#goddamnit i love these fuckers

[postpunkblunt]

interpol performing specialist at 'einsfestival' in 2003.

[you-hate-time-travel]

looking at conlang stuff for COUGH COUGH reasons and its like. fuck me i cant use the nasal column At All

[enthblaze]

i live vicariously through the found family dynamic that is the Hashtag Twins AU

[dollfairy]

resisting my ADHD "collect them all" urge as san-x releases a series of TWENTY monochrome rilakkuma plushies for the 20th anniversary

[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 (𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 E𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

part one

Say my name I promise I'll love you if you do it So do it for me

Chaos doesn't always have to be bad, you know.

Take for instance the bed. After some good sex. The bed that'll be a fucking mess.

Pillows everywhere (you swear you have more pillows than you do blankets; thank the Pillow Princess for that), covers thrown haphazardly, and you'll be there, sweaty and sated, resting in a pile of muscled arms, legs, and chest.

You usually don't know who the hell you're laying on you're so fucked out but damn their chest feels good.

Heh. You thought your libido was high but König and Simon got you beat there, too. By miles. Holy fucking shit. You and König also joke that Simon's the slut of the three of you. The bastard doesn't deny it, either.

As much as Simon and König love you, best believe there's always a competition between the two men when it comes to you sexually.

You'll also find out that the winner of their sparring matches is also the one who gets to fuck you first.

Those hands of König's aren't just good with a knife. He can make you come with those fingers alone.

He's also the one who loves to go down on you (this isn't to say that Simon doesn't). Will feast on you forever if you let him. Will also encourage (read: command) you to fuck his mouth or ride his face.

Dirty talk — Simon is a fucking pro. While König's showing you what his mouth does, Ghost is practically growling in your ear and telling you everything they'll do to you. Everything.

They can and will subject you to some orgasm denial if you wanna fuck around and find out, too.

And oh baby, when you get down on your knees and return the favor... it takes everything in them not to bust right then and there.

König goes crazy when you suck the head of his dick. Simon has this one vein on the underside of his. That's his weak spot. Have fun.

König loves it when you run your nails down his back while he's fucking you. Loves to see those marks in the mirror.

You also found that one spot on Simon's shoulder that if you bite down on it, the fucker goes crazy.

He loves covering you in hickeys, too.

König is the gentle but firm kisser. Simon is the passionate, tongue-fuck, bite-your-lip-and-leave-a-mark kisser. So bite his lower lip and leave a mark, goddamnit.

One time they were away and you were so fucking horny, you called them up. They heard you, heard your pleas as you touched yourself, as you told them you missed their hands, their mouths, and their dicks. You told them that you needed them to come home and fill you up. You moaned so wantonly and practically screamed when you came. They were dead silent the entire time.

König was so damn flustered and hard and frozen like a goddamn statue. Ghost was fucking seething. He was so fucking pissed. He was so fucking aroused. Why the fuck would you do that, knowing he wants nothing more than to be home, fucking you into the mattress, fucking your face, or god knows what else. Refused to rub one out and most definitely saved that for when he got home.

Simon and König also got you back once by calling you and making you masturbate for them. And god, you can never forget the way they sounded, authoritative, their accents heavy and thick with desire as they fucking ordered you to touch yourself and moan for them. Yeah, that's it. Moan for them, baby. Cum for them...

Oh, yeah, back to competition. One time König was away and Simon was home and you spent the better part of the day teasing him. He told you in so many words to fuck around and find out. You found out alright. Goddamn, did you find out.

He made you ride him. He made you ride him and like fuck were you stopping anytime soon. König called, Simon made you answer the phone (on speaker no less) and made you say his name ("Say it, love. Tell him who's making you fucking scream."). Oh shit. Silence on the other end. Again. Oh fuck, you knew it was on when König got home.

...And when you're busy catching your breath, sweaty and sated, wrapped in muscled arms, after some good ass sex—"Ready for another round?" What? You look up and two pairs of eyes stare back, clouded with feral want, and oh fuck—

[hazbinshusk]

I would absolutely love to see #35 (A kiss against a wall) in your style. But only if you have the time and wish to do so.

Please and thank you

prompt #35: a kiss against a wall.

“You’re not fuckin’ going,” Blitzø barks irritably, pointing to the couch. “If I wanted to run a fuckin’ tourist… shop, I’d have named us the Immediate…” he trails off for a moment, bravado wilting. He throws his head back and sighs to the ceiling. “Fuck, I had something for this.”

“Uh-huh,” you say dryly, making move to step past him and towards the portal to Earth again. The imp was fun to talk to, even kind of a flirt, but you’d come here for a reason. “I’m telling you, if you want the bonus I’m willing to pay, you’ll let me kill the prick.”

“And I’m telling you…” Blitzø grabs hold of your arm and swings you away from the portal. Your back hits the wall hard enough to knock some of the breath out of you, and he pins your hand down by your side, his hand curled tight around your wrist. “I’m in charge, bitch.”

You meet the imp’s eye defiantly, surprised to see just how close he is to you even as you feel him press up against you. Your free hand comes up to rest against his chest as though to push him away, but it just lingers there, trapped between your bodies. His expression is hard, annoyed, but there’s something like surprise in his eyes too, as though he didn’t mean to get this close.

“He’s my ex.” you bite out, furious at how the words sound with your breath still half-gone. “I want to be the one to cave the fucker’s head in.”

Blitzø blinks, taken aback by the venom in your voice. A smirk touches his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “That’s kinda hot.”

You stare at him for a moment before you force yourself to roll your eyes, wresting your arm from his grip and attempting to push him away. “Your employees are waiting for us, now can we just—”

“Goddamnit bitch, I said ‘no’!” he grabs hold of you shoulder and shoves you back against the wall. Before you can try and break away again his mouth crashes into yours.

Blitzø kisses you roughly, all tongue and teeth and a delicious pressure, one that sends heat barrelling through every inch of you to coalesce in your stomach and burn between your thighs. He presses himself further against you, his lean body so flush with yours that you can feel the muscle of him, the heat of him through his clothes. His other hand takes a rough hold of your hip, pinning you harder against the wall, and he groans into your mouth as wrap your arm around his neck.

His knee presses up between your thighs and you whimper against his lips, his teeth catching your bottom lip and drawing blood. It turns to a moan as he uses his grip on your hip to lead you to grind slow against his thigh, and when he hears that sound slip from you, he pulls away, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

He jabs a finger into your chest. “Three things…”

You swallow in an attempt to steady yourself, your entire body still tingling wherever he’d touched you.

“One: you’re staying here.”

You open your mouth to argue, and he grabs hold of your throat, pinning you back against the wall.

“Two: you’re hot as fuck.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, incredulous. “And… and the third thing?”

He grins, speaking as he steps back through the portal, shooting you a pair of finger guns as he does. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[pretty-little-mind33]

Please imagine Tangerine and Lemon trying to assemble something from IKEA as Tangerine is reaching previously undiscovered levels of stress. (They would have the funniest arguments over trying to do a task like that… I also feel like they would BICKER over putting up holiday lights, or trying to maneuver a Christmas tree through a front door and down a hallway.)

needed to write this into a little something haha! lemon, tangerine, and reader are roommates in this!

~ * ~

"Pivot!" Tangerine growls, clutching the end of the tree as pines prickle his cheeks and mess up his hair. "Goddamnit Lemon! Can ya listen to me for once!?"

"I am pivoting!" Lemon calls, pulling on the tree so it fits the narrow opening of their apartment door. "You're pushing too hard! Glinda is losing all her pines!"

"Glinda!!? I don't give I flying fuck how many pines Glinda is losing I just need her fat arse to fit inside the fuckin' door!" Tangerine screeches, pushing more. "I told ya she was too thick!"

"Stop fat shaming Glinda!" Lemon calls, finally pulling the tree through the door.

Tangerine stumbles, catching himself last minute. "Glinda isn't real. Glinda is a goddamn fuckin' tree!" he hisses, leaning the poor tree against the wall and catching his breath.

"Oi," you suddenly call from the ladder in the corner of the living room, holding up the warm white holiday lights so they can see them through the archway, "none of you fuckers answered the phone so I'm putting up these ones!"

"Y/n, you know I love the rainbow ones," Lemon sighs dramatically.

Tangerine sends him a glare and strains a smile your way. He wipes his brow. "They look lovely, love," he says, hiding his annoyance.

"Thanks." You smile. "Oh and there is an IKEA box to assemble. It's our new dinning room table since someone broke the old one," you say and glance at Lemon.

Lemon and Tangerine exchange a look and then glance at the IKEA box.

"Oh, fuck no," they say in unison, shaking their heads, which only earns a laugh from you.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie Munson would call his period his demon. He would definitely be grumpy as hell as it finished up.

"I can feel it leaving my body," Eddie would mutter as he aggressively cuddled into Steve’s side. "And the fucker is kicking shit over on the way out. I'm sorry I was so mean."

"I can hardly hold it against you, baby," Steve said. "You were possessed. I would be pissed too if my own body was attacking me. If I could, I would kick your demon's ass."

"Aww, baby, I know you would," Eddie said and affectionately chomped down on his arm. "Love you."

"I love you too," Steve giggled as Eddie yawned sleepily against his chest.

"I'd crack open your chest and crawl inside to sit inside your heart if I could," Eddie muttered. "You'd be able to bring me everywhere."

Steve gazed lovingly at him as he he stroked his hair. Meanwhile, Dustin was staring at them with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Steve. . .blink twice if you're being held hostage by Eddie's demon," Dustin said.

"Why is he here?" Eddie whined.

"Claudia and Wayne wanted us to watch him while they went away," Steve said.

"Right," Eddie said, yawning again.

"I don't even know why?! I'm fifteen, and I don't need a goddamn babysitter!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Wayne calls you the baby when you're not around," Eddie replied.

"Goddamnit!"

"And so the demon claims another poor soul," Eddie said before falling asleep.

"I'm not - ," Dustin started to say.

"Shh! He's asleep."

A/N: I'm not Trans but I do love Trans Eddie, and this is how I talk about my period.

[hannieween]

but imagine nba famous playboy joshhhhua….it’s gonna be the death of meee and not the simp type

i mean... i don't judge you at all nonnie... this drabble had me feeling a little summin' 🥴🫠🫠

› pairings: joshua hong x female reader › aus: literally what nonnie said, love affair › genre: smut (18+) › word count: 859

→ warnings under the cut!

› warnings: smut with nearly zero plot, joshua is a bit of a prick, unprotected sex, semi public sex, joshua can carry reader, reader is explicitly married (get a lawyer), toxic vibes, dirty talking, pet names: baby (hers)

› disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.

It is the third time that Joshua drags you to the nearest dark corridor where he can get you alone, he's sweaty after hours of practicing, but there's this energy vibrating out of him that you know all too well.

"Saw you looking at me," he breathes, caging you against the wall, his front pressing against you, each hand firmly placed at your sides.

"I wasn't," you replied in the same manner, quietly.

"It's the third time you come to practice under the false pretense that you want to watch him," he grazes his lips against yours tauntingly before whispering: "But you know it's me you wanna watch."

"You're such a prick," you say, but can't help but whimper a little when he presses his lips with yours, slowly.

"Does he know about us?" he queries, the words rushing out of his mouth. "Does he know about the last time you came to practice? how you couldn't wait to sneak right here to see me? To fuck me?"

"No, Josh, he obviously doesn't. Do you have a death wish?" you reply, squirming against his firm and warm body, trying to get as much friction as possible.

"Mmn, maybe," he smirks before kissing you properly this time.

You can't help but give into the kiss, cupping his face fully with the palms of your hands, not caring that his skin feels clammy. A small moan is muffled by his hot mouth on yours and then you hear a small sigh, the fucker is smiling, you realize.

"Shall we do this quick?" he grunts, pressing himself to your body so you notice the firm bulge beneath his training shorts.

"Yeah," you breathe.

As if we had another option, you thought bitterly.

"I see you're wearing a skirt this time," he notes with a grin.

"Thought it'd be easier," you reply before he gets you in his arms and can lean you in the wall.

Joshua's eyes get lost in your thighs when you hike up your skirt and move his shorts down to get his hard cock free. He's fully hard for you, the rosy brown cockhead dripping with precum by his slit, making your mouth water.

"Mmm, a little eager, are we?" he teases when you guide him to your entrance, moving your panties aside sloppily, all with the one hand.

"Shh," you hiss as his cockhead nudges your entrance and Joshua sighs at the discovery of your sopping wet cunt and he just pushes in, sheathing himself completely in your engulfing warmth.

"Fuck," he immediately groans, gritting his teeth as he starts moving with shallow thrusts at first.

"Joshua," you call in a breathy moan. "Faster, please."

"Shh," he echoes, dropping his forehead on your shoulder, pressing you completely against the wall, still fucking you at a tortuously slow pace.

"Please," you beg. "Please, I need it."

"Need what?" he grunts against the crook of your neck.

"You," you moan. "I need you."

"You fucking need me," he breathes, and you know that you're just inflating his ego. But goddamnit, it feels so good.

"Yeah," you parrot, trying to keep your moans hushed when he starts pushing his cock inside you deeper... and deeper. "Fuck, Joshua, just like that."

"Yeah?" he arches his eyebrows and for a moment you think he might be hypnotized, mouthing things against your lips, his eyes glazing over a little before he closing them with a swallowed grunt. "You like to be fucked hard, right baby?"

You nod frantically, unable to utter a word.

Joshua smirks again. "Is that why you come to me? Because I can fuck you right?"

The grip of his hands on your thighs tighten a bit before he slams into you with two hard thrusts, pushing your body against the cold wall, making you bite back a moan when you are made aware of just how wet you are on his cock.

"Yeah," you reply with a broken voice, your hands holding onto his compressing shirt for dear life. "Fuck–, Joshua, I'm almost there," you urge impatiently, your eyes watering over the pressure building between your legs.

The last thing you see before closing your eyes is Joshua's half smile, you feel him shift the grip on you, so now his hips are quite jackhammering on you. He drops his face flush against your clothed tits with a muffled and raw groan.

And then you feel it, the orgasm washing over you, the warmth in your walls making his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs and you know he's cumming with you because all you can hear above the buzzing in your ears is Joshua whispering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." over and over.

Joshua pushes his hips with shallow thrusts again, fucking his cum deep into you, his cock throbbing inside your walls and you're both breathless.

You can notice a vein protruding on his forehead from the exhaustion, but he leans over and gives you a feathery kiss on your lips. His tongue brushing slightly on your lower lip before he kisses you deeply, his cock still stuffed deep inside you.

"I think I do have a death wish."

the one in the middle in particular... the playboy vibes are there 👀🫠

↣ a/n: i'm sorry for taking so long to reply nonnie [nonnie dropped their req in my ask box on february 10], i wasn't sure how i would cover your req until today haha i'm so sorry 🥴

is it too noticeable that i can't write a drabble? yeah.

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[macsimagines]

hiiii!! can i request separate HCs for Yandere Kisaki Tetta, Bonten Mikey, and Sanzu Haruchiyo where Y/N has like a big appetite and eats a lot but suddenly stops bcs ppl are bullying her for that?? Thank u so much!

TW:YANDERE CONTENT, MINORS DNI, PSUEDO-CANNABILISM isthatevenathing, VIOLENCE, DEATH AND TORTURE MENTION

Yandere!Kisaki Tetta

Bitch, he does not put in those extra hours at the office for you to not enjoy your Wagyu Tomahawk steak, specially prepared and basted to the perfect temperature.

Knows right away when you don't finish your usual 4+ plates. "Darling, is there something wrong with the caviar?" "Kisaki, do you think I'm fat?" "Fucking what-"

But no really, whoever made fun of you is going to get it. He works hard to have the supreme joy of being able to feed you the very best at all times whenever you want.

Gourmet sushi? He'll have a chef from Sukiyabashi Jiro come in to serve you. Duck Confit? He's got a French master flown in the next day. Mcdonalds? ....he owns a few for your sake but he's not too happy about it.

His beloved is a foodie and she's going to enjoy food goddamnit. And the idiot that made her feel bad? Well he's being fed to some award winning pigs he'll be happy to dine upon later....

Yandere!Mikey Sano

He doesn't have very many joys in his life now that he's lost so much and is the head of the notorious Bonten group. But what does brighten his life a little is sharing meals with you.

You're the only person that can get him to eat so much, even his closest underlings notice that when he's with you he's chowing down food like never before. So long as you are spoon feeding him, he'll eat every bite.

Also loves how much you eat. You love food and he loves you if this is how he can bring you joy then he'll make sure you've got plate after plate. But the second you try to say "I'm not hungry..." he knows somethings up.

Finds out who's been making fun of you and makes sure they starve slowly and painfully. "If my Y/N doesn't get to enjoy food, then neither do you."

Eventually convinces you it doesn't matter what others say and spoon feeds you for a change. "C'mon, its you're favorite. Say ah~"

Yandere!Sanzu Haruchiyo

Loves the fact that you eat like a beast. No one can put it away like his baby and he thinks all that good food goes straight to his favorite plushy places >:3c!!!

Miiiiiiight have a bit of food kink. "Your lips look so good around that hotdog but I got somethin' else you can deep throat-! OW!" Ok ya, he knows to leave you alone when you eat....

When he notices you're not eating as much though he does try to ask about it. "What? Is it the coke? That shit'll mess up your appetite babe. Wait you're not on drugs?"

Puts two and two together and doesn't accept that as a reason for not eating. "Don't worry bout that fucker baby, daddy'll handle it. Now open wide, I got some nice steak here for ya~"

He's a total perv, but he still loves you very much. Feeds that asshole that made fun of you to sharks. Then has the sharks killed, and made into sushi and soup. He wonders if you'll think it tastes good.

[spookyscaryskidnpump]

my thoughts on spooky month 6

copy pasted from a page and a half of google doc. crying. spoilers inbound.putting it under the cut cuz its super long. also swear warning.

Ok to start off LILA. LILA MY GAL NO UR DOING UR BEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Im crying im actually fucginf crying. She's trying. So hard. Skid is trying so hard. THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST PLEASEEEEE. Father Gregor can go EAT SHIT. THEY'RE TRYING AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS GODDAMNIT.

Susie… Susie no… please… she deserves better istgggggg. What happened to their parents? Are they actually just busy? Are they DEAD? Holy shit what if they're dead. Poor Pump, poor Susie, god please just let these kiddos be ok. PLEASE. ABUELO WONDER IS TYING SO HARD BUT SUSIE KNOWS IT ISN'T REALLY FROM HER PARENTS IM CRYING. SUSIE NOOOOOO

FATHER GREGOR I HATE YOU. ok well he obvs did some good but STILL. GREGOR. STFU GREGOR. I get that hes trying but U CANT JUST SAY ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT JUDGEMENT AND THEN JUDGE HER HER FUCKING HOUSE GOT BROKEN INTO!! YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING CONTEXT!!!! ARGHFDGHJSGHJKAGHSD. Also DAMN IS HE A CULTIST NOW?? IS HE DEAD?? WHAT?!?!?!

ROYYYYYY ROY MY BOI NOOOOOO poor guy :( i understand why he hates the kids they DID kinda ruin him so. At least he knows theyre trying now :( and ross n rob just ASSUME he did something bad isnt helping here!!!! I get that theyre also trying to help him and its nice to see him opening up to them about stuff (even if we dont get to know what specifically PELO WHY) but PLEASE get this kid an anger management class or smthn PLEASE. He needs SO MUCH THERAPY. I dont think hes gonna get therapy because im pretty sure his parents are Part Of The Problem but STILL.  Also FUCKER LITERALLY GOT POSSESED BY A DEMON?????? THATS GOTTA BE TRAUMATIC TF

Side note i love ross and robert dearly and i appreciate them doing their best to help on both sides i love them smmmmmm AUGH

KEVIN AND RADFORD FRIENDSHIP REALLLLLLLLLL i am SO fucking happy about that!!!! Also Kevin having conflicted feelings on the kids FAIR. Similar thing to Roy except hes an adult with a semi-functional support network and is able to understand that theyre just dumb kids and they dont actually mean any harm. He’s harsher on the hatzgang cuz theyre teens and old enough to know stealing is wrong but Skid n Pump are little kiddos they dont know better. Also him disapproving of father gregor REAL THO. also HE GOT POSSESSED TOO?? TRAUMA CENTRAL HOLY SHIT

PATTY DESERVES TO HAVE A GUN ACTUALLY. Also JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST! IS HIS KID DEAD? IS HIS DAUGHTER OK HOLY SHIT. ALSO THEM HELPING THE KIDS PROPERLY IM CRYIG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

WHAT WAS EVERMORE DOING WITH THE HOBOMEN???? HELLO??????

I SAW THAT CULT NECKLACE UNDER IGNACIOS SHIRT. I FUCKING SAW IT. CALLED IT BITCH!!!!!!

Rick just has the WORST luck lmao

STREBER IS ALIVE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DEXTER NO PLEASE AUGH…… HIS MOM TOO……

JAUNE AND ROSS’S DAD… HE'S REAL HE EXISTS!! I get ur trying jaune but that is NOT the best way to comfort poor lila… AT LEAST SHES TRYING THO I APPRECIATE HER

THE ENTIRE NEWGROUNDS ENDING?? THE THIEVES AND THE CANDY DEALER IN CAHOOTS WITH THE CULT???? HELLO??????

MOLOCH IS GONE. he deserved it but also THE KIDS ARE SO SAD ABOUT IT? Like they don't really get it but they just watched someone they thought was their friend DIE. HOLY SHIT.

finally. SKID AND PUMP. KIDDOS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok for real tho theyre so much more self aware than the fandom and bulk of the show give them credit for?? Like Skid is VERY aware of his dad being dead/possibly missing and legit just doesn’t wanna talk about it. He knows what death is and he finds fun in it to cope. My poor sweet boyo… and PUMP. PUMP ANSWERING THE CALL AUGHHHHHH HE WANTS HIS PARENTS BACK IM CRYING. SUSIE AND ABUELO ARE DOING THEIR BEST AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND AAAAAAAAAAUGH. Also him getting possessed by Moloch while having Star-Eyes basically debunks the theory of the Star-Eyes being a form of possession which is FASCINATING. Anyway that scene with Susie and Pump got me misty eyed and then during the ending with Skid and Lila i actually genuinely started crying. I just want them to be happy. Please let them be happy. Please. PLEASE.

[iblameashley]

Epiphany

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,171 words Content: Argument, mention of trauma, fluff

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

Three little words during an argument. Well, maybe one of those words wasn't so little. You refused to give up on Simon, you just want to love him... but he's his own worst enemy.

“You fucking coward.” In three words – specifically that last one – you managed to stop Simon in his tracks.

Simon's head snapped back at you so fast you thought it would snap right off his neck. His eyes burned with a rage you had never seen before, and his hand gripped the doorknob tightly.

Simon's heart sank into his stomach where it was twisted. It – he – felt heavy.

“Excuse me?” He snapped at you. His chest heaved and you could see him gritting his teeth.

Simon had a list of words he would have expected you to call him, 'Slag', 'Asshole', 'Fucker', among the list, but 'Coward?', Simon was not prepared for that one. His thoughts spun like a tornado, he was pissed to say the least; not just that you had that audacity to say it, but that it was the truth. You were calling him out, like only one other person dared.

“You fucking heard me.” You fired back.

Your heart pounded in your chest and your breath was shaky. You crossed your arms and stared Simon down.

“What did you tell me when we first started dating?” You ask him, this time a little softer in tone.

Simon turned his head back towards the door, his eyes downcast. “I don't remember.” He lied.

“Bullshit.” You grunted. You took a step forward, closing a distance that felt like a canyon. “You told me that you never wasted your time and anything that wasn't worth your time.”

“That so?” Simon remarked with a smirk, attempting to regain his composure. He released his death-grip on the doorknob and stood tall.

He turned to face you, thinking his stature would intimidate you into submission. That somehow, you would crumple and repent for what you had said.

He was wrong.

You stood there like a statue, arms still crossed. He could barely make out the rising of your chest as your breathed, though he could hear it.

“So am I a waste of your time?” You questioned. You tilted your head like a puppy.

Simon relaxed some as he stared you down.

“Guess so...” He mumbled. He didn't mean it, he knew it and he knew you knew it.

You took another step forward. “You don't sound convinced.” You huffed. “You remember what else you told me?”

There was a beat between you, but you continued before Simon interject with any more of his bullshit.

“You said you would give this relationship your all. You'd give it your best.” You held out a hand, “Is this your best?” You scoffed, closing the distance some more.

“I...” Simon mumbled. He was finding it hard to look you in the eyes.

He knew you were right, he knew it. But his pride, his ego always got in the way.

Goddamnit, why couldn't he just say the words that mattered, do the things the mattered?

“No.” He finally conceded with a shake of his head.

“So you just decided 'fuck it, I'm done' and were going to just walk out?” You were losing your conviction as you looked into Simon's eyes. Those pretty brown eyes that always betrayed him. Your arms loosened but remained crossed.

“You deserve -” He began.

“Don't.” You cut him off with a renewed anger. “Don't you dare tell me what I deserve, Simon Riley. I decide that.” You explain, pointing a finger at him.

The last few steps brought you inches from him. You looked up at him, and he seemed to scared to move.

“I just don't want to hurt you.” Simon responded with a hint of vulnerability.

“Then do the hard thing, Simon. Stay.”

A suffocating lump formed in Simon's throat. Fuck, he loved you so much, but he was so scared. Nearly a year of dating – not including your months of advances – and he still felt unworthy of you.

“Why would you even want me to, after this?” He questioned.

“I am invested in this relationship, Simon.” Your words were almost a whisper as you looked up at him. Your arms finally parted, and your hands found there way to each side of his chest.

“I love you, Simon.” You professed.

You could feel his warmth, even though the thick hoodie. His heart pounded hard in his chest.

You tucked your head under his chin and slowly slid your arms around him, wrapping him in a loving hug.

“I can't...” Simon swallowed hard.

His arms found their way around you. A familiar shape. A familiar warmth and scent

“Tell me.” You press him.

“If I say it. If I stay...” He sounded like he was about to cry. “If I... That's when I'll lose you. Or you'll lose me.” He admitted.

You let out a sigh and turn to press your lips to his neck in a tender kiss.

“We knew the risks, yeah?” Your words did nothing to reassure either of you.

Of course you knew the risks, it doesn't mean either of you had truly accepted them.

“But I can't lose you. I... I have so little. You, Soap, Gaz and Price...” Simon stuttered.

The weight of the words he didn't say pressed down on you.

All of his past fears and traumas lurking underneath the surface. All the demons that whispered in his ears telling him his worthlessness.

And you, and his friends, his anchors. He ached for more, but so scared to truly embrace it. And who could blame him?

“I'll do whatever it takes to ease your mind, love.” You mumble into his neck.

His arms tighten around you.

“Like what?” Simon almost sounds like a child, whispering the words. Looking for a tangible promise.

“I'll... resign. Or ask Price for a transfer out of field work.” You offer.

“You can't do that.” He shakes his head. “You love your job.”

You take a deep breath. You can smell his sweat and cologne. You think about it for a moment before pulling away.

You look Simon in those pretty brown eyes once again.

“I would for you.” You admit with a curt nod.

You would, too. For him.

He stares at you, the light dancing in his eyes.

“But you could still lose me.” He whines.

Simon presses his forehead to yours.

“You could always resign.” You tease with a smile. “Or ask Price to move you to training recruits exclusively.” You add.

And it dawns on Simon.

A moment of clarity amidst the voices and demons.

“I would for you.” He mumbles, not realizing he's said the words until they've wormed their way into your head.

He means it, too.

He would do anything for you.

To keep you.

To have the chance to really love you.

He will.

“Because I love you, too.”

For the first time, those words feel genuine. Safe.

Safe, like you.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I love it when Bucky’s going ape on Harding. Everybody’s watching them like “oh god oh fuck oh shit are we seeing a demotion in real time oh fuck this is bad” and Bucky’s like “FUCK IT WE BALL!”and goes off.

I just wonder how many Buckys Harding's had to deal with in career? He's been dealing with pilots as a commanding officer for a very long time. It must be so exhausting, like getting the fighty kid out of the preschool class only to start the new class and the new fighty kid shows themself immediately.

Like, he is so chill about it, but on the inside I feel like we're getting a five-minute tired sigh and 'goddamnit another one of these fuckers'.

[rosetintedchainsaw]

Jessa Lore Characters (in cool roblox concept form cause i do not have the energy to sketch any of these little fuckers)

Cathy Rivera: Jessa’s former best friend from when she was enrolled in a human high school. Originally an outcast with a heart of gold, good natured, and slightly paranoid, Cathy eventually grew decently jaded and bitter after dealing with all of Jessa's demon bullshit. Her and Jessa aren't on good terms anymore, and haven't seen each other in ages.

Zachry Flores: Went to high school with Jessa, and was a good friend of hers. Obsessed with growing his shitty rock band, he'd definitely be that one guy that'd ask you to "name three songs" if he ever spotted you wearing a band tee. He eventually developed feelings for Jessa, and after an abusive and turbulent relationship, she ended up killing him after he discovered the truth about what she really is, although it was mainly in self defense.

Leslie Delaney: Envision every single campy but kinda iconic Disney Channel mean girl you've ever seen, and you'll get her. Despite starting out as Jessa's main rival and nuisance in school, the pair eventually grew quite close. Especially after she dug up information on Jessa's past.

Ms. Touko Arslanyan: Jessa’s prescribed therapist while she was being held in the Morning Star Youth Correctional Facility. Kind, patient, and tragically naive and optimistic, she wished to help Jessa in any way she could. Take a wild guess as to how that went. (Based off of the therapist from the Serial Experiments Lain PS1 Game, which honestly pretty much inspired that whole part of Jessa's story tbh)

Vlux: A Wrath Demon that Jessa eventually summoned during a rather lonely and depressive time in her life. (Like, a month or so before getting Devil Train'ed.) A weapons specialist from Hell that stole high-quality and dangerous weapons from the rich to sell back to the poor for a more accessible price. Him and Jessa grew quite close, and eventually started a relationship. She eventually lashed out at him one night, due to the stress and toll that turning into Zeleria was putting on her. As a result, he literally kicked her out of her motel room, and left her to her own devices. (I wanted to give him a kinda old-tech steampunky look, but Roblox had shit choices for that, so I just said fuck it and made him a spiky goth thing goddamnit :( )

Satan: <redacted ruh roh raggy> (don't worry he's a good person I just have no clue how to shortly summarize all the stuff that happens with him, I'll do it in her lore posts tho yay)

(I kinda wanted to go for a whole "so angry and filled with rage that it burned out and turned to ash" look, which is why he's all white and grey and shit. I dunno if that makes sense, I just didn't wanna do the usual red. Also in Jessa's lore, Lucifer and Satan are two different dudes or whatever, I dunno if that aligns with Daisy World/Everything Else lore but eh it should be fine maybe sorta)

They are all my adorable lovely children I hate them all so much ♡

[wxnheart]

Hello wonderful author. May I mayhaps request a ghoap + reader NSFW peice please. Maybe one that focuses on how Simon loves to make the reader watch him and Johnny 👉🏽👈🏽, or maybe it's reader taking control and making Ghost watch 👀. Johnny deserves a reward mayhaps.

Lol that one request that was like "mm ghoap" had me thinking things

Also keep up the good work! I like being able to sit back and relax and read your stuff!

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

...Because who watches the Ghoapwatchers? (the title may or may not have been an excuse to use this. please don't judge me. a lot. lmao)

Simon smoking can mean one of three things: he's anxious and/or pissed, he's just had some good fucking sex, or... he's anxious and/or pissed. And Simon is pissed.

At whom, might you ask? Well, rejoice, baby, because it ain't you this time even though he still wants to chuck that Live, Laugh, Love sign out of the fucking house. No. Simon's ire is reserved for Johnny, your resident killer Golden Retriever, and only Johnny.

And why, might you ask? Well, your cutie patootie lover boy happened to go and get himself hurt on the latest assignment. A routine one, goddamnit. It was unnecessary. Completely and absolutely unnecessary. And un-fucking-acceptable. At least in Simon's eyes.

Johnny argues that it was only a scratch (he's slightly downplaying it) but Simon doesn't give a fuck because only a scratch doesn't cut it. You got hurt, Johnny. End of story. And Simon's anxiety is through the fucking roof right now so a smoke has to suffice. But it doesn't. Nah, not this time.

Simon who puts out the last of his cigarette while staring Johnny down. You don't know what to do so you keep quiet until he tells you to take a seat next to Johnny. You started to protest until a single look made you shut the fuck up.

Simon who straddles Soap. Because what the fuck? Johnny would put up a fight if not for the fact that the bigger man has him pinned down and... oh. Oh shit. Their dicks are aligned. Wait, wait, Lt.—

Simon who starts to slowly grind against Soap's lap, eyes burning holes into the smaller man's. Soap feels the telltale signs of arousal, that fiery pit in his groin, and your eyes widen at what's taking place. Oh, yes. Johnny's about to get fucked silly in a second. You knew from experience.

Soap whose brow furrows the harder he gets and Simon doesn't stop. Knowing the fucker is just as hard as he is and FUCK—"Lt., wait, I—" "What did you tell me, Johnny?" Ghost doesn't stop grinding against him, doesn't do shit but grind and stare meanwhile Soap's falling apart at the seams. If his mind wasn't turning to mush, he'd be pissed but goddamn.

Simon who forbids you from touching yourself because the last thing you're gonna do is get your rocks off alone. You actually do protest this time ("Simon, what the fuck?") and Simon cuts a look at you, the same look he gave Johnny. The same look that tells you he's gonna fuck you just as silly when he's done with lover boy here. Aw, shit.

Soap whose words are lost to his moans and he's well on his way to soaking the crotch of his pants. And Simon doesn't stop. Not at all. Simon continues and it's like he's expecting an answer. "What did you tell me, Johnny?" Ghost emphasizes it with a particularly rough grind this time, enough for Johnny's already sensitive and leaking dick to throb and oh, god, Lt...

"I—shit, I—said I'd be—I said I'd be careful, Lt." Attaboy, soldier. "...Were you careful, Johnny?" The friction is too much. Simon rubs against him faster, puts a little more pressure on him, and it's a miracle he can even talk let alone think at this point. You're biting your lips, wringing your hands because you wanna touch. Yourself, them, it doesn't matter. You wanna touch and suck and fuck and... suck, fuck, and touch some more.

"Were. You. Careful. Johnny?" Punctuated with his hips. Every. Single. Word. And poor, poor Johnny, lost to the lust. Almost close, what the fuck are you doing to him, Lt.? "—NO," he manages to choke out in between gasps and moans and shit, he feels it coming—

—Well, he felt it coming because just as soon as he answered Simon, the mean bastard got up. Got up and left Johnny hard, crotch soaked with precum, and "What the fuck, Lt.?!"

Simon whose stare is both placid and intense; you'd be forgiven for thinking he's nonplussed. Except there's an obvious tent in his pants. Simon who stares you both down before simply saying "Bedroom." And he walks off. He doesn't look back. Doesn't have to. You'll be there. He's got you right where he wants you.

Soap who doesn't miss a beat, grabs your hand, and pulls you alongside him. Right behind Simon. Right to the bedroom. Yeah, it's about to be a long fucking day. And night.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Beforus!Eridan: so, in reality, wwe do not learn, and wwhat wwe call learning is only a process of recollection-

Beforus!Karkat: DO DO DO DO!

Beforus!Eridan: oh goddamnit not you again

Beforus!Karkat: WHAT’S UP, FUCKERS?

Beforus!Karkat, holding up a featherless chicken: HEY CHECK OUT THIS PERSON I FOUND!

Beforus!Karkat, still holding up the chicken: ISNT IT SUCH A HUMAN?

Beforus!Karkat: LOOK AT HIM, WOW!

*He just, throws it on the floor.*

Beforus!Karkat: WHAT A GUY!

Beforus!Karkat: ANYWAY, LOVE TO STAY AND CHAT, BUT I FOUND SOME TRASH OUTSIDE THAT LOOKED DELICIOUS!

Beforus!Karkat: SMELL YA LATER, DELIBERATOR

*Beforan Kanaya raises her hand.*

Beforus!Eridan: *sigh* yes my student

Beforus!Kanaya: Yeah Uh What The Fuck