan Spotlight ==

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

Our friend @patchworkpiratebear is back with more OFMD themed Colouring Pages!

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= Never Left Podcast Raffle =

Are you a patron of Never Left Podcast? Would you like to be? Well nows the time to support your favorite podcast by joining their patreon! They're giving away one of Ed's Emerald rings!

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== Love Notes ==

Since I am fading fast tonight lovelies, I'm going to go ahead and replace tonight's Love Notes with goofy Moo Deng memes, hopefully they make you smile like they did for me <3 Sending so much love your way, hope you are making it through the weekend safely (especially you folks getting hit by the hurricane). Please reach out to the crew if you need some help loves <3

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[lehguru]

THINGS TO SAY AFTER KISSING + GOJO SATORU

prompt 4: "never again—"

info: prompt list by @/dumplingsjinson !! bsf!gojo, cw for swearing; not proofread + commissions are open!

you had to admit that your best friend was hot. since your teen years, gojo satoru was loved by girls and boys everywhere, but, even if you could agree he was a gorgeous man, you never understood why they went crazy over him.

when you looked at satoru, all you could see was the insufferable annoying man that you had to deal with everyday; if you tried to ignore him, he would simply show up at your place and not leave until you reassured him that you weren't mad. you loved him, of course, but you never truly understood the people that fawned over him.

"can we kiss?" you asked while he had his head on your lap, his closed eyes opening wide immediately.

his eyebrows shot up. "why? are you finally in love with me?"

you rolled your eyes. of course that would be the first thing he would think about. you slapped his chest, making the man whine—it didn't really hurt him, he just enjoyed being extremely dramatic—, and growled. "no, you fucking idiot!" you placed a hand over your eyes. "nevermind."

he got up and slid closer to you, almost sitting on your lap. his pink lips pouted and he tried to use his boyish charm on you, "no, tell me! you can't leave me curious like that!"

"i was just wondering—" you interrupted yourself with a sigh, imagining the headache he would give you over that. "wondering why people came back to kiss you, because you're a horrible company. that's all. that's why i asked."

the silence that followed your confession was... uncanny.

you didn't have the courage to look at his face. you knew he was getting ready to make fun of you and you would mever hear the end of it. in the eerie silence, you heard him inhale and you opened your mouth, ready to tell him off

"alright."

"fuck off— what?" your eyes went so wide, you thought they would pop out of their sockets. "w-what did you say?"

"i said 'alright'." he smirked, his rosy cheeks being slightly pushed up. "i mean, i always wanted to know how your lips taste like."

you rolled your eyes. of course he would still have his fuckboy attitude. for what seemed the thousandth time that day, you sighed; this time, gojo held your chin and made you turn to look at him. his piercing blue eyes darted from your lips to your eyes.

"you sound like a old geezer when you sigh."

before you could yell at him or make fun of him back, his lips crashed into yours. your anger melted into surprise and you let out a yelp; with a chuckle, satoru deepened the kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. you relaxed in his grip, it wasn't a bad kiss, the way that satoru tilted his head and moved his lips showed that he knew what he was doing. but... it didn't felt right. even after he nibbled at your bottom lip—he knew you adored that—you still couldn't fully enjoy the kiss.

when you both were out of breath, gojo pulled away, a string of spit connecting both of you. he licked it up and closed his eyes. after a couple of second in silence, you both said in unison.

"never again—"

you snapped your heads to look at each other and laughed loudly. you shook your head, silently appreciating that he agreed with your opinion for once. he laid his head on your lap again, this time he was the one sighing. his slender fingers rested against his forehead and he murmured, loud enough to reach your ears.

"can't believe you're the only best friend i don't want to fuck."

you slapped his chest again and you both chuckled.

2024 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used in them belong to their respective creators!!

[sombrashe]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆kinktober 2024⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𓉸ྀི heat wave

𓉸ྀི Claire Redfield

𓉸ྀི content afab!reader, chubby!reader, claire is a fox hybrid and reader is a axolotl hybrid, ejaculating strap, strap-on sex, readers in heat, breeding kink, squirting

You're absolutely miserable. March has barely started and heat is already coursing through your veins. Your wife was away on business, something about a scoop up in North America. Whining you pace around your home kitchen island. Just long enough for you to get some relief from the movement. You wish she was here for you to walk around and rub against. Your ears perk up when you hear the front door start to creak open. Stopping your movement you quickly make your way to the door and stand there expectingly. You're bouncing on the balls of your feet when that classic red color fills your vision. Grinning, your frilly gils shift at the slight wind picked up before the door closes. Blinking, one eye at a time, you wrap your arms tightly around her waist. You barely give her enough room to rest her luggage down on the floor. The heat only gets worse as her musty scent fills your nostrils. You know you've ruined your underwear by the time you're able to pull yourself away from her. Looking up at her, your pupils take over.

"I'm home."

She gives you a short laugh and a gentle smile as she takes you in. You nod and start to remove your shirt. Any reservations are completely thrown out the window the moment she comes inside.

"Angel."

She doesn't get more than a nickname out before you're cutting her off.

"It's March, Claire."

She gives you a surprised look before stepping into action.

"I'm sorry, how long has it been?"

"Two weeks, started March 3rd."

You make sure to keep track of your heat cycles closely. Keeping her updated on when they start, how long each cycle is, and when they die down. This time she was so busy you decided it was better to keep track yourself and update her when she got home. And now she's home. You grab her hand and drag her into the bedroom. Your bra has been discarded for most of the day so all that's left is your sticky underwear. Yanking them off you crawl into bed and wait anxiously. She leans down and gives you a gentle kiss, feeling the burn of your flesh against her rosy lips. She's going to damn slow and you let her know by gently knocking the hell of your foot against the back of her calf. She smooths your hair before pulling away. Rooting through your drawers it takes her a few minutes, but she seems to find what she's looking for with an ah-ha. Turning around she shows off the ejaculating strap she bought years ago when you two originally started dating. Seeing how much internal pain you're in, your legs tightly clenched together and the thin sheen of sweat glistening on your body, she gets to work clinking the strap into place.

Once it's snug around her waist she crawls into your blanket nest and lays you back. You change position almost immediately and get on your hands and knees to better present yourself to her. She hums and uses her thumbs to part your labia. Whistling she takes in your dripping cunt, the way it clenches around nothing has pink dusting the tips of her ears. You back up a bit to move her on and she gives you a quick kiss on the back in response. After a few more minutes of admiring she lines the faux cock up to your entrance. Slowly she sinks it into you and all the while your chirps fill the room. Once the tip bumps against your cervix, she slowly pulls out. She repeats this a few times until she feels you're ready. Pulling out once more she slams her hips plush against the fat of your ass with a low groan. Your cunt makes loud wet noises with each thrust.

"Such a pretty pussy, so eager for this cock. Bet you want me to fill you up. Make you nice and round with my pups."

You let out a noise akin to a bubble of air coming up from underwater in response. She grins and continues slamming her hips against you. Flesh melding against flesh. Her pale skin starts to burn pressed up against yours like this and she wants nothing more than to hear your orgasm. Snaking a hand around your hips she roughly circles your clit with sharp movements. You end up buried in a pillow, your legs starting to shake as you swim up from the deep. She keeps her unoccupied hand firmly pressed against your ass, jamming crescent shapes into the flesh. Her thrusts become sloppy as she rises to her peak. The strap is designed to take her slick and allow her the opportunity to fill you up. You wiggle your hips in an attempt to cum quicker. It works out perfectly as you crest the water. Panting into the damp pillow you jump as your orgasm takes over. A surprise to you both as you squirt all over her thighs. She groans at the feeling and joins you on the shore as she cums deep into your cunt, pushing past your cervix and filling your uterus. You're thoroughly blissed out, a sticky sheen covering your thighs and greedy cunt. Flopping down you tilt your head so she's able to pick up your words.

"I need a bath."

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist | Other Characters Masterlist

[icedemi]

⋆˚🐾˖° PEGGING CHUUYA FOR THE FIRST TIME ! ?

ೀ cw: porn without plot. not proofread. new 2 writing smut. DOM! GENDER NEUTRAL READER !! kink shaming if u squint?? ABSOLUTE FILTH !!! use of words : pathetic slut. that's it.. !! MDNI ! NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT !

" pegging?! fuck no, i'm not letting you shove that up my ass! christ, people are into that..? "

" oh c'mon chuu.. it'll be fun! I'll be gentle i pinky promise...! "

" fine... but you owe me .. "

---

you gently guide him onto the bed, his hair unraveling, allowing his ginger locks to fall gracefully, framing his flushed face and exposed neck in an alluring manner.

your fingers delicately trace his sensitive nipples as you skillfully guide the rosy, semi-translucent dildo towards his awaiting lips.

" open up, sweetheart ! " you hum with a captivating smile.

a soft groan escaped his plush lips, " you're gonna be the death of- " was all he managed to mutter out, as you shoved the dildo inside his eager mouth, tears spilling from his beautiful heterochromic eyes.

you delicately guide the toy in and out, ensuring it's generously lubricated before taking it out and kissing him passionately.

" fuck chuu.. you're already this hard and leaking? such a pathetic slut, i bet you'd be able to cum just from this.. "

" face down, ass up " you demand, playfully striking his face with the dildo (gently), he whines, but obediently complies.

pressed against the plush pillows, he lets out a whiny gasp as his pants are swiftly pulled down without warning.

his delicate pink entrance glistening, yearning to be touched. you grace it with a sensual kiss, along with a silky droplet of salvia..

you slowly push the lubricated dildo inside his goey pink walls, a chuckle escaping you as you witness his sensitive hole, clamping and clenching around the toy.

" you're so adorable like this chuu... oh, and hold onto this for me, will you? " you giggled, pressing a matching buttplug into his mouth. a whimpered moan escapes his lips as his eyes roll back, lost in ecstasy..

it's not long before his sensitive leaking dick begins to twitch, he moans, casting a pleading gaze your way, before succumbing to release, painting the silky velvet sheets beneath him with his sweet sticky essence.

you pull away and take a moment to appreciate the aftermath, removing the dildo and observing the enticing mess. then, teasingly shifting focus, you retrieve the buttplug from his mouth, inserting it into his sensitive, dripping hole.

mwah !

ೀ AN : i accidentally deleted this twice, if there's any mistakes ignore them plz im not rewriting it again .... ANYWAYS ILY ALL !! 🩷🩷 ≽^•⩊•^≼

© vampycries 2024! please don't steal re-upload or translate my work pls!! ill eat you alive >:(( reblogs r appreciated and I will give you a smooch <33 /p

[fanby-fckry]

Purely Platonic, Non-Contractually Obligated Sins

Chapter 1: A Fucking Day Off

Day 6 of Ace Alastor Week: International Asexuality Day (Free Space)

Word Count: 1,791 (and counting)

Chapters: 1/2 ( || Next -> )

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Warnings: Religious Content, Angel Dust-Typical Sexual Content (Hazbin Hotel), (hence the rating), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

Relationships: Alastor & Angel Dust

Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Minor Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Mentioned Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Mentioned Lucifer Magne | Morningstar

Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Post-Season/Series 01, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Light Angst, Friendship, Platonic Relationships, Queerplatonic Relationships, Open to Interpretation, Established Relationship, Platonic Date, Platonic Romance, (I hope I’m using that tag right), Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Aromantic Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel), Sex Worker Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust Being Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust Needs a Hug (Hazbin Hotel), (and Alastor is going to give him one), Banter, Dinner, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Series: Part 6 of Fanby’s Ace Alastor Week 2024

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Summary:

“Now what?” Angel asked. “You gonna actually take me out on a date?”

“That’s entirely up to you, my dear!” Alastor folded his hands behind his back, feeling quite pleased with himself. “I’m perfectly content knowing I’ve done my part to help the hotel’s one and only resident out of his contractually obligated path of sin for the night so that he can fail redemption of his own free will!”

*

Alastor thought Angel could use a day off, so he got him one! Of course, what Angel does with his time off is his to choose, but Alastor did offer him a date.

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Author’s Notes:

Originally this was day 4 – and still is on AO3 – but the OneWayStatic date prompt is turning out to be darker than previously expected, and I’d rather sandwich it between two fluff and humor fics than one fluff fic and one smut fic, so this one’s getting moved.

Also, I was hoping to finish the OneWayBroadcast today, but I don’t think that’s in the cards.

Alastor surveyed the lobby of the newly rebuilt Hazbin Hotel from the shadows. Husker was asleep at the bar – which, ordinarily, Alastor would attribute to laziness or alcoholism, but he supposed the reconstruction had taken a toll on them all – while Angel Dust was milling about, clearly restless.

Angel hadn’t bothered to wake Husk – which, in itself, was a sign of the spider’s distress – and was pacing, fidgeting, and constantly checking his hellphone device.

Well, this just won’t do! Alastor thought.

Alastor zipped through the shadows, rematerializing by Angel’s side. “Good evening!”

Angel cursed under his breath and almost dropped his hellphone. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to you doin’ that, ya know,” he said.

“Hardly anyone does!” Alastor said, cheerfully. He was particularly proud of his ability to strike fear into the hearts of men using nothing but low-level magic, timing, and his signature smile. “I even get Rosie from time to time!”

“You sound real proud of yourself, smiles,” Angel said, halfheartedly.

Alastor grinned. “And you sound absolutely miserable!”

Angel sighed. “That obvious, huh?”

“Afraid so, my dear.” Alastor leaned on his microphone – ah, it was good to have that back! “What’s got you so out of sorts?”

“What else?” Angel asked, rhetorically. “Work. My boss is the kinda freak that makes freaks like you look like upstanding citizens.”

“My fuckin’ skin itches,” Angel said, scratching as if saying the words out loud had pushed the itch to the forefront of his attention. “And it ain’t even withdrawals this time. I’m just… I’m not ok.”

“Ah.” Alastor wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to Angel’s honesty.

When Alastor first arrived at the hotel, he’d met an Angel Dust that buried his emotions under the mask of a performer putting on a show for anyone and everyone in sight, including himself. It was something the two of them had in common! But, as time went on, and they grew more comfortable in each others’ presence, they both began to lift their masks – Angel considerably more so than Alastor.

Angel’s newfound vulnerability was something that Alastor both envied and feared, although he would never say either out loud.

“Perhaps you should take the rest of the day off!” Alastor suggested.

Angel forced out a laugh. “No can do, smiles,” he said. “As much as I’d love a fuckin’ day off, Val’s got me booked for the night. Some bigshot who wants to” – Angel used his upper set of hands to create air quotes – “‘remain anonymous,’ but has no problem pickin’ me up at the hotel in front of Lucifer and everyone!”

“Haven’t talked to him personally, but he sounds like a pompous piece of shit,” Angel complained.

Alastor tilted his head at a forty-five degree angle, just barely covering his amusement. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm.” Angel pulled out his phone. “I’ve got receipts.”

Angel held the device up to Alastor’s face. Between the angle of the screen and the brightness, Alastor couldn’t really see what was on the damned thing, but he didn’t need to.

“Oh right,” Angel said, putting his phone away. “I forgot you’ve got the whole ‘deer in the headlights’ light sensitivity shit.”

That wasn’t exactly how Alastor would describe it – but he had developed some difficulty seeing under bright lighting since taking on this cursed, cervine form.

“Just take my word for it,” Angel insisted. “Guy talks like he thinks he’s better than everyone.”

“He’s supposed to show up here around seven – which is way too fuckin’ early by the way,” Angel said. “Johns never know what to do with me when they book me out for too long, and I wind up sittin’ around, twiddlin’ my dick because they can’t get it up again, but they can’t get a refund, neither.”

Alastor checked the time. 6:57 pm.

“I know next to nothin’ about him. No name, no pics,” Angel listed, counting them off on his fingers. “Just that he’ll be wearin’ red. I’m s’posed to recognize him from that and this dumb passcode he came up with…”

Alastor queued up an instrumental and sang a slightly modified version of the matching lyrics.

“Got a date with an Angel

Got to meet him at seven

Got a date with an Angel

And I'm on my way to Heaven”

Angel stared at him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed.

“Tsk tsk,” Alastor tutted. “I know you’re a spider, but surely there are better ways to catch flies!”

Angel laughed – a real laugh this time. The honest, uncontrolled kind that left one’s sides aching and compelled everyone else in the room to laugh along.

“Alastor,” Angel said, once he caught his breath. “Ya gotta stop buyin’ my time.”

Alastor was grinning from ear to ear. “Well, if your poor excuse for an Overlord would give you a ‘fucking day off’ as you put it, I wouldn’t have to!”

It had admittedly become a bit of a habit. Not a bad habit, but a habit all the same.

Angel would start to become restless or overworked, causing Alastor to notice his distress and find some way or another to discreetly buy him some time off. Sometimes they spent the allotted time together, though more often than not, Alastor left Angel to do whatever he pleased with his newly found free time.

“How’d you even do it this time?” Angel asked. “Val had the whole conversation over Vitter and said the guy paid with Voxmo. I’ve never seen you on a hellphone or a computer or anything with internet access for that matter.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, my effeminate friend!” Alastor wrapped an arm around Angel and reeled him in closer. “I’ve had access to the ‘internet’ for as long as the Vees have been mooching off of my domain, rebranding radio waves as this so-called ‘wi-fi!’”

“Holy shit, I never thought of it like that,” Angel whispered.

“Wait a second…” The spider aimed an incredulous look at Alastor. “Are you tellin’ me you’ve been playin’ dumb about modern tech and culture this whole time?”

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag!” Alastor played the sound of a cat yowling – which caused Husk to flick his ear and stir in his sleep.

Angel Dust wiggled out of Alastor’s grip. “Can’t believe the Radio Demon has a secret Vitter account,” he said, shaking his head.

“Actually, I created that account specifically for this occasion,” Alastor corrected. “Just because I have internet access doesn’t mean I’m ‘chronically online,’ as the youth say.”

Angel smirked, as if a truly wicked idea had entered his mind. “Hey, Al,” he said with faux innocence. “Look up ‘Radio Demon rule 34.’”

“Angel Dust,” Alastor replied, voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. “In the kindest way possible, go touch grass.”

Angel laughed again. “Ok, so you know enough not to search rule 34 and to tell me to get a life/go fuck myself.”

“Precisely!”

“Alright, internet literacy test passed,” Angel said. “Now what?” he asked. “You gonna actually take me out on a date?”

“That’s entirely up to you, my dear!” Alastor folded his hands behind his back, feeling quite pleased with himself. “I’m perfectly content knowing I’ve done my part to help the hotel’s one and only resident out of his contractually obligated path of sin for the night so that he can fail redemption of his own free will!”

“Wow, thanks, asshole.” Angel rolled his eyes and flipped Alastor off with three different hands. “Finally startin’ to see the nun parallels now, Sister Alastor. The holier-than-thou attitude and constant guilt take me right back to my days as a Catholic schoolboy.”

“You should keep a ruler on ya,” Angel added. “Just in case I start writin’ with my left hands.”

Without thinking, Alastor rubbed his thumb over the knuckles of his own left hand – which was thankfully still behind his back, and therefore hidden from view.

“Hm.” Alastor pretended to consider Angel’s sardonic suggestion. “No, I think you might enjoy corporal punishment a bit too much for it to have anything but the opposite effect.”

Angel shrugged. “You’re not wrong,” he said. “But, now that I know you’re in it to watch me struggle or whatever-”

“Technically,” Alastor interjected. “That was my reason for involving myself with this hotel and the nonsensical notion of ‘redemption’ to begin with.”

“Yeah, yeah, reality is the best entertainment and you get your kicks outta watchin’ us lesser demons struggle.” Angel Dust waved his upper hands dismissively and folded his lower arms against his chest. “But I’m a petty bitch.”

“And you tipped your hand.” Angel took one index finger and pointed it directly at Alastor’s chest – sufficiently accusatory, without physically touching him. “So I’ve decided I’m your problem for tonight.”

“Fair enough,” Alastor said. “I suppose I’ll make good on my offer for a date.”

“It don’t gotta be nothin’ fancy,” Angel said with a shrug. “We can just hang out at the hotel and order MacMammon’s or somethin’.”

A record scratch played in response to the word, ‘MacMammon’s.’

Alastor cleared his throat. “Regardless of the circumstances, I will not be eating or serving any ‘fast-food.’”

Alastor said the term, ‘fast-food,’ like it was a curse. Because as far as he was concerned it was one.

Angel snorted. “The cannibal is a foodie,” he said. “Figures.”

“I have standards!” Alastor said. “And if I expect my date to raise his above Lucifer’s kneecaps, if only for tonight.”

Alastor queued up some lively background music. “The night is young!” he said, taking Angel by the hand. “Come with me and I’ll cook you some real food!”

“Hold it, smiles.” Angel dug his heels into the carpet, refusing to move an inch. Alastor could have pulled him along using Eldritch-enhanced strength, but…

“Time out,” Angel said, sounding a bit hesitant. “I just wanna clarify some shit before this goes any further.”

Alastor waited patiently as Angel collected his thoughts.

“This is still, uh… platonic, right?” Angel asked. “Just two friends sharin’ a meal? No happy endings or nothin’?”

“Completely platonic,” Alastor confirmed. “No strings attached. I may have purchased your time for the evening, but adding a sexual element to our relationship is decidedly not something I’m interested in.”

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God.”

“What’s He got to do with it?” Alastor asked, prompting another wave of giggles from Angel Dust.

“Thank you, Alastor,” Angel said, instead.

“Well, now you’re just feeding my god complex!” Alastor said, accompanied by his own laugh track. “And Heaven knows Gluttony is my sin!”

“Pride, too,” Angel noted.

“Yes, Pride, too,” Alastor agreed.

The two friends walked arm and arm out of the lobby, headed towards Alastor’s room for a night of purely platonic, non-contractually obligated sins.

[cosmicoatlatte]

────── ☆ kinktober 2024

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal - cockwarming

content: workaholic Rosie and some oral cockwarming... 1.4k

There were few things your darling husband did that annoyed you. Some forgotten mugs full of cold coffee or tea all over your little brownstone or the occasionally hogged blanket were nothing in comparison to Rosie’s most stubborn habit —bringing his work home with him. 

You knew how passionate Robert was about his job from the beginning —not just because he wanted to work his way up the firm but because truly cared about every single one of his cases— his dedication was admirable and one of the reasons you fell for him so easily. But there was only so much a girl could take.

It's been so long since the two of you had spent some time together. Forget about going out (your dancing shoes were steadily collecting dust in the back of your closet) but even simple nights at home had become a rarity. You couldn't even remember the last time the two of you had sat in the living room together, curled up on the couch listening to the radio or reading side by side. Even if you could deal without the casual intimacy between you there were more pressing matters. Namely the fact that it had been weeks since your husband had taken you to bed.

You missed his touch, the way he knew how to drive you wild with the simplest actions, the way he laughed against your skin when he made you squirm. Rosie was so good and nothing you tried could make you feel the way he did.

What finally pushed you over the edge was the tired smile he gave you as you brought him some tea, hoping that you'd manage to coax him into finishing work for the night and joining you in the bedroom. The sun had long since disappeared below the horizon but you knew captivating cases could hold your husband hostage until the early hours of the morning. Still, you preferred him waking you up by climbing into bed with you over him spending a handful of hours on the settee in his study. 

The wood of the study door was cool against your knuckles as you knocked to let him know you'd be entering. He didn't rise to greet you, no sweet kiss was pressed against the apple of your cheek in thanks for the tea, but Robert cleared a spot on his desk for you to place the saucer, which in your mind meant he didn’t mind your intrusion.

After you put down the tea he gently took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, barely brushing your skin as he looked up at you. His thumb caressed your wedding band before you move to cup his cheek instead, melting when he leaned into your touch.

“Darling, you should be in bed. It's late.”

“I was wondering if you'd like to join me.” You answered. “It's been so long since I got to fall asleep in my husband's arms.”

From the moment the words left your lips you knew the answer, so visible on his face as he pulled away. At least he looked apologetic. “I can't. This case requires my attention right now and—”

You didn't let him finish his sentence. “And I'm your wife. I require attention too.”

Rosie sighed and your mood began to shift. You were a good wife. Attentive, sweet. You deserved a man that would fuck you at least occasionally.

“The trial is in a fortnight. I'll ask if I can take a few days off after and we can head to the beach or the mountains for a long weekend but right now I need to focus on the files, darling.” 

Two more weeks? When even two minutes felt like too long?

“Alright.”

His gaze felt heavy on your back as you left the room, disappointment clinging to you like your favorite perfume. As if you'd give up that easily, you were Rosenthal afterall.

When you entered the study again you didn't announce yourself, simply floating through the doorway in your nightgown and robe, paying Robert attention as he headed for his settee. The pillows were heavy but they were thick and would help your cause greatly so you plucked one up before making your way back to his desk.

Your husband said nothing as you placed the pillow on the floor below his desk, giving it a good kick until it laid between his feet. Using his knee to steady yourself —only digging your nails into his thigh a little— you sank down onto the pillow. It was only when your fingertips hooked under the waistband of his sleep pants, palm precariously brushing against his soft bulge, that he spoke up.

“Darling, what—”

You didn't let him finish his question, freeing his hardening dick. You shushed him without looking up.

“Focus on your damn files, Robert.”

In your hand his dick kicked, once, twice, chubbing up beautifully without you caressing him at all. There was no real hurry now that you had him before you. No rush as you held him steady at the base and kissed your way to his tip. By the time you reached the end of your beloved’s member he was full and heavy, almost begging for you to love him. And who were you to deny him the pleasure you so desperately sought for yourself.

Robert inhaled sharply as you finally took him into your mouth but you paid him no mind as you sank down. Your husband was not small by any means but you like to put your mouth on him so it didn't take you long to take all of him. And what a wonderful feeling it was. Soft skin warm on your tongue and soft flannel pajama pants warm under your cheek. There was a part of you that thought about moving, hollowing your cheeks, sucking, running your tongue over him until he came but it felt nice to just hold him. Kneeling between Robert’s legs provided you no discomfort between the pillow and his leg you rested against, trusting him to hold up your weight when you couldn't. It would be alright if you would just stay like that for a while, wouldn't it?

A large hand was dropped to the crown of your head, fingers tugging lightly on your hair. He was gentle with it but as you looked up you could see the need in his eyes. Still, he didn't use his grip to move your head and after a moment, during which neither of you moved, he gave in. He made a little more room for you between his legs and then turned back to his case.

It was easy to close your eyes and let yourself float, simply holding Robert in your mouth as he worked. Your perception of time disappeared completely as you kneeled. Occasionally your husband would reach down but he didn't move you, he simply petted your hair before returning to his work.

You didn't know how much time passed that way. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours. Robert was still hard on your tongue, a little softer than when you started but it only took a few suckles to make him perk up again. 

He fell apart quickly once you worked his length in earnest, holding onto the table's edge with one hand and his knee with the other. He let you move freely, no pushing and pulling, before he bucked up once, twice, and came on your tongue with long hot pulses.

Robert was breathing hard as you cleaned him up until finally it became too much and he pulled you off. “What— what was that?”

You carefully tucked him back into his pants, resting your cheek back onto his thigh like you had done before. “I’m not sure. I just… needed that.”

He gently cupped your exposed cheek, running his thumb over your puffy lips. When you spoke it was barely more than a whisper, voice raw. “Was that okay?”

“More than, darling. It felt so nice, so warm. You should always get what you need.”

He helped you up from the floor, steading you when your knees wobbled.

“And if I need my husband to take me to bed?”

An innocent question.

He sighed playfully, soft smile on his lips. “Whatever you need Mrs. Rosenthal.” 

[perfctvelvet]

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Love Thy Neighbor; Older!Neighbor/Reader Cookie; Older woman/College!Reader

Kinktober 2024

One, Two, Three, Four...; Jenna/Reader Bet;Sabrina/Reader

BLURBS

Photograph; Kendall Jenner/Reader Double Trouble; Devon Lee Carlson/Reader/Sydney Carlson Something New; Zendaya/Reader Breakfast; Stepmom!Margot Robbie/Reader Stress Reliever; Selena Gomez/Reader Secret; Madison Beer/Reader Massage; Gigi Hadid/Reader Walk in the Park; Bella Hadid/Reader Fucking Cheater; Alexa Demie/Reader Sweet; Elizabeth Olsen/Reader Morning; Zendaya/Reader New Recruit; Olivia Rodrigo/Reader Not Right; Kylie Jenner/Reader Girl Next Door [Mini-Sequel]; Addison Rae/Reader Deleted Tumblr fics

SERIES

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥

College cheerleader AU! Various/Reader

Sweet Honey Blonde; Coach!Emily/Reader. Slight Sabrina/Reader All is Fair; Coach!Emily/Reader/Cheerleader!Kylie 3 of Cups; Emily/Kendall/Hailey/Bella Off Limits; Kylie Jenner/Reader

♡ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡

Original Series! Of course the prettiest college girl in the neighborhood made heads turn, hearts beat faster, and was envied. Y/n was never surprised when she caught someone’s too-old-dad looking at her bare legs in a skirt. Suggestions for her to meet someone’s more age appropriate son or nephew was never made in earnest; the perverts just wanted a closer look of her tits in her one-size-too-small crop top. She’s had plenty of opportunities to make someone’s daddy hers. The offers to make extra money by babysitting would land her in an all too cliché scenario. These men were like animals, hungry and relentless. They were too obviously horny to notice her looking past them to look at their wives instead.

Intro

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫;

Sydney Sweeney x Reader (series), Alexa Demie x Reader (brief) -- In this dull town, during this dull Summer, Alexa is looking for fun while dragging Sydney along with her. Things get bumpy when Sydney gets too attached to someone who won't be around for long.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲;

Bella Hadid x Reader -- Y/n stumbled across Baby Bels cam show once and was instantly infatuated with her.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲;

Blackpink x Reader -- Y/n's new internship at a music label doesn't really go as planned.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

✾ 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 ✾

After Dark; Twice Sana/Reader/Momo Tangerine Dream; Alexa Demie/Reader Dumb Blonde; Dove Cameron/Reader Little Dove; Billie Eilish/Reader

☆ 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥; Kendall/Reader ☆

My Best Friend's Girlfriend; Kendall/Reader (main pairing), Bella/Devon Lee Carlson (side pairing), and Bella/Reader & Kendall/Devon (side pairings) After Party; Kendall/Reader with side pairing of Kylie/Reader Heaven is a Place on Earth with You II Heaven is a Place on Earth with You I Cry For Me Third Times A Charm II Third Times A Charm I Love You, Still

♡ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲; Ariana/Reader ♡

Across the World Party of Three; Ariana/Reader/Madison Beer Moonlight Bunny's Punishment; Ariana/Reader/Madison Beer Slut Bunnies; Ariana/Reader/Madison Beer Double The Pleasure Brat; Ariana/Reader/Liz Gillies Cuffed Quickie

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   ABOUT ME

Name - Rosie-Psi (Psi for this account)

DOB (MM/DD/YYYY) - 06/14/2004

Gender - Male

Level of Education - High School Diploma

Occupation - Unemployed

   INTERESTS / FAVORITES

Hobbies - Art (Sketching/Drawing, Animation, Writing), Cooking, uhh i dont fucking know

Books - The Notebook Trilogy (The Notebook, The Proof, The Third Lie [only really on an analysis level]), Warriors (Series), im going to get back to reading i swear

Films - Watership Down (1978), The Prince of Egypt, The Lion King (1994), How To Train Your Dragon [1+2], The End of Evangelion, Hereditary, Spider-Man: [Adjective] the Spiderverse (so all of it), The Fox and the Hound

TV Series - Neon Genesis Evangelion (im not one of those fans i swear), Invincible, Devilman Crybaby, TRON: Uprising, Arcane

Music - MUSE, Radiohead, femtanyl, Periphery, Lapfox Trax/HALLEY LABS, RYUWAVE, RedOgre, Terrorfakt, Converter

Video Games - ULTRAKILL, Rain World, The MOTHER Series (1+2+3), LittleBigPlanet (1+2+3), OFF, Fer.al (R.I.P), Animal Jam, Rhythm Heaven, Needy Streamer Overload

Other - Animals (Mammalia, Reptilia, Aves), Fictional Theology, Music Analysis

   BIO

HI!!! Welcome! I'm quite the nervous wreck sometimes, so I apologize ahead of time if your interactions with me are awkward. I have autism, ADHD, and depression, which can be hard to deal with, and is also often the reason why I am slow on making things. And also why I am so passionate about everything I do. I was also recently diagnosed with OSDD, so if I ever seem off or not myself, then uh. Whoopsies. I am also very jumpy and really suck at reading people I don't feel the vibes with immediately! I apologize for that as well!! AND I APOLOGIZE A LOT-

I got into MOTHER around July of 2019 when I was 15. It has brought out a lot of joy into me and has shaped the way that I am today! I've been creating content for MOTHER since August 2019, but most of it is private and archived. I have gone under multiple aliases, but Tanehineri is the one that has stuck and resonated the most, being the Japanese name for Tanetane island. The 'j' in my name is actually supposed to be pronounced the way you would a 'j' in Spanish, actually!

While MOTHER is no longer a main interest, I am not afraid to say it's my special interest! Whenever I am running out of things to think or create about, the series is there to give me something to occupy my time. I have multiple takes and headcanons, and I'm always open to hear and share my interpretations of these games with other people, so don't be afraid to ask me for my takes on certain aspects!

As an adult, I speak in a manner that wouldn't be very appropriate for a child. So please, if you're speaking with me and you're a minor, let me know! Otherwise I'll be saying vile shit about Pork Trooper or something.

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