#i think about that gag reel a lot

[robyntherav3n]

tsubaki straight asf i would have immediately crumbled if litchi invited me to her place

[pit-and-the-pen]

Unrequited Love

A/N: I had to get to the airport to return a rental car like 5 hours early so I’m so sorry for the pure amount that I’ve been posting today but as a socially awkward girly, if I’m on my own phone then for sure no one is going to talk to me.

Anywho here is some angsty angst about day court!reader and Azriel.

Part 2: Here Alt Ending: Here Part 3: Here

Forgive any typos I wrote this on my phone.

Warnings: none

WC-1.4K

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My blood was boiling beneath my skin. Azriel has been complaining for the better part of an hour about Rhys gag order regarding Elain. I was trying not to roll my eyes as I had reached my wits end with his lamenting.

“I just don’t understand why he needs to meddle in this. I get she’s Feyre's sister but he doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair. “I just can’t help but think that sometimes the cauldron gets it wrong.”

His words were spoken so plainly. Anger wanes for a second as I swear I could feel my heart break inside my chest. The words seemed to echo in my head Maybe the cauldron gets it wrong. I almost would have rather had him carve out my heart with truth teller.

“What do you think?” He asks me and I sit reeling over his words. I can’t think of anything to say to him. The comforting words I would normally have for him can’t get past the anger starting to cloud my vision. So I simply shrug, avoiding the question. Desperately trying to change the subject.

“So this new book I’m reading…”

“Oh c’mon.” He interrupts me. “I know you have something to say. And I trust your advice more than anyone else. There isn’t anyone else I would rather talk to about this.” His eyes softened as he looked towards me. Instead of melting under his gaze like I normally do, red bites at the edge of my vision.

“I think you should leave her the hel alone.” My tone is not gentle. He freezes.

“What?”

“She has a mate already. And regardless of if you think the cauldron got it right. Lucien is the one mated to Elain,” I tried to keep my voice neutral. “And Lucien is a wonderful male who has been through a lot of shit. He deserves someone as sweet as Elain, if she ever comes around. You should stop meddling.”

His mouth opens, when no words come out, he closes it again. You see the muscles in his jaw tick as he clenches his teeth.

“What has gotten into you? When did you become Lucien’s spokesperson?” He spits at me. His face starts to get closer to mine as he leans over the table, slowly starting to rise to his feet.

The sane part of me is telling me to stand down. That one of the most powerful warriors in all of Prythian was starting to get angry at me. My mate was starting to get mad at me. But I would not cave under his intimidation.

“I became his spokesperson when you showed no respect for him. Or for Elain.” I noticed I was starting to get to my feet. “What about what she wants? She doesn’t owe you anything more than she owes Lucien. Rhys told you to stay away from a girl you feel entitled to and now you want to mope like a petulant teenager. Grow up Azriel.” He flinches before something stoney sets in his eyes.

“At least I’ve actually told her how I felt. What about you?” My stomach drops into my knees. “Sitting and pining over the same person for a century.”

“You knew?” My voice was nothing more than a whisper. This was not happening. I should have left when I had the chance.

“It’s not like you tried to hide it. I thought at some point you would get the hint that it wasn’t going to happen but yet there you always were trailing behind me like a sad little puppy.”

My hands on the table started to glow faintly. My anger was finally breaking through the surface.

“You asshole. You stupid Illyrian bastard.” The smirk that graced his face fell instantly. “After everything that I’ve done for you, you want to use my feelings for you as some fucking weapon against me.”

Even I was surprised at the venom in my words but I was on a roll. “I sat by for five hundred years. I sat by as you pined over Mor, someone I consider my sister. I felt that bond go unreturned.” He completely froze at my words. Words I have never spoken out loud to anyone.

“Wait-“

“No. You get to hear this shadowslinger.” I pressed my finger to his chest and he stepped back like I had hit him. A small part of me wishes I had. But this. This right here is why Rhys kept me around. I didn’t need to throw a punch to put someone on their knees.

“I followed you around like a lost puppy and you loved it. Every second of it. I was stupid enough at some point to believe that it was because you felt it too. And I couldn’t get away from those feelings,could get away from you. Every time I tried I would damn near drive myself crazy and then you would smile or say some funny joke and I was right back to where I started.” I willed the slight shake in my voice to disappear. “You just wanted to feel important because the one you truly loved wouldn’t have even entertained the thought. Took other males into her bed, but not you right? So why not go for the next available thing. Me. Who cares if I got hurt? Who cares that I still fucking loved you through all of it? Not you clearly. You played me like a fucking fiddle and I played my part well.”

When I finally looked back up at his face I saw nothing but a shell of the male that stood in front of me. Even his shadows had retreated from his side. Looking down I realized they were sitting at my feet. I pushed down the glimmer of something I didn’t have time to think about at the sight.

“Please. Just stop.” He pleaded.

“Why? Because it hurts to hear? Fuck you. “And you think that didn’t hurt me too?” I watched him pale. “You didn’t think it killed me to feel that empty weight in my chest every time I looked at you. Everyday that I waited and wished that you would feel that stupid bond I’ve had to live with for the last two centuries.”

He gasped at my words cutting me off

“You never told me about that. I just thought it was… I don’t know… I thought it was a crush like how I felt with Mor”

A muscle in my jaw ticked. “I shouldn’t have had to! The whole point is that you feel it too. Bonds aren’t supposed to be one sided but for some gods unknown reason, you didn’t,” I felt the anger really starting to boil over.

“Every time I heard you rambling on and on about how perfect Mor was, about the females you took into your bed. I sat by all of it, for what? Three sisters for three brothers?!” I was screaming now, my hands shaking by my side

“What happens when she’s all fixed up too Azriel? When she feels this same thing I feel when she looks at Lucien. Onto the next one for me to hear about I guess . Always on the sidelines. Always the sweet face to come back to at the end of the day but never the one you want to be with.” I took a deep breath for the words about to come out of my mouth, steeling my nerves.

“I’m done. With this. With you. Fuck this entire gods damned city. I will not sit by and play second to whoever you deem worthy enough for the rest of my life.”

He held up his hand like he was going to reach up for me but the light that was glowing off my skin was warning enough.

“Where will you go?” Was all he had the nerve to say.

I let out a cold, twisted laugh. “Anywhere but here. Hel I could finally go home. Helion has

been asking me to come back for years now. All I know it will be somewhere where you can’t come and ruin another half a century of my life. Because that’s what you did. I wasted all this time on someone I knew wouldn’t love me. But I can agree with you on something, Azriel.” I paused long enough to see the hope in his eyes as he whispered “what?”

“That sometimes the cauldron does get it wrong.”

I walked out of that room with my head held high

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

Spencer Reid x Read fic. Reid and Reader are friends, like best friends. Reader is always offering Reid donuts and listening to his fun facts and info dumps. It's one of those, they both like each other, but also are convinced the other doesn't like them.

Spencer is taking care of a slightly drunk reader whose grandmother called and asked why they're not engaged when they're younger sibling is married and expecting a child. At some point Spencer makes his ever classic comment about how it's safer to kiss and drunk reader, before being able to think, kisses Spencer. I hope that made sense.

OOPS I DID EXACTLY THAT

Safer to Kiss (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 2899

Warnings: Mentions of food, drinking alcohol, mild cursing, outdated expectations of women, and lots of pining

A/N: Hi I wrote this in 2 hours and was extremely entertained, please enjoy and if you send me a fic request I'll probably do it bc this is my hyperfixation hobby right now and very much keeping the demons at bay xD @bxm-1012 thank you for dropping by my inbox! I am VERY tempted to make a part 2 of this, I hope you enjoy! c:

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The whole expiration date thing that women faced was, in your humble opinion, complete and utter bullshit. Here you were, slowly approaching thirty (definitely still told people you were twenty-five, when, in fact, you were actually twenty-eight), and the biological clock was ticking. No, you didn’t want kids. Not right now, anyway. Not when you were only two years into your career as a profiler for the FBI’s prestigious Behavioral Analysis Unit. Not when you still had tons of things to check off your bucket list - go to Europe, visit an independent bookstore in every state, pilot a helicopter. 

And you didn’t buy into that whole ‘once a woman hits thirty, her stock plummets’ crap. Not usually, anyway. 

But Nan’s phone calls always left you questioning your existence. 

Back home in Ohio, your little sister, Kendra, had just announced her pregnancy. Three years younger than you (ironically, the age you told everyone you were), and married to a power plant manager, Kendra was living the dream of a woman from the 1950s. You tried your best not to look down on it, to wish for more for her - but Kendra was happy. She’d always wanted to be a mother, and you couldn’t imagine anyone better suited for the role. There was nothing wrong with wanting to be a wife and a mother, to devoting one’s life to it. You reminded yourself of that every time you spoke to Kendra. You especially reminded yourself of it every time you spoke to Nan. 

That sympathetic tone your grandmother used when she said, “Oh, Button, you’ll find someone eventually, and you’ll be just as happy as Kenny” was like nails on a chalkboard. You resisted the urge to gag into your speakerphone and simultaneously rip your grandmother a new one. You wanted so badly to explain to her that you were perfectly fulfilled with your life. 

You helped lock up bad guys on a weekly basis, you wanted to remind Nan. Your brain was one of few that had been chosen for a task force that caught criminals based on their behavior. It was amazing, working for the BAU, bouncing ideas off of your colleagues, finding a family within this small group of people that spent more than forty hours a week together. 

Nan didn’t see it that way. She wanted you to be just like Kendra. She wanted you to have that white picket fence in the suburbs, with a broad-shouldered husband and two little tykes running at your feet. Domestic bliss just wasn’t in the cards for you, you’d decided. And that was okay.

You were still reeling from your conversation with Nan the night before when you walked in to work on Monday morning. It was Derek who caught the raging RBF first. “Woah, pretty girl. Pump. Your. Brakes.” He said, halting you just as you entered the BAU’s bullpen, holding a hand up to stop you. 

“Good morning to you, too, Derek,” You flashed him a phony grin, and he rolled his eyes. 

“And you’re grumpy this morning… why, exactly?” Derek asked, turning to walk beside you, essentially escorting you to your desk. 

“Because I’m allowed to be?” You proffered, shrugging your shoulders, not really wanting to talk about it with him. You loved Derek - hell, you loved all your coworkers - but he was not the person you wanted to go to with these thoughts. You didn’t really want to talk to anyone about it, actually. You just wanted to ride the cranky train until it came to a complete stop. 

Emily was returning from the kitchenette with a fresh mug of coffee and decided that the conversation concerned her as well. “What’s going on?” she asked. 

“Y/L/N’s wearing her cranky pants this morning,” Derek filled her in. 

“Oh, those so don’t match your blouse, Y/N,” Emily teased, winking at you with a smirk before looking at Derek. “Cut her some slack. No one likes Mondays.” Derek held up his palms defensively. “Alright, alright. Forgive me for being a concerned citizen.” 

“It’s appreciated,” You told Derek genuinely before setting your bag down at your desk. “But unnecessary.” 

It wasn’t until later in the morning, around ten, that anyone bothered you about your obvious bad mood again. This time it was Spencer, the one person you couldn’t possibly be annoyed with. He rolled on his desk chair around the partition that separated your workspaces, holding his hand out expectantly, like he usually did this time of day. 

Without speaking, you opened the bottom drawer of your desk and pulled out the white bag of mini powdered donuts that you always kept in stock. They were your guilty pleasure snack, and one of the first things you and Spencer bonded over when you started at the BAU two years ago. That, and the fact that you were the closest agents in age, was how you got along so well so quickly. Over several cases, varying in degrees of intensity, you and Spencer became really great friends. Best friends, actually. 

There wasn’t anyone else in your life that you trusted more than Spencer Reid. 

You opened the bag of powdered donuts and shook one haphazardly into Spencer’s palm, then grabbed one for yourself. Silently, you cheers-ed your donuts together, and ate them simultaneously, making weird-but-comfortable eye contact as you did. 

“Derek says you’re in a bad mood today,” Spencer pointed out with a teasing smirk on his face. A smirk, and white sugar blanketing his upper lip.

“Derek’s full of shit,” you grinned after swallowing your snack, the smile on your face totally facetious. “I’m extremely happy.” 

“I can tell,” Spencer snickered as you set the powdered donuts back in your snack drawer, closing it with a clank. You watched as he brought both of his legs up into his desk chair, crossing them like a kindergartner. 

The action made your stomach flutter. You’d felt strongly about Spencer for a really long time, probably a year and half, if you had to try and pinpoint it. But there was no use in going down that road with him. For one thing, he was your best friend, and you didn’t want to risk flushing the best relationship in your life down the toilet. For another thing, you knew it was one hundred percent impossible that he could feel the same way. 

“What’d you do this weekend?” Spencer asked, and you could tell by the question that he was trying to discover the source of your poor attitude. 

“Stayed home, caught up on chores,” You said, crossing your knees and leaning back in your seat, your expression telling him that you knew exactly what he was doing. As much fun as playing mind games with Spencer was, you decided to throw him a bone. “Spoke to my grandmother on the phone last night.” 

Spencer nodded understandingly. “Say no more,” he said with a chuckle. “She gave you the whole ‘when are you going to get married’ spiel again?” 

You nodded. “Unfortunately. I usually don’t let it bother me, but for some reason it’s just, like, lurking in the back of my mind today.” You shrugged your shoulders and exhaled through your nose. “What about you?” You asked. 

“What about me?” Spencer arched a brow, and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“What’d you do this weekend?” 

“Oh,” Spencer began, pursing his lips for a moment, like he was hesitant to tell you. “I actually went on a date.” 

Your stomach flipped. “Oh yeah?” You choked out, forcing a smile. “Who with?” 

“That girl, Lisa, from the coffee shop, the one you told me wouldn’t stop ‘ogling my boy band hair’,” Spencer held up air quotes when he repeated your words from memory.

You recalled the cute barista from the coffee shop just down the highway from Quantico, a popular morning stop for agents on their way to work. You tried to stop the jealousy from turning your blood into fire. “How was it?” You asked, trying to resist the urge to sit on the edge of your seat, trying not to hang on his every word. 

Spencer shrugged his shoulders. “It was okay. She was very nice, but there just wasn’t…” he trailed off, gesticulating as the words failed to come to that supercomputer brain of his. 

“It was like a donut without powdered sugar on it?” You suggested with a small chuckle.

“Yeah,” Spencer agreed, nodding, meeting your eyes and smiling, mildly amused. “Exactly.” 

Spencer went back to his desk a few minutes later, and the rest of the day went on. It was quiet, especially for a day at the BAU. There were, weirdly enough, no open cases right now, so you spent the day catching up on paperwork, which there was always plenty of. 

You caught the elevator about ten minutes after five with Spencer in tow, and you held the door open for him. It was just the two of you as you made the descent from the sixth floor, and Spencer leaned against the back wall. “Plans tonight?” He asked. 

“Not really, no,” You said, shaking your head. “Why, you want to do something?” You asked. 

Spencer nodded. “There’s this landscape and nature photography exhibit at one of the galleries downtown,” he said. “Might be fun. There’s this artist, Milton Harvell, who takes photos of renowned locations around the world but zooms in on an obscure detail and gives the framed photograph to the person who correctly guesses the location.” 

You smiled slowly at that. You loved it when Spencer went off on one of his tangents. You found it completely adorable. “It’s actually quite fascinating,” Spencer went on, an amused tone lining his voice, making it sound lighter. “Kind of like a Where’s Waldo, but in reverse. There was this one photograph he took of the Louvre in Paris, but he zoomed in really tightly on a young boy enjoying an ice cream cone. He even went so far as to edit the photograph to make it look like it was a different time of day. The four thousand and eighth person to view the photograph was the person who guessed the correct location.” Spencer’s head bobbed and he was smiling like an idiot. 

God, you were down bad. 

“Was the four thousand and eighth person�� you?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him scrupulously and allowing a teasing grin to cross your face. 

“The photo’s hanging in my living room,” he confirmed. 

You laughed softly. “Will there be alcohol at this function?” You asked him, and he nodded. 

That was all you needed to hear. 

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You and Spencer went straight to the art gallery from work, sharing a cab rather than bothering with your cars. You immediately bought a glass of red wine, and began to follow him around the gallery. You weren’t an art aficionado, not by any means, but you enjoyed looking at beautiful things, and you especially enjoyed spending time with Spencer that wasn’t hunched over a dead body or trying to map out a killer’s comfort zone. It was a rare occurrence, so you tried to soak it all up as much as possible. 

Plus, your Nan’s words were still lingering in the back of your head. It’ll happen for you someday, Button. Men just don’t find you strong, career types attractive. Maybe you should soften up your look a little. 

You downed your first glass of wine within ten minutes, and caught one of the catering staff passing out champagne almost instantaneously after. The champagne fizzled down your throat as you strolled with Spencer through the art gallery, listening intently as he went on about each piece, rattling off whatever contextual knowledge he had. But you were a little bit biased; you could listen to him list different types of soil and find it interesting. 

After the glass of champagne came another glass of champagne, and by the time you made it to the main exhibit Spencer wanted to see, your cheeks were flushed. It wasn’t that you couldn’t hold your alcohol; rather, it just made you a little bit silly. Your inhibitions were lowered, just like it would affect anyone. But with your arm looped through Spencer’s and your Nan’s nagging message still in the back of your mind, you were perhaps a little more loose than usual. 

As Spencer examined the exhibit, you tapped your foot, unable to keep still, and scanned the open space. Your eyes landed on another patron of the gallery, a conventionally handsome man about your age, and you found yourself unlooping your arm from Spencer’s, subconsciously not wanting to appear taken. 

“Are you gonna go talk to that guy?” Spencer asked, and you snapped your eyes back to his. “Because you can, if you want to. Don’t let me stop you.” 

It was almost like he was daring you to. Spencer’s jaw seemed tense as you examined his expression, the way his gorgeous brown eyes darted from the man and back to you. “You don’t mind?” You asked, arching a brow, almost like a challenge.

Spencer shook his head, his lips pursed. “Not at all. I’ll wait here for you?” 

You nodded, and turned towards the man. There wasn’t any harm in getting a guy’s number, right? Your feelings for Spencer were a lost cause, anyway. Plus, as Nan liked to point out, you weren’t getting any younger. 

The man’s eyes locked on yours and he seemed to understand that you were about to speak with him. He met you halfway, and you shook his hand. “Malcolm Greene,” he introduced himself, and you spouted off your own name in return. “You’re not here with that guy?” He asked, jerking his chin over to Spencer. Your eyes followed Malcolm’s, and you saw Spencer with his body turned towards the photography exhibit, but his head turned to the side, as if he were keeping an eye on you with his peripheral vision. 

“Yeah, I am,” you said, and Malcolm’s head inclined to the side. “I am. I’m here with that guy,” you panicked, suddenly realizing in that moment that you weren’t interested in speaking with Malcolm. No, you had absolutely no interest in spending your time with any other man but Spencer Reid. “I just, uh…” Your cheeks flushed, and you stifled an awkward laugh, anxiously trying to come up with some excuse. “I came over here to tell you that your shoe was united.” 

Your eyes followed Malcolm’s down to his shoes, which were loafers. Laceless loafers. Malcolm’s mouth opened as if to point this out to you, but you managed to stammer words out first. “Ok, well, have a great night, goodbye!” You turned on your heel and marched back over to Spencer, your cheeks red as you reached out for his arm. 

Spencer furrowed his brows down at you as your arm gripped his. “I need another glass of wine,” you confessed. 

Twenty minutes later, after two more glasses of wine and a very watchful eye out for Malcolm, you and Spencer left the art gallery. You were awfully giggly on the cab ride back to your place, cracking puns and humming along to the radio intermittently. Spencer seemed to be amused, but more so concerned with getting you home in one piece. 

As he walked you up the stairs to the door of your apartment building, he was teasing you about your conversation with Malcolm, which you still hadn’t told him completely about. “I still can’t believe you didn’t get his number. You were talking with him for exactly two minutes and twelve seconds. What, in that short of an amount of time, could have turned you off to him so quickly?” He pondered aloud, a playfully mocking tone lining his voice. 

“Listen, I shook his hand! I had my fun!” You exclaimed, bursting into laughter as you leaned against the handrail of the stairs that led up to the door. “Good, clean fun!” 

“You know, the number of pathogens that are passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss someone,” Spencer rattled off, and your eyes snapped to meet his. 

You don’t know what took you over. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the way the street lamps reflected in the irises of his eyes, or how you stood just a few inches away from him. Maybe it was his stupid tweed blazer, how he looked like a tenured art history professor despite barely being thirty years old. Maybe it was the way he smelled like pine and printer ink, a combination you wouldn’t have ever thought was attractive. 

But when Spencer said that, you stood up on your toes and kissed him. It was slow and innocent at first, until it passed the border into lingering, and Spencer’s hands found your hips, pulling your body closer to his. There was a cool night breeze that filtered through the space between your bodies, and by the time you pulled your lips away from Spencer’s, and slowly opened your eyes, you were completely red in the face and breathless. 

No, that certainly wasn’t the safest choice you could have made.

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read part 2 here

[st-el-la-luna]

El's COD Kinktober 2024

I figured this would be a good way to keep my blog alive. Expect short pieces, and missed days. But I will do my best

NSFW Minors DNI

1. SOMNOPHILIA: JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Soap wakes up to you moaning in your sleep. He helps you make your dreams a reality.

➳ gnlafab!reader, wet dreams, somnophilia, dry humping, fingering, premature ejaculation, use of "pup" once

2. Sensory Deprivation/Blindfolds: John Price x Reader

Somehow it's better when you don't know it's coming

3. Double Penetration: Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo Parra x Reader

Your Colonel and Sergeant comfort you the day after a bad date

4. Lingerie: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

You want to surprise Ghost for his birthday. Things go wrong, in perhaps the best way.

5. Mommy Kink: Philip Graves x Reader

After a particularly long mission and several bad months at the company, Graves' spirits are low. He needs someone to take care of him, to tell him he's good

6. Threesome: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick and König x Reader

KorTac has been working alongside Task Force 141 for a while now. Kyle has always had his eye on you, but it becomes clear that the Austrian giant feels the same. Tensions rise between the two until they decide to prove which of them is best once and for all

7. Restraints: Kim "Horangi" Hon-jin x Reader

Horangi is in debt to you and your going to teach him a lesson: either he pays you back monetarily or...

8. Body Worship: Alex Keller x Reader 

Alex thinks every inch of your body is perfect. And he won't stop telling you until he's sure you believe it too.

9. Face Sitting: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Gaz overhears you telling Soap you've never enjoyed receiving oral. He decides to change that

10. Exhibitionism: Nikolai x Reader

Nik likes to show you off whenever he can. The Task Force has been eyeing you too much as of late. He reminds them who you belong to.

11. Thigh Fucking: König x Reader

König is just too big

12. Breeding: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Mid-fuck, Ghost let's slip that he wants to be a mommy.

13. Overstimulation: Rodolfo Parra x Reader

After everything that happened with the Shadow Company, you're just glad to have him back. Your relief at his wellbeing quickly becomes more and, well, you have a lot of stress to work off. But he can take it.

14. Free Use: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader 

You and Kyle have an agreement. Whatever either of you want to do, whenever you want to do it. You both enjoy your agreement.

15. Blood Kink: Nikto x Reader

Nikto comes to your door, desperate. You tell him you can't, you're on your period. Blood has never bothered him before, why would it now?

16. Dry Humping: John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader 

You can't, it's a sin... Luckily even God leaves loopholes.

17. Uniform Kink: Philip Graves x Reader

He can't get enough of the way you look, all dressed up for this event. And you can't get enough of him in his dress uniform.

18. Cockwarming: Alejandro Vargas x Reader 

There's nothing Alejandro likes more than coming home to you. And to his second home, between your legs.

19. Pegging: Alex Keller x Reader

One of his friends bought it as a gag gift. You laughed. Alex didn't.

20. Oral Fixation: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Gaz notices how you've always got something in your mouth; a pencil, gum, a lollipop. He can tell it calms you. At a formal event, he senses your stress and gives you something to help ground yourself.

21. Corruption Kink/Loss of Virginity: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

After months of dating and never doing more than make out, you ask Soap when you're going to, well, do it. His answer surprises you, and you learn something about yourself that's even more surprising.

22. Spit: König x Reader 

In the heat of an argument you spit at your Colonel's feet.

23. Choking: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

An accidental training misshap leaves Ghost reeling, you help pull him in.

24. Werewolf: Keegan P Russ x Reader

Little Red Riding Hood, you should know better than to wander the woods at night alone. Especially tonight.

25. Spanking: John Price x Reader

John decides to get you back for slapping his ass in front of his men.

26. Predator/Prey: Valeria Garza x Reader

You and Valeria play a game of hide and seek with a twist...

27. Praise: John Price x Reader

Joyn worries he isn't good enough, that he's gone too often. That he's a bad person. You assure him none of its true.

28. Boot Worship: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

You show Simon your new boots. He reacts unexpectedly.

29. Hair Pulling: John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

You accidentally grab his hair during a spar. He moans like a whore.

30. Cumplay: Poly!141 x Reader

Soap had an idea for a fun game. You're just surprised he was able to rope the others into it too.

31. Wild Card

[angelsdean]

so far, sam's POV:

dean is belligerently drunk, not working the case at all while sam does all the heavy legwork and interviews.

dean is flirting with "some feisty little wildcat" that he's about to "reel in"

said woman is depicted as being "trashy" in sam's eyes, he's giving her Major judgy looks. the camera (Sam's eyes) "PAN up fishnet stockings and a tight miniskirt to reveal a sloppy drunk, heavily made up blonde girl"

starla is draped all over dean and then coughing and gagging as she struggles to hold down her liquor.

Dean then allegedly tells Sam she "has a sister" as if this is some porn fantasy. And this is SAM'S POV.

It's a deeply unflattering image that Sam paints, revealing a lot abt what Sam thinks of Dean and the women that associate with him. And Dean is quick to interrupt at this beat because that's not how it happened.

Now do I think Dean's perspective is wholly accurate and truthful too? No! The whole point is to show how people's limited perspective and biases will remember the same events differently. What happened is probably something closer to the middle of the two stories. Dean flirting with a pretty woman who is equally interested in him. Them having a good conversation. Sam working the case in a more traditional sense while Dean works the case the way he often does, playing up the charm and trying to get information organically through conversation rather than interrogation.

[canthavetoomuchchaos]

Not a bad kid

ANGST ANGST ANGST

Set in teenage years.

Darlin + David

I strongly follow the "Darlin and David are siblings" thingy. This is set when both are around 14 ish.

Tw/Cw: mentions of abuse, fear, injuries, brief mentions of dying,

David and Gabe are sleeping, that is until they both hear frantic knocking at the front door.

David is sound asleep, snoozing away under his blanket, his dad in the next room over doing the same. Both are awoken by fast, frantic, and harsh knocking on their front door. David sits up blearily and walks to his door, waiting for his dad to pass him so he can follow.

"David, don't come down until I know who it is alright?" David nods and waits. Gabe opens the door and immediately a person is falling into him. He grips their shoulders, eyes wide as they are frantically begging for his help. Gabe is quick to shut the door.

"David- come down here, get the first aid kit under the kitchen sink, quickly." He's calm, carefully carrying his young pack member to their living room, setting them gently on the couch, ignoring the thought that their blood and the mud is ruining it. They're still crying, clinging to his shoulders, but they're frantically muttering now. The same thing, over and over and over again.

"I'm sorry- 's not my fault- didn't study hard enough- please, please I didn't mean to." Gabe is mortified. They're like this because of a bad grade on something? Or is he hearing wrong? David returns with the first aid kit.

"David, come sit by their head, keep them awake if they start to fall asleep. They may be concussed." David does as his father requested him and sits by their head. Gabe, very gently, starts to peel away their drenched shirt, pulling it up to get a view of their abdomen. Cuts, bruises and scratches, along with long healed scars are all over their skin. He presses into the biggest wound on their side, steadily oozing blood. He barely hears David gag. As he presses against them they let aout a very sharp yelp, he can hear their wolf slightly come through it. He looks up about to apologize, but they look horrified that they even made the sound in the first place.

"'m sorry- I didn't mean to- I was just- please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to growl-" David takes the liberty of trying to soothe them, doing what his dad does to him when he's sick, running his hands along their scalp. They freeze but withing seconds they are leaning into his gentle hand. Gabe continues his work on their wounds.

About fifteen minutes later Gabe is almost finished when David tenses from his quiet, almost one-sided conversation.

"...Dad...Dad you gotta hear this." His face is sombre for a fourteen year old. Gabe frowns and leans towards them.

"can you say that one more time? You mum ked a little there. " David asks them quietly. They frown and speak, this time slightly louder than before, attempting to help him understand.

"...got a c- on a math test. My parents were.....not pleased to say the least. That's why I'm like this. My....dad...chased me here. I don't know if he's still here or not, I don't think he'll try to come inside though.." they're breathy, and tired, but they enunciate perfectly.

Gabe freezes, his mind reeling, their dad did this to them? This child is beaten bruised and bloody because they got one bad grade? For the first time ever in the history of the Shaw wolf pack, there will now be a banishing of a wolf. This child will stay, they aren't safe at home. This actually helps explain a lot of their behaviors, constantly being quiet, keeping away from the other kids, flinching if Asher is just a little too loud. It all makes sense.

"Kid, I know you live with your dad, is there anyone else there besides you and him?" He's cautious, voice a low, gentle timbre. They shake their head.

"just my stepmom, she eggs him on, doesn't help. wont miss me if I die right here, she hates me anyway" Gabe fails to hide his frustrated expression, glad their stable and their eyes are closed as they relax and relish in the safety of his house.

"I'm glad you came to me, kid. You won't have to go back there ever again. I swear on it." His face is set in a tense but gentle expression. He turns to David.

"take them to the guest bedroom, give them some clothes, they may not fit but work with what you've got please. " David nods and gently helps the young wolf. They both pause as Gabe speaks

"your tough kid. Like a tank, stay that way." They nod and continue their way upstairs with David's assistance.

While they are upstairs Gabe grabs his phone and calls his beta (I can't remember Ashers dad's name if it was ever mentioned so here's a random one) Daniel. He picks up quickly and Gabe explains the situation, Daniel is quick to ask if Gabe needs his help. Gabe denies and asks him to please schedule a formal pack meeting for tomorrow afternoon, all wolves required to attend. There's a small yell from upstairs and he's quickly hanging up.

"David? Everything alright up there?" He's on the bottom steps, carefully making his way up. David pops his head out, a small grimacing smile on his face.

"they shifted, their injuries don't seem to have transferred as harshly but they jumped on the bed and I think it hurt a little. They're fine though. I think." Gabe nods and ruffles David's hair.

"let them rest, you can go to sleep, I'm gonna stay in here with them, the door will stay open all night if you need anything." David nods, a small confused frown on his lips.

"why're you staying with them? They'll be sleeping." Gabe smiles at his young son's confusion.

"because if they have a nightmare or wake up randomly, I want them to know where they are and that they're safe. Now go to sleep." David nods and gives his dad a brief hug, leaving to his own room down the hall.

The next morning Gabe is making breakfast as Tank as he has decided to call them, stumbles into the kitchen. They freeze as they realize he's also in the kitchen. Their eyes widen as their bleary, sleep ridden eyes don't comprehend that they're not home.

"I'm sorry, I woke up late, I'll have breakfast done really quick I promise. You don't have to-" they are cut off by Gabe gently laying a hand on their shoulder.

"hey, it's okay, you're not at home anymore kid. You don't have to do anything right now. Go sit on the couch, watch some TV." They hesitate but listen nonetheless. Gabe sighs and continues to make food, not surprised in the slightest that his son is sleeping in.

Later, as Gabe is getting ready for the pack meeting, both kids come up to him, curious. David is the first to speak up as Tank catches their breath, side sore from their wound.

"where are you going dad?" Gabe looks up from his combat boots, his face set. He's mentally preparing for the meeting.

"Got a meeting, scheduled it last night." The kids frown, confused. David, again, speaks up first.

"..can we go?" Gabe hesitates and looks to Tank.

"...will you be okay? You'll stay by me the whole time." They think for a moment, then nod. They haven't spoken since that morning.

"alright, get your shoes on. Let's go." Both kids scramble for their shoes, trying to get them on as fast as possible.

As they arrive to the Den, Gabe reminds both kids to stay close, this is a serious meeting and there wasn't supposed to be kids in the first place. As they walk in, Tank's parents both rush up, fake relief written across both of their faces. Gabe pushes Tank behind him, standing tall. A harsh glare pointed at them. He makes sure that his eyes say all that need to be said. 'you will not touch this child ever again.'

Gabe guides Tank and David to the front of the room. Reminding David to keep a gentle grip on Tank, as their still slightly hurt. He walks up to his podium, clearing his throat and waiting for silence. As the silence falls his eyes land on Tank's dad, specifically his hands, bruised knuckles, cuts here and there along his arms, and a very painful looking wolf bite on his bicep. Tank sure gave a fight before running. He took a breath and started to speak.

"I'm sorry for calling this meeting on such short notice, but it has come to my attention, that some pack members do not seem to grasp what parenting is meant to look like. [Tank's parents] I have the unfortunate duty of dishonorably banishing you from my pack and any Shaw land or property. I want to make this clear to everyone in this pack, I will tolerate a lot. I will never tolerate abuse of any kind." He turns to Tank and beckons them forward, they stand, walking slowly toward him, their face still badly bruised and the cuts now scabbed.

"this is Tank. Your child. You will no longer be allowed near them, nor will you have custody of them. I will take them as my own. You are never to return here, and if I hear that you have, you will be reported to the department. Thank you, goodbye." He dismissed their parents. The two hesitates, then Tank's father lunged, yelling harsh words and horrible names at them. Gabe shifts, a giant wolf now standing over the fallen child, as he snarls, his beta shifts as well, gently using his snout to push the children away, whilst keeping an eye on his Alpha in case he needs assistance. As the father backs down, backing away, he continues to yell things a child should never have directed at them.

Later when they get back to the Shaw house they are laying on the cold kitchen floor, the chill helping soothe the ache in their side. They have a content smile

Safe.

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The end was a little rushed but oh well!! Hope you like it!!

[luna-the-moth]

Styling Deuce's hair has awaken something in me :)

Just hear me out...Deuce tries so hard to remember + take part in your self care stuff. He has a whole note section on his phone dedicated to what kind of face cleanser you use, the type of face cream you are picky about, what eye mask branch you like, any makeup you like, nail care oils, etc. He doesn't quite understand feminine care, but he tries hard for you! Also asks his mother about the different types of face toner, cleanser, serum, jade roller, etc. Oddly, but genuinely, finds face masks relaxing. Boy studies a lot, he needs it!

YESSSSS deuce is sooo boyfriend coded and him being invested in your self care routine is the cherry on top <33

SFW, GN! reader but mildly spicy at the end for my fellow period-havers lol

he has photos of all of your cosmetics and whatnot in a folder on his phone in case you ever ask him to pick up refills from the store <3 tbh the first time u take him into the beauty section/a beauty store he's in awe at the variety but also gagged at the prices LMAOO. he did Not know that snail secretion was a thing that can be good for ur skin but he does now ! definitely will be like a lost puppy at first but he's got the spirit! if he notices a product similar to one you use that's at a better value he'll bring it to you and ask your thoughts on it <3

but also if u have sensitive skin he's so sweet about it , , , sending you magicam reels about new products for sensitive skin that might suit you , , , sending you photos of fragrance-free lotions and moisturizers if you mention you want to branch out and try new ones , , , making sure you don't run out of the lotion you rely on , , ,

also i hc he has skin with minimal acne but it's a bit Dry and he has a bad habit of scratching at it here and there using more hydrating products will be a huge help!! also he does enjoy a skincare regimen a Lot once you've introduced it to him bc he enjoys feeling his best and it wakes him up nicely in the morning!

self care nights Will be a thing once u bring them up . generally i hc deuce prefers the milder, cleaner scents for his skin (cucumber, honey, etc) and avoids things like heavy florals/heavier scents in general (orange, rose, etc) simply bc they overwhelm him a bit and his skin's a tad sensitive :( but he does enjoy face masks like you mentioned- they make him feel refreshed and pampered <33

and if you want to do your nails he likes to watch you paint your nails <3 deuce isn't a gossipy bitch but he LIVESSS for spilling tea over painted nails and drinks , , , will ask you to do clear coats on his nails or solid dark blue on his nails but if you want to experiment who is he to say no , , , he can't deny his partner if they want to treat him and put so much care into him , , (just no acrylics or extensions pls they feel so heavy and they Will break by accident within 24 hours) , , , also gets sooo lovesick if you ever wear dark blue on your nails because they remind you of him , ,, hes such a sentimental loverboy i love him .

if you're someone who has periods he has a period tracker on his phone 100%. puts in little reminders on his calendar to get your favorite snacks/charge up the heating blanket the day before it start , , , he would get you a heated waterbottle too if you asked and it'd have little chicks on it too , , , also eats you out like a man starved on ur period if ur into that . he didn't think about it before but now...

thank you for sending in this ask i did Not realize how much self care/cosmetics mean to me in terms of love aksdihf. PLEASE feel free to send asks if you would like to hear my thoughts on the other boys/more detail on deuce re: self care <3

[eisforeidolon]

[Following on from talking about Kim Manners for a while]

Mark: He was just an amazing guy -

Jared: The best.

Mark: He was something else. And look, I've worked with a lot of people, and I've known you since you were a lot younger.

Jared: Hey! Same! Same!

Mark: A lot younger. And the truth is, to - it sounds so corny [mocking voice] 'Oh, this show is a family'. Look, this is a place where we went to work with 150 of our friends for over, y'know, a decade and a half. I did nearly a decade of it. And I think the energy that he instilled upon how to behave on a set was absolutely the reason why anybody could walk on that show and be treated like gold. [Jared nods as he's talking] You could succeed if you came with your A game, you were looked after and you were carried. And if you were crap? You were looked after and you were carried. I swear to God I have seen this, couple people that didn't - I won't ever say what it is, but didn't make it beyond a certain small amount of an arc, they just didn't have the right thing or didn't get it or whatever.

Jared: Yeah, the right attitude. We even had people that recurred and returned, who maybe they weren't as solid of an actor as a Mark Sheppard or a Mark Pellegrino type, but they were good enough and they were kind. And they showed up and they wanted to work and they wanted to laugh and they knew their lines and hit their marks and they showed up on time and there was no bullshit. It was like, okay, we can work with this. And so let's keep on going -

Mark: There was a trust element that was mind-blowing, and I've worked on some amazing sets in my time, but it was special, man. To know that every single person in that crew had my back every single day.

Jared: Amen.

Mark: When we did the end of season 8, when you and I were doing hours [Jared says something here I can't make out] and hours and hours of this stuff. That group, right, so in between shots, right? In between shots, you've gotta move lights, you've gotta move cameras, you've gotta do stuff. And they don't have to be quiet. They're working all day, they've been there three hours before us, they're leaving three hours after us -

Jared: And it was a long trek, it was like an hour away from town. On some, like, beautiful lake that Phil Sgriccia -

Mark: Oh, on the outside when we did - but when we went to the stage, when we came back to do the interiors?

Jared: Yes, yes.

Mark: And we did the interiors in there, they didn't make a sound between takes for two days. Because the boys are being serious, we'll support 'em. And that's how we got through those pages and pages of stuff. Jensen -

Jared: It was a couple of - two or three days or something.

Mark: It was two or three days -

Jared: And then Jensen and Alaina come in.

Mark: It was nuts. It was so - but we, like, you see all the gag reels, right? You see how silly everything gets? The reason why the gag reels are fun is cause we work hard, so one mistake -

Jared: [?] you're done, never forget. I will say this, a lot of y'all know Mark and have known him many times or met him many times, and a lot of y'all know, can agree with me, he doesn't shut the fuck up. Ever.

Mark: [Mark holds his hands up and nods] I talked my way through six heart attacks, trust me.

Jared: Other than the two or three day span where we were in that chapel. And it was so - it was before the AKF campaigns, it was - what Sam was going through, in a very different way, was similar to what Jared kinda had gone through and was going through? And so I went to a weird place, it's the only time in my 480 episodes of television I've ever listened to music during - in between scenes? And Mark is tied up, you know, you're my Marley moose and all that bit? And like, usually when you're tied up during a scene, they call cut and they move the cameras, it takes twenty minutes and you go like, untie me, I'm going to my trailer to pee and have some water? He just stayed there and was quiet the whole time, because I just sat there in the corner, he was just there for me, so kudos to you, Mark Sheppard.

Mark: And kudos to Jensen. Jensen was off-camera for a day and a half. Off-camera, in character, for a day and a half. It's - you suddenly realize that everybody's got your back and it's just the greatest feeling in the world. When you're trying to do - there's never enough time, there's never enough money, there's never enough ability to make the best that you can make of it, you know? We're all trying, but when you know everybody is trying to make the best possible thing for you guys [gestures to audience] that we can make, with all our hearts, with everything that we care about? It's just a fantastic experience. And what I love about, I was talking about the gag reels, what I love about the gag reels is you're seeing the antidote to that.

Jared: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mark: So when Jensen for the first time in his entire history can't get a line out of his mouth, which is I'd rather be smacked during sex by a girl with a Zorro mask -

Jared: He kept messing it up!

Mark: He messed it one time, and you killed him.

Jared: Oh for sure. For sure.

Mark: We have thirty eight takes of that. He never messed a line up in -

Jared: Worth it. He kept on removing a word or adding a word and I was like [frustrated voice] that's not the word! But it was good. Anyways. Great time, great family, let's get some questions.

[genericpuff]

oh boy rachel's telling on herself a little-

so we noticed that her Twitter name recently changed again, now featuring her bluesky social in her username to obviously advertise to people that she has a Blue Sky.

She's had BlueSky for a while, but it obviously doesn't have as massive of a following because 1.) Blue Sky is still a much smaller platform than Twitter (undoubtedly because it still requires invite codes to join), and 2.) it's really, REALLY hard to move the entirety of your fanbase from one platform to another as many followers are bound to be "dead" (i.e. not active on the platform anymore) and others will naturally fall off because they may have followed ages ago but never bothered to keep up or unfollow from a page that was just on their backburner.

But interestingly enough, this change is very recent and when you check her BlueSky, which she would only post to every once in a while, it's now seeming to be a lot more active with multiple posts over the past couple days. So I think it's very clear at this point that she's trying to actively commit to the migration from Twitter to BlueSky.

BUT HOOO BOY. SOME OF HER POSTS Y'ALL. SHE'S PRACTICALLY DOUBLING DOWN LMAO

You've all seen me dissect the SHIT out of Rachel's art process and y'all can verify it yourself through those posts that never once has she shown herself drawing this way. Never in the process reels, or the time lapse videos, or the single sketch posts she's made. So her claiming that she "likes doing this as well" is just flatout false because she doesn't do this. So I literally don't know who she's trying to fool with this (aside from her own fanbase) but she ain't fooling me LMAO

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But that's not even the best thing she's shared, oh no. Because this isn't even the full kit of clown makeup.

Nope, that goes to this repost-

No hate to the person who posted this, I'm sure they're chill and cool, I just think the fact that Rachel of all people reposted this to her BlueSky which she's trying to replace her Twitter with is very telling. We all know this isn't just Rachel sharing something funny for the gag, we know exactly what Rachel likes and portrays in her work that she could see herself in through this post.

And what's even more telling (and hilarious) is that this may as well have been her running away to BlueSky after the "Never apologize for being Sicilian" tweet became the top result when you search "Lore Olympus" on Twitter LMAOOO

I'm not saying that's exactly what's going on here, but the thought of Rachel deciding to fully commit to moving to BlueSky out of sheer embarrassment over this one out-of-context panel from years ago that went viral overnight - and staying at the top of the search result feed because no one's engaging with good faith LO posts anymore - is hilarious, and if it takes this dumbass panel of Hades telling Persephone she should never apologize for being Sicilian to get people talking about how stupid and hilarious LO is, then I say it's about damn time.

[justmeinatree]

Think I’m Losing It

Summary : weed makes harry submissive. until it doesn’t.

TW : smut, subspace, breath play, drugs (weed)

Word Count : 2.2k

if there was one thing you loved about the moment harry took out some weed, it was the impending, absolutely amazing sex that would loom around the corner.

and this time was no different. both of you taking more bong rips than you could even count, your brain was properly mush. it started off with a roll of harry’s head, to face you. and it somehow turned into heavy kissing, harry humming out small whines and whimpers.

it was always like this. with a heavy weed induced fog, harry would fall a little on the submissive side. usually a role occupied by you, it originally took a bit of a learning curve to find your groove. 

the thing with the weed, is that it obviously affected you as well. so an idea had popped into harry’s head, convincing you once to wear a strap on, and letting him suck on it. you had given in, figuring that it may not do much for you, but if it was good for him, you wouldn’t mind at all. 

what you never expected was to actually be able to feel what he was doing. you swear it’s the absurd amount of thc in your bloodstream, but watching harry’s mouth work over the toy had your mind reeling. 

you could actually fucking feel the pull of harry’s lips, the suction of his cheeks, light gliding of his teeth from time to time, the expert flicks of his tongue on the head, even the gagging in the back of his throat when he took it too far. like you had actually grown a full fucking penis for this moment. 

and harry loved it. the complete bliss took over his features, whenever his mouth first made contact with the tip of the toy. he loved how submissive it made him feel, especially considering it was a fucking toy. 

but when you admitted to him that you could actually feel it, he fell into it even more. wanted you to know how good he could be. wanted you to be proud of him. wanted you to love it just as much as he did.

so needless to say, the routine was set. a lot of pot. and a strap on. which is where you both find yourselves right now.

you were on the bed, standing on your knees, watching harry below you, his mouth working over the toy. you thread your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp, “look at you, taking my cock so well.”

harry groans at the praise, sucking it in further, and a shiver shoots down your spine, your head lulling back for a moment, eyes fluttering shut. you give a harsh tug on his hair, chasing that feeling again.

as if on cue, harry groans again, your hips bucking forward, the dildo gliding down his throat. he gags momentarily pulling away, working his tongue over the tip as he catches his breath, giving his throat a small break.

you roll your head forward, eyes locking on his, watching some of his spit drip down his chin onto the bed. “can’t believe you’re fuckin dripping for my cock,” you groan, harry’s eyes fluttering shut as he sinks down on the toy again. 

you moan out loud, harry’s nose pressed against your lower belly. your entire body trembling, your mind reeling at the fog induced feeling of his throat constricting around an appendage you don’t even have.

harry quickly pops off the toy entirely, pushing himself up on his knees, all of a sudden towering over you, his lips slotting with yours.

one of his hands grips the side of your jaw to hold you in place, the other gently stroking the toy. “can feel me playing with your prick, hmm sweet girl ?” harry murmurs against your lips, your body trembling at his featherlight touches against the strap on.

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding, arms wrapping around harry’s neck, anchoring yourself to him. 

this, also, always ended up happening. like the flick of a switch, he was back into his dominant role. even harry didn’t know what caused it, if it was something you did, a sound you made, or just a feeling inside him. 

“what if i do this ?” he asks quietly, his hands leaving your body entirely, before falling on your breasts, forefinger and thumb closing in on your nipples and twisting. 

you cry out, your forehead falling to his shoulder, that being the first real touch he gives you tonight. in comparison to imaginary touches, it was fuckin electrifying. 

harry bites his lip at your reaction, not quite expecting so much from just a twist of your nipples. he tugs on them, his fingers eventually sliding off.

one of harry’s hands lands on the side of your neck, the other on your jaw, his thumb pressing under your chin until you’re looking up at him.

“been neglecting you haven’t i ?” he coos, his thumb stroking your throat, before his hands slide down your body, landing on your hips to unbuckle the toy. harry notices the string of your arousal that connects to the strap as he pulls it away, biting his lip, seeing just how wet tonight’s adventures have gotten you.

as he gets up closer to you, no more rigid toy in the way, lips slotting with yours, harry’s cock slides effortlessly through your slit. both of you moaning loudly, finally letting yourselves have attention where you craved it most.

“you’re so fucking wet, poppet,” he mumbles against your lips, his hand wrapped around your throat, right under your jaw, keeping a loose grip. “love when i suck your cock dont you ?” he asks quietly, lips ghosting over yours.

you were so fucking gone for him. your brain was literal green jello. you dont think you could have answered him even if you tried. but the words still got to you, shooting straight down to your cunt. 

as your head grew heavy, it dropped to harry’s chest, his hold on your neck tightening significantly at this angle. everything starts going fuzzy, your hands resting limply against harry’s toned stomach. 

you trust harry entirely, you know that he knows what he’s doing. it lets you fall into the complete blissfulness of it all. wholeheartedly knowing that you’re okay, he’s got you.

just as you start to feel everything go dark, harry’s other hand grips harshly into your hair, pulling your head up. you quickly gasp for air, your entire body prickling.

as your eyes flutter open, harry’s watching you attentively. he notices how glassy your eyes have become, how slow and laboured your breaths have become. you’re slipping for him. and although this isn’t the first time, it’s not something that happens all that often. he supposes that extra bowl of weed might be partly to blame.

he knows that you like it rough, but that you also need him to be kind. he could use your body, you enjoyed the physicality of it. but you needed him to speak sweetly to you. needed to feel safe and loved.

“lets lay you down, poppet,” harry hums, helping you get down on your back against the mattress. “don’t want you passing out on me, yeah ?” he coos softly. 

“tell me sweet girl,” he murmurs, hands roaming over your stomach, hips and thighs, avoiding any area you wanted to feel him most. “do you remember your colours ?” he always checked in with you, but he needed to know how far you had slipped before moving on. 

one time, you were so far gone, you couldn’t give him colours. that worried him a bit. but harry can read you, knows you inside and out better than anyone. he handled it perfectly, continuing on with things he knew you enjoyed most. always stopping long before he normally would when you have access to colours.

he watches you nod, mumbling out breathily, “green, yellow, red.”

“s’my good girl,” he coos, leaning over to kiss you, “always my good girl aren’t you ?”

you nod, humming, a small smile creeping over your lips, darting forward to press your lips to his again, and again. 

harry hums quietly against your lips, smiling softly, “lay back, poppet. m’gonna make you feel really good. deserve it dont you ?”

you relax fully into the mattress, your brain a little too far gone to properly answer him, feeling harry’s hands roaming over your stomach, fingertips lightly fluttering over the swell of your breast, a shiver running through your body. he then digs his nails into your ribs, scratching roughly down your sides to your hips.

you groan loudly, your entire body rolling, hips lifted off the bed, searching for any sort of touch. your pussy was throbbing, begging for the much needed attention it’s been deprived of so far this evening.

“pretty girl wants me touch her, hmm ?” harry asks, hands settling on your inner thighs, spreading your legs wide open for him.

and christ, you were so wet. your heat was leaking down your bum, clenching over nothing, clit puffy, just screaming to be touched.

“gotta make up for the neglect dont i ?” harry hums, fingertip dragging through your folds, collecting your arousal, swirling it around. “how about we see how many times you can cum for me ? how does that sound, poppet ?”

you whimper, nodding, trying to press yourself more into his teasing touch, “green harry, s’green.”

“so fuckin wet, bet i dont need to even prep you. look so ready for my cock. love that. love how fuckin ready you are. always ready to take me,” he taps his cock against your sopping cunt, watching the string of arousal connecting you both, every time he pulls away.

without so much as a second word, harry aims himself directly with your entrance, rolling his hips, his cock gliding effortlessly inside you, bottoming out instantly.

you moan loudly, your legs trying to close around his hips, your body trembling as your brain tries to catch up with the quick intrusion. 

“fuck pet, you were made for me,” harry groans, head tipping back, as he grinds into you, his prick rubbing over all the best, deepest spots inside you. spots you didn’t know existed until harry stepped into your life. 

a string of whimpery moans keep leaving your lips, unable to hold anything back. not that harry would let you anyway. your hips start bucking on their own accord, chasing more friction.

“want more dont you, sweet girl ?” he hums, working up a proper rhythm, the tip of his cock colliding over and over with the special spot inside you. as his fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing quickly up and down from the top of your entrance to your clit, your head rolls back, nails digging into any bit of harry’s skin you can reach.

“gonna cum already aren’t you ?” he moans, feeling your centre start to clench harder and harder around him. “c’mon poppet, first one yeah ? show me what your cunt can do for me.”

you couldn’t stop it even if you tried. your orgasm crashed over you so fast, harry’s words of encouragement, the incredible fog of weed, the buzz of subspace, the rough rubbing of your clit, the pulsing of your pussy over his cock. it was everything. he was everything.

he doesn’t stop. fucks you right through your orgasm, keeping the steady pace, his thumb working just the same over your clit. his other hand reaches up to grope over your breast, fingers working over your nipple.

your body was on overdrive. you never had the opportunity to come down from your high, the next orgasm rolling on, harry talking you through it again, “fuck, yeah, that’s it love, give it to me.”

this time though, he watches as your cunt gushes squirt after squirt, with each clench of your heat. “christ, again, poppet, want you fuckin empty. soak me, baby.”

he works harder, his thrusts deeper, his thumb flicking faster, another orgasm crashing over you before you even finished the last, another explosion of juices leaving your pussy.

“yes, yes, yes,” harry groans, “c’mon, keep going. know you can sweet girl. show me how much squirt you have in there.”

you were floating. swear to god you were fucking floating. your skin was so hot, so prickly, your lungs were gasping for any bit of breath, your centre quivering. but you couldn’t stop. didn’t want to stop. wanted to be harry’s good girl. wanted to show him what you could do for him. 

harry works you through multiple more orgasms, your brain much too foggy to even begin grasping how many you’ve had, squirting through each of them, until you had almost nothing left.

“last one pet, yeah ?” harry hums. “cunt’s pretty empty, gonna cum with me this time ? one more, be my good girl.”

you whimper loudly, his words reaching your consciousness, as his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly.

your body wracks itself through another orgasm, everything going momentarily black.

once you come to, harry’s pulled out of you, he’s laying next to you, trailing kisses over your neck, fingertips soothingly rubbing your stomach, listening to his sweet whispers as he goes, “perfect girl. perfect for me yeah ? always so fuckin perfect.”

……

Masterlist

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

the cockles masterlist, part 6

now split in SIX parts for link limit reasons

WARNING: this post glitches and crashes on mobile. it’s recommended you view this on your desktop, or at least on your mobile browser rather than the app. if my desktop theme is hard on your eyes, try an extension such as Just Read or Reader View to customize the layout and colors.

if you’re still having trouble viewing, or if you don’t want to have to switch between the five posts, here’s all of the links compiled into a google doc.

welcome to the cockles masterpost, a labor of love/insomniac hyperfixation.

i recently wrote this cockles manifesto, but after it got a lot of notes and i kept adding more links to it, i decided i should just go through my 8 years of archives and compile all the cockles posts in a much more accessible and navigable way. after everything with the series finale and destielgate, i figured we could use some happiness, and it turns out there are a lot of people who’ve never heard the cockles gospel.

important disclaimer: yes, i do think that jensen and misha have a private romantic/sexual relationship, but no i do not, in any way, think that they have ever cheated on their wives. we think they are polyamorous, which is a real and valid thing, and misha is openly poly. some people love more than one person, and that’s okay. their families are close and we love and support all of them.

second important disclaimer: despite the amount of innuendo below, this is not about fantasizing about two hot guys fucking. cockles is about the joy of witnessing two people who love each other and make each other happy and are disgustingly cute together. we’re not fetishizing, we’re just appreciating what they publicly share with us.

third important disclaimer: because some of y��all don’t know, the cardinal rule of cockles is that we don’t talk to cockles about cockles. DO NOT leave any comments on their social media accounts implying anything. not even green and blue hearts. they know that we know, but it’s on us not to make it weird. if we’re too obvious and say too much, they might start sharing less. don’t say anything.

for the sake of my sanity, these are in no particular order.

last updated: 3/8/23

🐚 denotes new content

part 1 (That’s Suspicious, mishananigans)

part 2 (#pray4jensen, gag reel hijinks, some posts i’ve written about cockles and rps)

part 3 (know your cockles history, the intimacy)

part 4 (the glory of jibcon)

part 5 (just for cute)

the glory of jibcon continued:

jib11 opening ceremony whispers and giggles

jensen turning his back as misha walks up to hug him | more gifs | video

"just swallow it" "he's always giving that advice" | video

"[danneel] does refer to misha as her boyfriend. which is funny, because so do i." | more gifs | video | fan discussion of this moment

misha sitting on the floor to watch jensen sing, jensen getting shy

jensen serenading misha with "angeles" | video angle 1 | video angle 2 | video of jensen looking at misha, getting flustered, and stopping suddenly | more gifs | photo | misha sitting on the floor watching | another misha photo | the significance of ‘angeles’

"i think you look nice and dapper" ... "then [jensen] went in for a kiss and i was like, whoa!" "hey, when in rome!"

the destiel song they improvised together | video | gifs minus lyrics

big dad angry machine

"i've been haunted by those bear underwear for some time"

jensen "woo!"ing when misha mentions gotham knights

jensen's face going soft when he looks from jared to misha | video

after misha says a unicorn toy is vibrating "for her pleasure", jensen pretends to sit on it | gif

misha moves his chair further away, jensen scoots his closer | video | “what are we doing? am i coming over?”

jensen spinning the wheel then staring at misha for ten seconds straight | video | photos

jensen tells everyone to stop cheering for misha to sing after misha makes it clear he doesn't want to | gifs + bonus “there goes jared with his job security” 👀

jensen winking at misha

jensen saying he's going to plan a big birthday party for misha's 50th, which is more than a year away | video

"you're my canary" | video

whispers and laughing (feat. misha's missing tooth) | photos

"i love those dishes" "you love those bitches??"

misha hyping jensen's new album | video

"my caretaker tells me i had a very nice birthday."

jensen staring at misha’s ass when he bends over

"this is our song"

roasting jared for bragging sam is tougher than dean | gifs

jensen staring at misha before making a birthday wish

riffing on “the european version of spn”: one, two, three, four

chatting about taking their families to amusement parks, jensen refers to misha as ‘daddy’

jensen’s nickname kink in full swing at jib11

12 years of jibcon secrets

head-leaning selfie with briana buckmaster | edit

2023 jibcon11 tag



just for cute (continued):

adorable photo ops: 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92   93 94

2012 spn wrap party photo

300th episode red carpet flirting

"misha decided jensen was the gift" photo op

hand measuring photo op

[lightofraye]

A Little Perspective

This may be lengthy and detailed and potentially triggering for some. I will be covering a number of possible points of view about things covering why Jensen hasn't left--and may never. (A prospective I'm not thrilled about, to be honest.)

So. Let's begin.

1) Abuse: This is double issue for Jensen. Potentially a triple. How do I mean? For instance, Jensen himself admitted his father beat him with a belt--and from the sound of it, a lot, while he was growing up, as Jensen knew thinner belts hurt more. Worse, his father said he did it "out of love", so there's that bad, unpleasant association right out the bat.

Plus, his mother... this is only speculation, an assumption. She either looked the other way and accepted the abuse, or she was a participant of the abuse and thought it was normal/acceptable. That too may color Jensen's perspective and not a good way either.

Then Jensen became a model... and the modeling industry is/was rife on abuse. A lot of stories come out later where those who quit the industry or endured it suffered a great deal of sexual harassment, sexual assault, sexual abuse.... A "pretty boy" like Jensen likely would've suffered as well. I don't believe he's ever shared stories and he likely may never.

(Hi, toxic perception of men as victims again.)

I can't even begin about the sexual abuse that is rampant in Hollywood itself. Yes, women were largely targets, but as we've heard the last few years,... so have been men.

Hell, Jensen was sexually assaulted by Misha! It was used in a fucking gag reel! It's not funny! Jensen even said if he had known they were going to put it in the gag reel, he would've asked them not to. That to me speaks volumes.

There are brief stories out there. A PA witnessed Danneel slapping Jensen when she thought Jensen was flirting with the PA. (He wasn't; he's just that sweet.) There's another story of some restaurant goer who saw how harsh Danneel was bullying Jensen outside the restaurant.

He's... diminished. His baseline for normal is not the baseline for normal for non-abused people. His self-esteem, confidence, and ability to stand up for himself is heavily damaged. He doesn't know how to stand up for himself. Every time he has, he's been smacked down.

Yes, he can stand up for others time to time, but there are instances when he didn't and gave up in face of authority. (Mark Sheppard being demoted to guest star and losing pay and choosing to quit instead... only had Jared standing up for him in the end. Misha caved instantly and Jensen gave up as well.)

So what then does it mean for him and Danneel? Did she become abusive off the bat? No. That's not how abusers work. There were likely instances where she slipped and he mentally made excuses, ignored the red flags because that's how it tends to happen. Hindsight is ever perfect. Being in the heat of it, we tend to try and excuse, defend, or otherwise rewrite it in our minds. We don't want to think of it as normal.

Then once they were married, Danneel began to let that completely slip and fall, and he was "trapped". The cycle continues. By now he thinks of it as normal, acceptable, maybe impossible to escape. He has likely been told no one would want him. He's "middle-aged", damaged goods. This has also been told to female victims and it's hard to break that mindset too. It's hard to find strength to completely break free when you've been fed insidious lies since childhood.

It's a trap. A difficult trap to break. Can it happen? Yes. But it's very, very hard.

2. Blackmail: This one can fall under two very different categories. One, the abuse one. Where the children (I've mentioned this before) are being used as hostages to guarantee Jensen's continued marriage to Danneel. As in, "If you divorce me, I'll make sure you never see the kids again!" It's a common threat, to boot.

Despite what some people have said, I believe Jensen loves his children. Yes, "especially" JJ, but I believe he loves all three. He may not be home a lot to see them, but he loves them. He would like to keep that access to them. It may be he believes Danneel's threat, and I'm sure there's some who believe it'd be "easy" for a woman to make such a threat and keep it.

Here's a hint, folks. The truth to that lie. If a father asks for full custody of the children in a divorce, they usually get that request granted, no matter what. But most of them don't ask for that, and so, the parent that does ask gets it granted. So... if a husband and wife vie against each other and both ask, guess who wins? The father.

Most fathers don't think to ask because of the perception of mothers always win. Mothers are the ones who should be responsible for children. And so forth.

Regardless... Jensen likely might believe that threat and feels some access is better than none.

Then the other kind of blackmail. Note: I do not believe nearly all that I'm about to write. This is purely speculative and a number of possible blackmail that Danneel might have over him.

There's the J2 tinhat rumors. I could see why those rumors lasted as long as they have. I've seen the stories, the posts, photos, watched them in conventions. It's entirely possible that Jared and Jensen did have some romantic/sexual relationship for a time. Maybe even after they got married to Genevieve and Danneel, it might have continued.

It could be Genevieve just accepted it and when it ended (as there was a gradual separation even before the whole The Winchesters/Prequelgate debacle), Jared and Gen were okay. Danneel... however... might not have been as okay with it as she indicated. Her posts over the years, where she tried to make it seem she and Jensen were together when fan photos and such came out at the same time of Jensen and Jared together, might've been wildly embarrassed by it all. She might not have been as okay with it as Genevieve was and just collected evidence to hold over Jensen's head.

After all, sadly, Hollywood still isn't as accepting of LGBTQ as we'd like. When actors come out, their careers usually don't continue, out of the weird perception that gay men can't act straight. (When I hear that, I look at Matt Bomer and go "Are you sure?!" I believed Bomer was a charming straight man even after he came out--his character on White Collar was awesome!)

So there's that possibility.

Then there's the orgies rumor we've heard about in the past. Or rather that one tweet that led to a threat of a lawsuit--which sadly made it valid and legitimate. Danneel really didn't know how to let a rumor die. It might make her look weird and bad too, but her career has been nonexistent for a long time and her reputation has already been destroyed by her own actions. It wouldn't hurt her nearly as much as it might hurt Jensen.

Then there's other possible vices. Alcoholism seems to be the more... "acceptable" of vices. As is smoking. If an actor is an alcoholic, they just go to rehab, get help, and be fine. But for someone who is self-conscious about their image, it might be more difficult to accept. Being seen drunk time to time is not the same as being an alcoholic, after all.

The same goes for drugs. Not that rumor has been very well-known, but it can exist.

Then there's the blackmail of affairs. In Hollywood, affairs and flings are considered a part of the life. They happen. Couples that are apart for a while time to time may dabble in affairs and flings. Even with co-stars. This happens too. More than most would like. (The more infamous one would be Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie on the set of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Others have happened too. It's just common and accepted. Anyone saying otherwise is just wrong.)

Again, image-conscious and wanting to push the solid love marriage, this could be damaging. Even if Danneel hadn't really made it much of a secret that she's been having an on-and-off affair with Steve... it's still different. I repeat: she has no career or reputation to destroy. Jensen does.

Even if Hollywood wouldn't give that big of a damn about it.

3. PR Marriage: Now I know this has been pushed by other antis, and even suggested to me, but I find myself... hesitating on it. If it was in fact a PR marriage, why would he tolerate the abuse at all? Surely there'd be something in the contract about demeaning him and belittling him? It doesn't fit.

And there should have been protection over mistreatment or not fulfilling parts of it. I don't know... it doesn't quite fit. Not for me.

--

This was a long, long essay. I knew it would be, and it was still hard to write parts of it.

I want to end it with another point.

Female on male violence is often portrayed as a joke. Wedding Crashers had a female on male rape and it was a joke, a comedy bit. The one time I remember seeing such a scenario used on Law and Order: SVU, the male victim wasn't believed because he was a man and should have been able to overpower the woman.

Like it's expected of men to be able to just beat the shit out of their abusive partners... as though no one realized that if come upon by the police, any bruises on her would be taken more seriously than over him! Even if he had bruises too! Unless there's video evidence of physical abuse on him, anything else is considered... a joke. Impossible.

What's sad is that this too is an aspect of misogyny. Men are expected to be able to overpower women, so when a man is "taking" abuse and not fighting back, it's another part of misogyny. Because he's "lesser" than a woman, and that's shameful.

We have a lot of growing to do as a society. We need to realize that just because one person is making the money does not mean they hold all the power. We've only begun to see the problems of abuse, and all the areas it covers.

There's physical abuse, the one most commonly known. Then sexual, the second commonly known. The lesser recognized are financial (unless a person is a senior citizen, then it's considered a legitimate crime), and mental and emotional being the least known or recognized (only considered legitimate if done on a child and with proof).

Until we end the toxic expectations of men, and yes, women, and realize anyone can be a victim, and that we all, as a whole, deserve respect... we have a long way to go.

Just remember: It begins with you. It begins with us.

[mydetheturk]

96. "Is that… is that my bra?” stryfewood :3c

Meryl walks in on Wolfwood surrounded by their laundry. It's hanging on every available surface, except for the chair Wolfwood is sitting in and the wash basin Wolfwood is forearm deep in. His shirtsleeves are rolled up past his elbows, held in place by his sleeve garters so they get less wet.

She has to stare for a moment because while yes this is a fairly common sight, this is a lot more laundry than she’s used to seeing him do in one shot.

“Nick?” Meryl says. “Is everything alright?” She’s got no idea, really.

“Yep.” He carefully rolls a bar of soap against something along the washboard and dunks the fabric back down in the water. “Needed doing.”

“Alright…” Wolfwood’s clearly deep in thought, mentally clocked out and going more through the motions than actually thinking about what he’s doing. This is either a good day or a bad day and Meryl is no longer sure which.

Meryl squints, recognizing the fabric Wolfwood pulls out of the water.

“Wait a goddamn second, is that my bra?”

Wolfwood pauses, only now actually looking at what he’s holding. “Looks like, yeah,” he says. He grins, holding Meryl’s bra up like it’s nothing. “It’s cute. I like the polka dots.”

It’s one of her more practical bras, one that Wolfwood’s pulled off of her on several memorable occasions. Meryl unfortunately agrees with Wolfwood in that it’s cute – the bra itself is white with little pink heart shaped polka dots. A girlfriend back in college had gotten it for her as a gag gift one year without Meryl even realizing she’d managed to get Meryl’s measurements – and without a measuring tape. It’d been impressive then, and it’s still a little impressive now, a few years after the fact.

Meryl doesn’t wear it too often, not wanting to wear it out. It usually lives in her spare clothes box in the back of the jeep. Why Wolfwood was digging through there is anyone’s guess, really.

“So. Laundry day?” Meryl asks.

“Yep.” Wolfwood dunks the bra in the rinse bucket beside him and carefully wrings it out. “Realized a lot of stuff had stains. So I got started. Almost done, really.”

It sure looks like he’s almost done. Meryl’s pretty sure the only things he hasn’t washed are the clothes they’re currently wearing.

Wolfwood hangs the bra on the wire that’s strung between the bed frame and the table.

“Alright, pretty boy,” Meryl says. “Strip.”

Wolfwood jumps a little, blinking his grey-brown eyes in confusion.

Meryl strips off her shirt and tosses it in his face. “C’mon, what’s left? What we’re wearing?”

Wolfwood pulls Meryl’s shirt off his face and grins. “Oh I’ll get you,” he teases. He drops Meryl’s shirt in the laundry bucket and grabs her with his other hand, reeling her in.

Meryl goes easily, laughing bright and loud.

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 108

Whoa ... tough names. Well done, Matt. Oh ... a PowerPoint Presentation? Hmmmm ... actully this looks quite professional ... ah ... yes ... guess I spoke too soon ... yeah, Sam, I don't think you REALLY thought this one through ... okay, the tattoot thing was kinda cool ... Matt: "This is a PIRATE book, Sam. Could you try and do it as a pirate?" Sam: "I am, Matthew. Because capitalists are the modern pirates." Oh ... I see. Okay ... yeah ...

"We get wet." Um ... okay, Marisha?

What's this? A GAG REEL? O.O Oh, this is kinda fun ... XD Just wish it was bigger ...

Shit, yeah ... that last episode got TRIPPY at the end ... where's THAT gonna play out here?

Unconscious prisoners? Oh ... yeah, we forgot about that shit ... now what?

Laura rolls ASS right at the start ... Laura: "I have 4 hit points!" Taliesin: "Stop hitting yourself!" XD

Double-team? Braius, they're really not thinking about THAT kind of party right now ...

The guardians? CRAP!!! Not good, not good ...

Mass Cure Wounds? Thank you, Dorian ...

Hunter's Bane? Hmmmm ... IS something going on? Oh, wait ... oh, is that IRA? Yeah, that wouldn't surprise me ... yeah, I was NOT surprised by that AT ALL ...

A mental Deception Check? Against the NIGHTMARE KING?!!! Oh, this'll have to be HIGH ...

Kashador? Hmmm ...

Wait ... Chetney can BANE?!!! Nice ... O.O

Modify Memory? Okay, then ... oh yeah, that's right, fae are naturally resistant to this stuff ...

Yeah, so ... THAT hasn't gone all that well ...

Psychic Lance? REALLY?!!! O.O At SEVENTH FUCKING LEVEL ... oh man, this is gonna be NASTY ... oh my fucking GODS ... Travis: "On this fucking guard?!" Laura: "Well that's all I have!" 34 points of Psychic damage? Oof ... shit ... oh no is he DEAD?!!! I am NOT surprised that happened the way this was going ...

It didn't work ... no shit ... this is about to go VERY BAD ...

Nice takedown, Fearne ... now here comes Ashton to potentially MASSIVELY overdo subduing him ... 44 points of damage on the FIRST attack? Fucking hell ... oh, so now he's RESIGNED to killing him ... okay, then, just PUREE this poor bastard ... 24 points this time ... so ... is he just knocked cold, or is he, like, PROPER DEAD?

Well that's it, then ... Dorian's just putting the Emissary under a sleeper hold then ... meanwhile Orym delivers the ultimate knockout hit with the Sending Stone? OOF ...

What, take everything back to Nana Mori's? You sure about that?

Gloamglut? Hmmmm ... is that old dragon lurking or just GONE? Which is more of a problem right now?

Imogen Messages Nana ... is it 11 or 12? Hmmmm ...

An hour? That sounds ... complicated ... a lot can happen in an hour ... but at least they got time for a Short Rest while they're at it ...

Orym Flea-jumps to the roof to keep an eye on the surrounds ... yeah ... still no sign of the dragon ...

Crap ... and Zathuda is now coming to ... great ... oh yeah, 25 EASILY knocks him out again. Nicely done, Braius ...

Spirit of Death? Interesting ... oh gods ... Laudna summons Bor'dor ... O.O ... she has him HAUNT Zathuda in the capacity of a BABYSITTER ... wow ...

Ashton (to Laudna): "You finally managed to creep me out."

Braius' convoluted plan to fool the Emissary ... yeah ... bizarrely, that might actually WORK ...

Dorian makes the already concoluted plan even MORE convoluted ... and possibly a bit GAY too ... XD

Continuous attempts at Bane ... oh, but FINALLY the Emissary FAILS his save ... YAY!!! About damn time ...

Phantasmal Force? Oh yeah, that could work ... but it IS pretty risky ...

What ... Laudna should just ASSUME the identity of the Emissary for the rest of her life? That is, like, a SUPREMELY DUMB idea, Braius ...

Oh okay ... so now they're putting their wildly overblown concoluted plan into action? This should be entertaining ...

Meanwhile Fearne is now STEALING ALL THE EMISSARY'S SHIT ... I mean OF COURSE she is ...

Fuck ... here we go, then ... O.O ... wow, and that wasover SO FAST ... almost an anticlimax ... XD ... you magnificent idiots ...

Born theatre kid Dorian offers his underwhelmed critique ... LOL

Take 2? Hmmmm ... best to get their shit WORKED OUT this time, people ... Ashton's being the forecful director of the scene ... cue MASSIVE overacting ... wow, that was such a mess ...

Final take? Dear gods help us ...

Balls ... Zathuda ESCAPED while they were working out their scene? Oh, that is SO BAD right now ... O.O Good thing he's Haunted, at least ...

Imogen is now GIVING CHASE ... this is getting SO COMPLICATED ...

Initiative? Crap ...

Chetney rushes outside and just CHUCKS HIS CHISEL AT HIM ... holy fuck, THAT HIT HIM?!!! Unbelievable ... 15 points of Piercing damage ... and he's DOWN again? Bloody hell ... that was a VERY SHORT bit of combat ...

FUCK!!! GLOAMGLUT'S BACK!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Gloamglut takes a swipe at Imogen ... and misses ... so it grabs Zathuda and prepares to flee ...

Braius makes it to the outside entrance ... oh, Misty Step? Nice, do that ... Channel Divinity ... Nature's Wrath? Oh nice ... yeah, DEFINITELY do THAT ... grab that dragon! Oh no ... what mad shit is Riegel planning now? Oh VERY WELL DONE, you muppet ... you just outthought yourself ...

Orym runs under Braius' legs and attacks Zathuda head-on while he's still out ... first is a miss, but second hits ... a Pushing attack? Hmmmm ... nope, not with that massive Dragon strength ... meanwhile Zathuda is now making Death Saves ... oh shit, so he's just DEAD?!!! Wow ...

Crap ... Gloamglut is now SERIOUSLY angry ...

Ashton is in ATROCIOUS shape right now so he's gonna be USELESS for three rounds ... lovely ...

Imogen tries to mount the saddle again ... okay, then ... O.O ... Animal Handling? Ballsy ... oh, with a Psychic Connection? Interesting ... rolling a 19 or 20 will do it, otherwise it's a bust... 6? Holy fuck, Laura Bailey ... so she just tries to REASON with the dragon, ALSO telepathically ...

Dorian sprints outside ... and he's just SHOCKED by what's tranpiring ... yup ...

Laudna blasts it with a Ray of Frost from INSIDE THE BUILDING?!!! Wow ... thank fuck for Spell Sniper ... still a miss, though ... balls ...

Fearne joins the others outside ... oh yeah, this is just a TOTAL MESS, she's not gonna be too impressed with this ... oh, she's trying the family card on Gloamglut? an even BALLSIER plan ... O.O ... roll INSANELY well please, Ashley ... wow, Laura's reaction to that roll CRACKS ME UP ... XD ... 31? HOLY FUCK ... wow ... IS THIS gonna work? Please fuck let this shit work ...

Chetney holds Inflict Wounds to wait and see how this plays out ... O.O

Wait ... is Gloamglut CRYING?!!! Awwwwwwwwwww ...

Braius prepares Ensnaring Strike for JUST IN CASE ...

Orym joins the rest to hold his attack ...

Ashton uses the hammer to restrain the two unconscious fae ... and waits ...

Imogen's hoping tyhis is gonna work ... while using Mage Hands to stroke the dragon in a calming manner along with Fearne's soothing ... wow ... smart ...

Dorian back off back inside as discreetly as he can ... yeah ... "You're doing great. You're so strong ..." For Inspiration ...

Laudna Messages Nana Morri to inform her of the situation unfolding ... and holds her action, ALSO just in case ...

So IS THIS working? Fearne continues doing what she's doing ... then very carefully tries to MOUNT the dragon ... 27? Oh nice ... it lets her get up into the saddle behind Imogen ...

Oh ... now it REALLY wants to eat Chetney ... O.O ... is she going to have to establish dominance right now? And now it's clutching Braius ... wow ... and now Orym too? AND Chetney? Wow ... this is suddenly REALLY complicated ...

IS the dragon under control, Imogen? REALLY?!!!

And now they're flying ... oh boy ... this is all kinds of fucked again ... O.O

Oh, here comes Nana ... time to go, then ... the ones left on the ground are gathering, then ...

Yeah, this could just all kick off again in the air with Nana ... oh thank fuck for Imogen being a horse girl ...

Okay, back to Ligament Manor, then ... phew ... that worked out surprisingly well in the air ... oh, time for a break? Okay then ...

So right now Nana's basically like a nightmare fuel version of Bird Howl? Lovely ... O.O

Yeah, I think Zathuda's probably proper dead by now, guys ...

All right, we're back at Ligament Manor ... yeah, that's NOT topiary ... everybody coming to a landing in turn on the roof garden ... okay ... how's THIS gonna go, then?

Oh, so Gloamglut's all chill now? Okay ... that's gotta be a good sign, right?

Crap ... is Nana thinking about EATING the fae right now?

Laudna attempts to explain the situation to Nana ... in a really convoluted way ... I'm not sure if she REALLY gets the gyst of that ...

Wait ... she's TRAPPING Gloamglut? Hey, not cool ... Fearne just got it ... but yeah, she's got a point, she does owe it a little mistreatment right now ...

What about Zathuda? "Put him through the Loom?" Why does that sound really bad? O.O

So they really are doing this ... okay ... this is going to be interesting, then ...

So ... The Loom. Oh boy ... why is this making me think about that rack in Apostle? It looks REALLY horrible already ...

Oh fuck me ... it's FLAYING HIM?!!! Layer by layer? Holy fuck ... this is DEEPLY unsettling ... she's literally turning him into a flesh tapestry ... O.O ... yup, like I thought, pure nightmare fuel ... he is now a piece of SERIOUSLY macabre art ...

Nana: "It's good to have hobbies, isn't that right?" Sweet fuck that is awful ...

So they can question him now? Okay then ...

Primal Savagery? Go off, Fearne ... O.O

Whoa ... bleak shit to lay on a guy, Ashton ...

Matt describes the subtle horrors on display. Travis: "You okay, Matt?" Very true, very true ... we're ALL a little concerned about the DM right now ...

This ia all turning into a weird opportunity for Fearne to finally connect with Zathuda as her father ... it's all deeply weird ... I'm really not sure what to make of this right now ...

The key to the Ruidusborn? Oh, that's useful information ... spill, creepy living tapestry man ... O.O

He wants Fearne to be his last revenge on Ludinus ... well yeah, he's probably gonna get his wish eventually ... XD

Zathuda: "Now I'm furniture ..." Yeah ... he is that ...

Crap ... does this mean he can't offer up any real information about the new fortress at the Maleus Key? Balls ...

Yeah, let Fearne keep the dragon ... it's so COOL ...

A blood ritual? Oh yeah, that's the ticket ...

Yes! The skinny about the Unseelie ... good call, Imogen ... oh, so this likely hasn't really taken all that much off the board? Bugger ... the Ruidian forces are MASSIVE?!!! Great ... O.O

Ludinus' weakness? Smart, Orym ... hubris, yeah ...

Travis is HATING all of this ... well done, Matt ... you've creeped your boy out again ... XD

Whoa ... Braius, nice ... does Fearne have any siblings out there? No? Hmmmmmmmm ... I'm not convinced that's really true ...

No ... NOT THE TIME, people ... do not bring Foreigner into this ...

Birdie! Hey! Okay ... maybe not the best of timing for their arrival ...

Oh, Nana can make it go invisible? Yeah, probably for the best ... O.O

Yeah, Laudna and Nana bonding over twistd artistry is ENTIRELY to be expected ... XD

Fearne and Ashton continue to be adorable ... :3 Meanwhile Sorian and Imogen are DEEPLY unsettled by what they've just witnessed ...

Oh gods ... the porno ... don't invoke the porno again, guys ...

Nana Morri's fucking with the fae's heads ... yeah ... that's some more creepy disturbing unpleasantness ... aaaaah ... the cracking knuckles ... and OTHER joints ... yeesh ...

Nana: "If at first you don't succeed ..." Laudna: "Wait! I know this one! Shut the fuck up!" Nana: "Push until they stop moving." Ye gods ...

Fuck ... this poor bastard is just being TORTURED right now ...

Oh my gods ... HOW are you all rolling SO FUYCKING BAD right now? This is SO FUCKED ... NOW what are we gonna do?

O.O ... fucking hell ... THAT'S how they make the topiary things? That's just SO FUCKED UP ...

So we just have to rely on what the guard reveals to make this work? Oh boy ... I don't have a huge amount of faith in this plan ...

And so it's all down to Dorian, then ... okay ... Matthew, you BASTARD, that wasn't funny ... XD ...

Kamal? Awwww ... poor kid's really being used right now ... so here we go, then ... let's see if this finally fucking takes ... Bane! And more Bane! AND Silvery Barbs! SOMEHOW it finally fucking takes ... oh my FUCKING GODS ...

Awwww ... sweet Coriolus, MVP of the episode ... :3

"MISSION COMPLETE!!!" Yeah!

Wow, that's one QUICK maid service ... XD

Right ... what's the next step then?

Laudna: "He looked at me and said 'Spooky lady wants to talk to you'." Hmmmm ... maybe talking to the Matron could be the right call right now?

You're definitely selling yourself short there, Imogen. You really are something special ... you're some proper Seventh Son of a Seventh Son level of special ...

What, Nana might have an IN with the Matron? Interesting ...

So sleep, then back to Vesselheim, and then ... whatever's next? Or deal with Gloamglut first? Well, sleep on it first ...

Awwwwww ... Dorym sweetness ... just what we need right now ... :3

There's HOT SPRINGS?!!! Really?

Oooooooooh ... Ashton! You little shit! I love it! XD

Fearne's spending the night out with Gloamglut, then ... awwwwww ... :3

More Pate bizarreness ... XD

Oh, okay ... Braius and Asmodeus? How's this gonna go? HOLY SHIT he's getting an answer! O.O Is that Matt Mercer doing an impression of Brennan Lee Lulligan?

A vision of hell ... and the god of lies himself ... wow ... that'ssome crazy shit ...

Fuck me ... is Braius propositioning Nana Morri? O.O Holy fuck and she's INTO IT TOO ... oh my gods is that ACTUALLY HAPPENING?!!!

Chetney came SO CLOSE to being trapped in his fancy demonic armour forever there ...

Bompers! Hi! So cute and so unsettling in equal measure!

Fearne starts bonding with Gloamglut ... gods, they're so sweet together ... :3 Awww ... and it's accepting of Ashton too ... nice ... and they drift off into a nice, peaceful sleep ...

Yeah, that's EXACTLY where I expected Matt to call it a night this time. Good place for it, really ...

[theemporium]

ok so i started this ask earlier this morning and am just now getting aroundn to finish it so apologies if it's all over the place

vegas has been a lestappen weekend and I am thinking THOTs like honestly so much happened this race weekend and i am reeling

1. no1 vegas hater max verstappen saying that he's excited to go back i love him 😭😭😭 i'm so glad he had fun lmaoo. like i can just imagine him in the hotel with charles and reader the night before the race all huffy and upset because this whole weekend is a farce and he is NOT going to have a good time. and charles is just like "it's gonna be fine mon amour, i think at this point you're just determined to have a bad weekend and spoiling it all for yourself" and maybe yeah he is but in max's opinion that is NOT the point. anyways after the thrill of Racing™️ he's like "hmm okay yeah u weren't wrong, i had a good time" and charles is jsut liek "SAY IT WAS YOUR WHOLE CHEST PLZ !!!! I WAS RIGHT !!!!"

2. obsessed with carlos being all kinds of protective big brother vibes to werewolf!reader. like he sees max and charles crowding her and is just like 🤨🤨 "alright alright we get it, you love her, but let her work pls. if you keep crowding her i'm gonna call this sabotage" but he's also the one who goes "i pretend i do not see it" when he catches max trying to wiggle his way into the ferarri turf

3. there are mould your own dildo kits called clone a willy (don't ask me how i know) but i can see max getting one as like a gag gift or something and he's just like haha ok whatev. but the days go on and really the more he thinks about it the more appealing it is to have a custom dildo bc then he can fuck his two loves with his cock at the same time. and also he needs to know what his dick feels like, you know for scientific purposes. so anyways he gets charles and reader to help him and it is SO messy, positioning is important, and the amount of effort it takes to stay hard is ASTRONOMICAL. his dick is stuck in a tube of goo, it's not sexy. but now if someone tells him to go fuck himself he can. so he stays winning 😘😘🤩

4. i also really hope lando gots a nice long sleep after the race. like he sounded horrible on the radio. he needs a nice cuddle stat. i feel like we don't talk about werewolf lando a lot but

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GAHSJSJAKAJSJBSSKJA OH GOD

1. there’s something so funny about max suddenly changing his tune😭he was probably just happy to do some actual racing and know that the whole weekend was over after it, but it’s still hilarious. and I could see charles and reader giving him such shit over it, teasing him that the elvis race suit put him in a good mood and maybe they should keep it all year round (no, they should not. it’s a cursed wee thing. I want it gone)

2. CARLOS BEING AN OVERPROTECTIVE BROTHER PLEASE😭even the idea that she’s upset with them over something, it’s carlos who she goes to and his driver’s room that she stays in🥲but he would be so supportive of their relationship and definitely help hiding it when he can

3. I have seen the clone-a-willy sets in stores here, it’s so😭😭😭I know it’s this hot concept or whatever but it genuinely makes me cackle at the idea of these boys trying to follow the instructions. like charles is confused and max is convinced he doesn’t need instructions and it’s just such a mess. it would be so fucking funny

4. baby lando deserves all the hugs and cuddles and kisses after that crash :( but we do not talk about werewolf!lando near enough!!!

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

writing spn scenes at 5am bc I cant sleep :D

this isnt gonna b well-written...

also thanks to @brainrotarchive for pushing me to think abt how the initial reveal of all this would actually go! this was fun! and it hurt! a LOT

(set after all the current postcanon bs resolves, or in a universe where 15x20 just didn't happen)

*Sam is washing dishes in the Bunker late at night when he hears Dean quietly sobbing from the garage. Sam sighs, puts down the towel and goes to check on Dean*

*Dean is sitting on the step between the garage and the rest of the bunker, surrounded by empty beer bottles. his head is resting on his shoulder, arms wrapped around himself in a kind of hug, his shoulders are shaking as he cries*

Sam (assuming this is about Cas again): ...hey Dean. what's up?

Dean (through tears, slurred): how did it get to this, Sammy?

Sam (he wasn't expecting this response): *stepping towards his brother* what do you mean?

Dean (starting straight ahead into the unlit garage): when we die, where will we go? we've been to Heaven, we've been to Hell, Purgatory, fuck. We've fought our way out of ALL OF THEM SAMMY, WE'VE FOUGHT GOD!!! we cant even DIE now!

*Dean is getting hysterical, but Sam has sat down next to him, eyes wide, listening intently. He'd pondered this now and then, but if he's being honest he's afraid to dwell on it*

Dean (getting up and beginning to pace): we know every place we could go when we die! we know ALL of them, and we know everything about them. that's not how humans are supposed to live, Sammy, that's not how any of this is supposed to work!

*Dean pauses and almost sobs/gags as a thought strikes him*

Dean (still ranting): how do we keep going from here?! what are we supposed to do?! we used to- - we used to hunt monsters, demons, and now we've become the thing we were trying to wipe out!

*Dean is nearly screaming at this point, crying like we rarely/never see him cry*

Dean (sob-yelling): this whole thing?! this-- this defying death? cheating death!? its against the NATURAL ORDER, we were supposed to KILL things that- we were supposed to PREVENT THIS from-- WE WERE SUPPOSED TO STOP THIS, SAMMY!

Dean (fully in hysterics, breaking down): WHATS DEAD STAYS DEAD, RIGHT?! THATS WHAT DAD ALWAYS TOLD US. WELL NOW LOOK AT US?! WE DONT STAY DEAD. WE'VE DEATH AT EVERY- we've- we fought GOD Sammy, and Cas-

(Dean stops to choke on his tears a bit)

Dean(cont): Cas was an ANGEL Sammy he was a fucking- he was- that shouldnt even be- - we shouldnt --

(there's a pause as Dean almost undetectably mouths Cas' name again. Sam waits, having gone from intrigued to more than a little disturbed by his brother's behavior)

Sam (hesistant, nervously, not even sure what he's about to say): Dean, I-

Dean (back turned): we shouldve- shouldve stayed dead the first time. then-

*Dean half-stumbles out the door to get some air, seemingly out of words & tears. he is really drunk. Sam gets up and follows him.*

*Sam finds Dean outside, back to him, swaying on his feet, hugging his chest. Sam goes up behind his brother, maybe hoping to coax him to bed and finish this VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION when he's sober*

Sam (gently, quietly, still unsure of what exactly he's going to say): Dean, I think- I mean-- this. -I think we should--

*Dean whirls on Sam, a manic fire in his eyes, knife drawn, and slashes Sam across the chest, slicing his shirt open. Sam stumbles back in shock and fear*

Dean (reeling now, but seeing he appears to have missed his strike): See, Sammy?! How do you even know that would have cut you? how do you know the knife wouldn't fucking break?! we don't know ANYTHING Sammy we're nOT- WE'RE NOT-

*Dean crumples as the weight of his emotions and his violent attack all hit him at once, falling forward onto Sam's shoulder as his knees buckle and sobs wrack his whole body. Sam allows himself to fall to his knees and support his brother, rubbing Dean's back gently*

Sam (about to say something): -

*Sam suddenly gasps and coughs, red staining his lips. Dean's knife had hit after all, and with the adrenaline fading, Sam realizes that the cut is deep and well-placed. He begins to fall backwards*

*through the haze of alcohol and grief, Dean slowly realizes what's going on. suddenly alert, he grabs Sam by the shoulders and prevents him from falling backwards*

Dean: SAMMY!

Sam (eyes wide, choking on blood, realizing with horror that the prophecy of "brother killing brother" finally came true in this moment): Dean- I- i- *cough*

*cut to Sam's POV. he's looking up at Dean, whose expression goes from panicked and horrified to suddenly stone-cold serious*

Dean (voice unnervingly level): Sammy. Don't Die.

Sam (bewildered, fading fast): wh-what?

Dean (looking Sam directly in the eye, suddenly steady and sure of himself after his earlier outburst): We don't have to do this again Sammy. You don't have to. Just keep your eyes open. And Dont. Die.

*There's a long beat. the two brothers sit, half-crouched, facing each other, Dean half-holding Sam. Sam struggles to keep his eyes open, and then realizes, abruptly, that its not a struggle. Sam takes a breath, then another. Then looks down at his sliced shirt and the still-present wound that is already beginning to stop bleeding.*

*Sam looks up at Dean, breath becoming shaky, horror growing in his eyes as he finally accepts the truth*

Sam (choked, in shock): Oh god

Sam (helplessly, tears gathering at the back of his throat as he pulls closer to his brother, just now fully understanding what he was saying): what... what now, Dean?

Dean (Pulling Sam up so that his chin rests on Dean's shoulder, the two now fully hugging in the dust outside the bunker): I dunno Sammy... I dunno

*the camera pulls back to show the pitch darkness around the pair, showcasing how truly alone they are with what they've become*