#i will be thinking about this all night yay

[thesuperiorrobin]

Safe space~

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Crush!Reader

Warnings: none

Damian needed to get out of the house.

Immediately.

Somehow, everybody seemed to be pushing his buttons just right, from the way Jason would just come in unannounced and eat the food while chewing loudly, Dick trying to invade his personal space while completely yelling in his ear, and when Tim would enter a room he was in he would get this annoyed and ticked off feeling that just had him puffing and glaring at the tired man. He needed to leave the manor or else the entire building would be ashes on the ground in the next ten minutes. Bruce was nowhere to be seen and Alfred was doing his own little thing in the kitchen, probably feeding a very hungry Jason.

Damian hides himself in a black car that belonged to his father, a nice old Aston Martin DBS and as he sits in the driver's seat with his phone in his hands he can only stare at the screen, thumbs typing away.

Damian: are you awake?

His eyes glance up at the time on his phone, reading 10:37 pm. He hopes you’re awake, considering it’s a school night after all. He waits for a response, three minutes go by and his phone vibrates in his hands.

You: yeah was literally about to go to bed and rote until 3 am.

You: why? Wanna play Roblox?

You: see I told you it wasn’t so bad. Now I got you addicted 🙄🤚

Damian rolls his eyes at his screencast shaking his head as he starts to type. On your side of the screen, you can see the bubble disappear and appear, for a solid minute before he finally sends the message.

Damian: if you are not busy, I would like for you to accompany me.

You: YAY ROADTRIP😩

You: where we going?

You: also I’m like broke .38 cents isn’t really going get me anything.

Damian: Anywhere. I just need to get out of the house to take a breather and don’t worry about it, whatever you need I’ll get it for you.

You: you okay? Did something happen?

Damian: No. Just be ready when I get there.

You: okay😑

He really hates that stupid emoji.

You’re running out the door when you get the ‘I’m here’ message from him and Damian watches as you almost miss a step and trip over your own feet. You make it into his car in one piece and buckle yourself in.

Damian can see that you were getting ready to lay in bed, entering his car with your hair out of your face, all cozied up with warm black pants that had kuromis imprinted all over, and a black zip-up sweater that’s keeping you warm.

“Helloooo~” you breathe out, placing your tote bag on your lap as you glance at Damian “So where we going?”

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah….but I wanna skip the meal and go straight for the dessert!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah” you shrug “we got free will, why not use it”

This is where you were now, in the car as your choice of music plays softly, after Damian so kindly gave you the Aux after complaining about his music taste for a solid minute. Your seat is, moved back giving you room to get comfortable as you face Damian with your leg bent over the other.

You seem to be yapping away with the milkshake in hand as you wave it around slightly and he listens, eating away at his ice cream cone as he watches your every move.

Damian feels at ease, relaxing up against his seat as he glances at you—eyeing every feature on your face. From every eyelash to every acne scar to every birthmark to the smile lines that grace your face. He’s memorized them by now. You feel his eyes on you, and as you glance up to stare up at him he looks away shyly.

Clearly out of character for him.

“Is there something on my face?” you question as your arms reach out to pull down the car's visor, seeing as it had a little mirror to look at with little lights to see in the dark “Do I have whipped cream on me?”

“No… just thinking” he breathes out, eyes fixed out ahead of him.

You hum, eyes never leaving the visor as you answer back “Does that have anything to do with why you wanted to get out of the house tonight?”

He doesn’t answer instead, he takes a glance back at you. You’re staring back at him with a questionable look, visor now put back up. He takes a look at your hand, fingernails shining in the moonlight.

“Did you get your nails done?” He’s quick with the topic change, seeing as you glance down to show him but you retreat your hand back with a glare.

“Don’t change the subject!”

It takes hums a moment to answer before sighing “It was nothing serious….every little thing my brothers did irritate me”

“Ah…sibling irritation” you let out a breathy laugh “I get it, your brothers can be a handful sometimes”

At least you get him, others really wouldn’t, and his father sometimes doesn’t. It’s not like he had any siblings growing up anyway. Sometimes people would disagree with him, but you seem to agree with everything he says even if he’s wrong, which is rare, but you still do anyway.

Sooner or later the conversation seems to shift from a different topic to another different topic—and it seems like the cycle continues for hours.

He likes this.

You aren’t loud, you aren’t slurping away at your drink and your presence doesn’t seem to annoy him at all.

Yeah, he enjoys your presence more than anyone he knows.

and as he finishes the last of his ice cream he clutches his head, groaning as he hears you laugh.

“Brain freeze dumbass”

He starts to laugh too, and now the car is filled with your giggles and his breathy laughs.

Yeah…. You’re his little safe space and he’ll do anything to protect it.

Was literally supposed to post something for Valentine’s Day but I ended up getting the flu plus strep throat and an ear infection all at once so I couldn’t write it 😕.

[wol-fica]

power bottom tara carpenter x top gip reader?

an - i’ll give ya something a little short

warnings - smut, whimpering, slight degradation, tara is kind of a bully, orgasm denial

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“Mmm…fuck baby, right there.” Tara growled, pulling on your hair harshly while you drilled into her.

You were both laid on her bed, your thick cock pumping in and out between her legs while she ran her hands all over you. Your back was covered in scratches from her nails dragging down your skin, wounds littered across your spine as a reminder of what occurred moments ago.

See, Tara had been teasing you all day, little squeezes to your bicep that lasted too long, “accidentally” brushing your ass when she walked past, and mistaking your drink for her own whist giving you the biggest doe eyes as she slurped on the straw.

It had all been piling up, and you thought you would finally be able to have your way with her when you got home, but she had different plans for you. As soon as you stepped into your shared apartment, she had you pinned to the wall with a kiss that sent all your plans of control out the window.

Now you were here, whining and mumbling from overstimulation as your girlfriend forced you deeper into her with each thrust you gave. She whispered dirty things in your ear, fake pouting when you would come without permission and demanding that you keep going or there would be dire consequences.

“That’s it.” She would say, gripping your ass with a sigh as you hit that sweet spot deep inside of her, “Could almost say you’re doing something to me.”

You whimpered, feeling your next orgasm about to hit you, and gave her the best pleading look you could muster, “Tara…please…can I come?”

She cooed, wrapping her legs tight around your waist to make you stop. Her tight walls enveloped you, creating a warm and wet trap that had your eyes rolling.

“No, disobedient sluts don’t get to cum.” Tara hissed, rolling her hips up into your abdomen.

You moaned softly, wanting to thrust back and forth to chase your release, but she was unrelenting. She had one of her hands on your shoulder and the other on your ass, giving her control over your body and leverage for her to grind against you while you stayed unmoving.

“You like this, hm? Being treated like a brat?” She drawled, digging her sharp nails into your skin, “Do you like be used like my own personal sex toy?”

You whined, gasping when she clenched down on your length. Her fingers brushed through your hair, pulling slightly before pushing your lips against hers.

“Go ahead and cum, pet.” She hummed against your mouth, rocking her hips up and down, “Fill me up like you so desperately want to do.”

With an erotic cry of her name, you finally released your built up load into her, twitching your hips whilst pitifully whining into her warm neck. She shushed you softly, rubbing the tense muscles on your back to help you calm down from your high.

Even though Tara was a bit of a bully in bed, she still make sure your needs were met and that you were comfortably pushed around instead of doing something that you didn’t want to do.

“There we go, that’s it.” She purred, kissing your shoulder, “Let it all out.”

You sighed, slowly sinking onto her thinking you were done, but jumping back to your previous position when she pinched your hips sharply.

“Out.” She said, pushing you backwards, “You need to clean up the mess you made.”

She spread her legs wide, letting you get a beautiful view of her cunt. She was dripping wet, and gaping from your size. Her juices covered her inner thighs and lower abdomen, but the look on her face told you that you would be stuck between her legs all night long.

“Do you need an invitation?” Tara snarled, taking your chin and pulling your face to where she wanted it, “Get to work.”

Oh what a night you were in for.

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yay !

[ladykailitha]

Yellow Daisies Part 2

Yay! I finished another part of this story!!

This time we have apologies and graduation. Graduation is a little different because I couldn't think of a person he would want to give a person flowers for their graduation that would be his year or before as he wasn't friends with the old crowd by the time they all graduated.

But it still fits.

Part 1

~

3- Apologies: Red Roses- True Love and Purple Hyacinth- Please Forgive Me

After school when Steve hadn’t seen Nancy at lunch, he knew that he had fucked up and proper. So with a heavy sigh, he made his way to the florist.

“Hi!” he greeted Lottie Shepherd, who ran the place. “How you’ve been?”

Lottie snorted. “Between you and your father, I’m able to keep myself in business, but real good.” She winked at him.

“Aww...” Steve said with a big grin. “At least my purchases aren’t for sleeping with the wrong woman again. Flowers to lady to buy her silence and flowers to my mom so he stays out of trouble. Sadly, today I also have to buy apology flowers.”

Lottie clicked her tongue at him. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

Steve didn’t want to tell her about Nancy getting drunk off her ass and being absolutely dreadful so he said instead, “Me and Nance fought last night and because I was still mad, I didn’t pick her from school this morning because I wasn’t ready to talk to her yet. So she was late.” He grimaced.

“Ah,” she said a little more understanding. “Well, I’ll fix you right up.” She picked up a half of a dozen red roses and wrapped them in white tissue paper.

“Only half a dozen?” he asked as he paid her for them.

“You don’t need a lot to say I’m sorry,” Lottie said gently. “If she’s still upset after receiving those,” she nodded to the roses in his hand, “then come back and see me. But I don’t think you’ll need to.”

Steve trusted her so he nodded and drove over to the Wheelers’ house. He practiced his speech all the way there. He wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for. It wasn’t his fault she drank so much she didn’t remember their fight. In fact, he tried to stop it.

Then she doubled down this morning and then she hadn’t showed up at lunch...suddenly, he was apologizing.

Not that it mattered. Nancy would never get the flowers because the Upside Down reared its head in the form of monster which ate Dustin’s cat. Days later Lottie would prove right. Steve hadn’t needed more flowers for Nancy, because she chose Jonathan over him.

~

Steve pinched the bridge of nose. His friendship with Eddie was still new. They were going to be times where they butted heads, especially if the kids were involved. Steve just had blind spot when it came to their safety. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust anyone else, he just needed to be sure they got there safely.

Especially after hearing about the trials the Cali crew went through to get to Hawkins.

Eddie had just wanted to take the boys to Bloomington for a sci-fi and fantasy convention. Eddie would be driving, paying for their tickets and hotel, and being their chaperon. Which everyone was on board with.

Everyone but Steve.

Steve was absolutely against it. No. Nope. No way in hell.

So Eddie and Steve fought about it.

Hard.

The fight ended when Eddie screamed that Steve didn’t trust him and stormed off.

He looked over at Robin had been forced to bear witness to the biggest fight since Vecna. “I’m going to have to apologize, aren’t I?”

She nodded with wide eyes. “Oh yeah.”

“Fuck.”

~

Eddie glared at the front door. He knew full well who was on the other side and he wasn’t sure he was ready to talk to him yet.

He knocked again.

Eddie closed his eyes and hauled himself to his feet. He pulled open the door so fast, Steve jumped.

“You here to yell at me again?”

Steve stared at him in wide-eye shock. He held up the flowers in his hands. “No, I–I’m here to apologize.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the pretty purple flowers in his hands and then back up to Steve, who was looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.

He sighed and motioned for him to come in. Steve came in just far enough to allow Eddie to close the door behind him.

Eddie couldn’t remember a time Steve looked this nervous. Not when asking a girl out, not when playing a basketball game or swimming at a meet. So Eddie liked watching the king all wet. Whether it was sweat or water, the dude was hot.

He cocked his head expectantly.

Steve shoved the flowers into his hands. “They’re purple hyacinths. They mean please forgive me.”

Eddie looked down at the flowers again. “Thanks.”

“I’m going to grovel, I promise,” Steve said, his voice quivering. “But can you hear me out first?”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. This was such out of his wheelhouse that he didn’t even know what to do.

Not only had he never gotten flowers before, but he also had never had someone so earnestly apologize for something they did. Like sure Wayne and his friends over the years would say sorry, but this? This was whole different beast.

“Um...” he muttered. “Yeah I guess. Just, uh... let me find something to put these in first.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie figured that his best bet was a plastic pitcher they would sometimes make Kool-aid in. He located it quickly and filled it with water, placing the flowers in it.

He flopped down on the sofa. “All right big boy, explain.”

Steve’s eyes fluttered shut and when he opened them again, Eddie was surprised to see them glimmer with unshed tears.

Holy shit.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Steve began, pained. “It’s the Upside Down I don’t trust.”

Well. That absolutely was not the direction he thought this conversation was going to go. Like at all.

“They said it’s closed,” Eddie said slowly. “It’s not something you should still be thinking about.”

“Do you know how many times they’ve told us that?” Steve snapped.

Eddie’s eyes went wide and Steve’s hand flew up to his mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Steve begged. “I shouldn’t have snapped. But every time they tell us it’s over, eight to twelve months later something new crops up.”

Okay. That was something Eddie vaguely knew, considering the rest of them had been fighting monsters since ‘83 and it being ‘87, yeah he could see why Steve thought that way.

“And you’re worried they’re going to get hurt if they’re out of your sight?”

Steve shook his head so violently Eddie thought it was going to fly right off.

“I’m worried they’re going to come back after something has happened,” Steve murmured, “and feel so guilty about leaving.”

Holy fucking shit.

“That’s baggage you shouldn’t have to carry, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured gently.

“Look me in the eyes and tell Mike doesn’t feel that every day,” Steve pleaded. “Or El. Or hell, even Jonathan.”

Oh God. Yeah. Okay, this was starting to make too much sense now.

“You know I can’t.”

“When Joyce left and Hopper was presumed dead,” Steve continued, a tear finally slipping out over to fall down his cheek, “I was the oldest. It was my job to keep people safe. And I fucking failed.”

Suddenly Eddie was on his feet and striding over to him. Steve was still by the door as if he getting ready to turn tail and run. Like Eddie was going to hurt him.

Eddie pulled him into a hug. “You didn’t fail, Stevie. Max and I are still here. Yeah, we got hurt, but thanks to you we made it. Especially me.” He pulled back just far enough to look Steve in the eyes. “I’m alive thanks to you.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath and then another, and suddenly tears were streaming down his face. He gripped the back of Eddie’s shirt and held on as his sobbed. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Eddie just held him close. Then when the tears slackened and Steve was ready to let go, he stepped back.

“Come on, let’s get you some water.”

Steve followed him to the kitchen sink. “I’m just not used to having someone my age in this shit. Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, the kids they’re all younger than me and I just–I just can’t...”

“You can’t see them as equals because the last time shit went down,” Eddie said handing him a glass of water, “they were still all under eighteen and you the only adult. But I am older than you. Maybe not as experienced fighting demon monsters from literal hell, but I’m here for you, okay?”

Steve nodded and took a sip of his water. “Okay.”

“So we’re going to solve this two ways, sweetheart,” Eddie said leaning against the counter. “You’re going to come with us. I was going to get a room to myself, but I’m willing to bunk with you. That’s the first way. The second way is making sure that there is someone in town with one of Dustin’s super Walkie-Talkies and have them check twice a day with you so you can make sure everything is safe as houses.”

Steve looked up at Eddie in awe. “You’d do that for me?”

“Hell yeah,” Eddie said softly. “Because, sweetheart, I thought you didn’t trust me to take care of your kids. But now I see that you just really need to be included in someway for your own piece of mind, and I can do that.”

Steve blinked at him for a moment and then gave him huge hug. “Thank you.”

4. Graduation: Pansy and Laurel- Thoughtfulness and Glory and Honor

With so many of his friends graduating, Steve made Lottie’s day with the sheer amount of bouquets he bought from her. All with pansies and laurels. Different colors of pansies for different people of course, but they were all beautifully wrapped as always.

Pink for Nancy, orange for Jonathan, yellow and red for Robin, and of course red ones for Eddie.

When Dustin saw how many he had, he raised an eyebrow.

“Dude!” he cried, trotting over to him. “I didn’t think you knew that many people in this graduating class.”

Steve frowned. “Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Eddie. That’s four.”

“You’re giving the guys flowers too?” Lucas asked, coming from behind Dustin. He had been close enough to overhear them.

“Yep!” Steve said, popping the P and licking his lips. “Guys deserve flowers when they achieve things too. It shouldn’t just be girls who get flowers.”

“That’s sweet,” El said, cocking her head to the side. She had come up with Max when they saw the huge amount of flowers Steve had.

Soon Steve was surrounded by all the kids peppering him with questions about the flowers and why he was giving them to Eddie and Jonathan too.

He just repeated himself on the last but brightened on the first. “There is like this whole language of flowers. And it’s not just good stuff like love and shit. But like you can absolutely send hate mail via flowers. Like a red rose means true love, but a black one means death and despair. But you have to be super careful because yellow rose might mean friendship and joy, but in a different bouquet they might mean extreme betrayal and jealousy.”

“Holy shit,” Max said with wide-eyed amazement. A slow smile spread out over her face. “So if I wanted to tell someone to fuck off, what would I send?”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’d go with yellow carnations for disdain, thistle for warning, and orange lilies for hatred.”

“That’s amazing!” Dustin cried. “Who knew flowers could be so cool?”

Steve cocked an eyebrow at him. “Uh... me?”

Dustin rolled his eyes but before he could say anything Nancy and Robin came running up to Steve.

“It’s horrible!” Robin cried.

“They’re refusing last minute to let Eddie walk to get his diploma!” Nancy said in anguish. “I tried to talking to Principal Higgins, but he refuses to budge.”

“He called him all sorts of nasty names, too!” Robin said in distress. “Like really horrible ones I don’t want to even repeat.”

Steve felt his stomach sink like lead. “Are they even going to let him sit with his peers?”

Nancy shook her head. “He got handed his diploma and won’t even be allowed in the senior picture!”

Steve snorted on that one. “He always sneaks in at the back. He’s been in every senior photo since his own. Plus, they’re taken at the beginning of the year. Higgins can go fuck himself, because no else is ever gonna wanna.”

Robin snorted, a half smile sneaking up on her face.

“Is he okay?” Will asked. “That must have been so horrible after he worked his ass off to be able to even walk up to get his diploma, much less all the work he did to earn it.”

“Wayne is taking him out to Lake Jordan,” Robin said. “They’ll be back in time for the party on Saturday, but they’re going to get Eddie’s mind off the whole thing.”

Steve looked at the now extra bouquet in his hands with a pang of regret. He was really looking forward to giving Eddie his first flowers.

“You guys better get to your seats,” he said. “It looks like they’re about to start.”

The girls hurried off and everyone else dispersed to find their families and sit with them. Steve went to go sit with the Buckleys to cheer Robin on.

It wasn’t quite the same without Eddie walking, too, but he was happy nonetheless.

Afterwards when he handed everyone their flowers, Steve handed the extra to Robin.

“Give them to Vickie,” he murmured. “Tell her I was holding onto them for you. The pansies mean thoughtfulness and laurels are for victory and mean glory and honor.”

“Steve...” she said, pained. “You can still give them to him.”

He shook his head, hold them to her chest. “They’ll be all wilted and shit. I’ll give him flowers at another time.”

Robin nodded sadly and went off to do just that.

Jonathan looked at the flowers in his hands and smiled up at him. “You really are a good dude, Steve Harrington.”

Steve blushed.

~

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[billy-royalton]

Top 10 lawrusso fics

yay! okay these are in no particular order but i am so happy to rec them :)

The Nail, the Shoe, the Horse, the Rider by @vimesbootstheory is it cheating to suggest a series? if so, then i'm cheating throughout this because there are some excellent series in this fandom. my god, i loved this fic. the plot, first of all, is so creative and interesting! daniel is a time traveler who travels in time to save johnny from his (what feels like inevitable) death at the hands of kreese! like WHAT A PLOT! the lawrusso is a lovely, aching slow burn and the daniel/amanda is so compelling. one of the best fics i have ever read in any fandom hands down.

I Wanna Be Yours by @darthdisco (another series shh) oh how i absolutely ADORE this series!! cw: bdsm so if that's not your thing then i understand but beyond the (fantastic, masterful, beautiful, incredible) smut, the insight into both johnny and daniel as characters and the dynamic that plays between them is so spot on!!! if you like smut that also makes you FEEL then this is the fic for you.

Tuning by menocchio another creatively written fic in this list that starts as a tkk-verse with Signal Studies and then takes place about a decade or so after with Noise Breaking (and Noise Breaking really is THAT girl for me) and i'm not giving anything away just read them both. the author's grasp on dialogue and their ability to flesh out background characters like susan and barbara so well is nothing short of masterful.

what kinda man doesn't by menocchio the tkk-verse road trip fic that will make you cry!!! or at least made ME cry. god, i think about going back to this one often it's another fic that is one of my favorite fics i've ever read in any fandom. the voices of the characters are spot on and the end of this fic is like a big sweeping crescendo that washes over you in the best way possible.

A Fake Date for Christmas by @darthdisco it's like sarah found my "favorite tropes" bingo card and said challenge accepted!!! fake dating!! hurt/comfort!! miscommunciation!! STRIPPER!JOHNNY!! like what do you have to lose with this one!!!!

The Recidivists by @vimesbootstheory the fic that swept the tkk-ck fic awards last year AND FOR DAMN GOOD REASON. what sucked me in was the tag "and they were cell mates" i just immediately clicked from that point and am so, so glad i did.

Bite-Sized by kdyelo i am, admittedly, obsessed with the unknown time period between december 19, 1984 and s1e1 of cobra kai and any fic that plays with that time period is an automatic read for me. but this one was just so beautifully written and had an engaging plot (and a twist!) that kept me clicking next chapter on the edge of my seat!

there's daggers in men's smiles by pinkgrapefloyd i know fuck all about fencing but i felt like i didn't even need to because the author just got the tone and the relationship and the dynamics down so perfectly. one of those fics that i think about out of nowhere from time to time it really stuck with me.

as dark as a wounded doe by honeyvenom jfc this fic. THIS FIC. honeyvenom is one of my favorite writers and what she's written for this fandom is exquisite truly anything she wrote for lawrusso is golden but this fic is just something else entirely. this fic takes place on the night of kreese's murder at the hands of johnny and the cobras and the lawrusso in it is just BEAUTIFUL. there's also a sequel/interlude lamb heart, put my hands around you that is stunningly done and i would recommend it even if you don't read doe.

...and when the rain washes you clean (you'll know) by Storiesofmylife another karate kid-verse fic and i just love the way this author got daniel's teen voice down! wonderfully written tension in this fic. when i need a little tkk-verse, this is the fic i come back to!

[gyllenhaalstuff]

i will go crazy if ur able to write a robert graysmith from zodiac smut…. i know hes a real person but JAKES VER yknow 😓😓😓😓

i will do anything since theres like. one small fanfic of him

I would die for Jake in Zodiac. This is really short but a need.

Just Like Honey

- Robert Graysmith

Summary: Robert needs to relax after work and gets pussy drunk yay

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), fingering, sweet cute subby Robert.

Word count: 631

Notes: Short blurbish fic. I need human touch. Anyways, stream just like honey by jesus and the mary chain.

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Robert in bed was exactly what you’d expect. Giving, kind. 

After a long day at work, all he wanted to do was kneel before the couch and bury his face between your legs.

Like this night, where he got home late. His hair was wet from the rain pouring down. After taking off his jacket, he innocently sat down on the rug in front of the couch and rested his tired head on your thigh. 

Your hand stroked his cheek. Poor thing was so tired. He placed a kiss to your leg and looked up at you. His droopy eyes almost made him look sad. “Long day?” you asked calmly, wanting to scoop him up and put him in your pocket. 

He hummed and nodded, “Yeah.” His kisses made their way up higher, kissing on top of your leggings.

“Shouldn’t you go to bed, baby?” You didn’t want him to tire himself out more. But Robert shook his head and hooked his fingers into the hem of your pants. “I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep without doing this,” he explained as he pulled them off, “Wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it.”

His hair was getting a bit drier now, and you ran your hands through it, scratching his scalp. A weak smile spread across his face as you did.

Robert put his face against your clothed cunt, bumping his nose against your clit. He breathed in your scent, and if he wasn’t as tired and vulnerable, you would have called him a pervert for doing it. 

He pulled your panties off and dove back in. You hissed when he placed an open-mouthed kiss over your slit, lightly flicking his tongue over it. You involuntarily rolled your hips against his face, which made him harden his grip on your hips.

When Robert was this tired and pussy drunk, he’d eat you out without a goal in mind. It was like he forgot where he was; his mind just went blank. His kisses were placed randomly, slow and selfish. He was basically making out with your clit, just enjoying rolling his tongue over your warm, wet skin. If you wanted to cum, you’d have to slap him out of it and get him to work.

His chin was drenched in saliva and your wetness, and he alternated between sucking lightly on your clit and lapping at your hole. His eyes were closed, like he was asleep. 

He could go for hours, and he had done that before. Sometimes he’d go down on you while you were working on a paper at the kitchen table or watching TV. He was very easy to please in that way.

“Robert,” you said, hoping to catch his attention. “Mm?” he hummed in response, neither opening his eyes nor removing his mouth from you. “You’re torturing me,” you whined. You needed him to speed up, add a finger or shove his cock in you. Any added stimulation would satisfy you.

“Okay,” he whined, upset his favourite past time was coming to an end. He pushed his middle finger into you while suctioning his mouth around your clit. Your thighs trembled. Finally.

It didn’t take long until his pointer finger joined and pushed into you too. He had a rhythm down of hitting your g-spot and flicking his tongue against your clit simultaneously, making you trap his head between your legs, which he didn’t mind.

After you came, he cleaned you up with his tongue. He cleaned his fingers too. Still in a trance as he pushed them into his mouth and sucked them off.

You took good care of him that night. Returning the favor and holding him as he fell asleep. And this chain of events would go on to repeat itself over and over again.

[brighhton]

you can listen to a song you really like and think oh hey this is like the Character. but watch out

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[beneaththeshadows]

Mother Merciless

She don't speak. You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers.

But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated.

It is a monstrous cruel thing to lose a child.

Lady stoneheart for (a super late) Halloween art trade with the amazing (and very patient as always) @acewithapencil, I picked the OG goth couple Brynden and Shiera, and she picked Lady stoneheart!

It was once again a pleasure to make art for you, and I gotta say I quite liked the result, so I decided to also do something small in watercolors and I know I'm not very well versed in it (this is literally my 7th piece ever in this medium) but I'm glad I did it, and most of all I'm glad I did it for you!!!

So anyways, I hope it looks nice and I really hope you like it!

[howtodisappearcompletelyand]

20/10 stars little guy

[volivolition]

Out of curiosity, who do you headcanon of the skills for encyclopedia to be friends with? Of course I am an encyc and percy friendship truther but I'm very curious to hear yours 👀

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THIS, i love ency-percy friendship <3 you also already have ency-logic buddies and i think they fit so well <33

ency's dynamic with many skills tends to be "talks a lot and [x]'' so it's mostly just who's willing to listen or talk back!! i feel as though many of the skills are relatively friendly to him, but he's not very popular by any means :0 some just don't have the patience for him unfortunately </3

💙 INTELLECTS

Logic considers him a close confidant, and the right hand man of the intellect squad (Logic obviously considers himself de facto leader of his sub-unit) he's a little wordy, but he gets the job done.

Rhetoric thinks conversations with him are riveting (<- good at backing up his facts!) they talk in a way that you'd think is disrupting to each other (constant rebuttals, footnotes, interrupting??), but to them, it's simply the optimal way of discussion for their purposes.

if you get them on the right topic (usually art history related), ency and Conceptualization can talk the entire day away together!

💜 PSYCHES

Volition considers him trustworthy (klaasje conversation quote:"VOLITION - You can trust Pillar-Bookhead, by the way. As far as I can tell, he's not singing to her tune… the *only* one besides me.") and would be very willing to listen to him talk!

Empathy is fond in his passion for his subjects, and gets carried away with him in his excitement when he infodumps!! this is literally the plot of their chapter in Swept Up hjgklj they are good friends (lovers, even. factsfeelings shippers where u at!!)

❤️ PHYSIQUES

ency and Electrochemistry can talk brain things together when echem's in that kind of mood!! they used to talk neurology and brain chemistry together a lot more, but conversations started dropping later on in life

on late nights, ency will find Shivers on the fringe of the headspace. ency will tell her fun facts he knows about the world, about revachol in specific usually. shivers is always delighted, to listen, to be known, to be loved. it's silly, because ency will factually explain an event that occurred, and shivers will nod and then proceed to poetically provide a first hand account of the same event, and ency will update his notes with rapt fascination. its really sweet.. <33

💛 MOTORICS

Hand/Eye Coordination is usually willing to hear him out, and he helps reorganize the headspace library when ency needs a hand (HEH.)

Perception, obviously :] they have a game they play, where Perception will state something it senses ("PERCEPTION (Sight) - You watch the traffic light flicker from yellow to red.") and points at Ency, and once Ency notices his cue, he immediately responds with a related fun fact ("ENCYCLOPEDIA - The standard duration of an average traffic light cycle can range between 60 and 120 seconds.") it's just a silly game on how fast they can do it, in the time between percy's detail and ency's fact :3 trivia speedrun!!!

Interfacing is aplatonic in my headcanons, but encyclopedia's kinda the only guy who can keep up with mechanical mumbo jumbo, so even if interfacing doesn't consider them friends, they still get along really well!! No one knows what they're fucking talking about. hjglkj

Composure is also a listener type!! i think at one point early on, ency was talking about something, paused, and went "…do you actually want to hear this? you look bored?" and composure went "No, no, I promise this is interesting, it's just that my resting face looks like this -> 😐 constantly. keep talking." and ency goes ":] ok!"

these are the skills i can justifiably reason a dynamic with ency!! though im sure there could be others <33 thank you for the ask cedar~!!! :D

[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

Godless Prophet

[littlelightfish]

As I said I would, I drew my oc with yours my beloved @clawdouobit

My pretty girl likes to infodump your pretty girl about the smallest things. She's like a reel, talks a lot but most of it is meaningless.

Close ups and more info because I can't shut up ehtier under the cut <3

20 years old and engaged to a half-foot. They're waiting to gain some more money to get married and leave the dungeon. Note: they're best friends but idk if what they have going on is truly romantic love or just a very good friendship.

Quite skilled at upper levels, but wouldn't go to lesser levels. She isn't skilled enough to make her party survive there.

Her race is a mix between gnome and half-foot. Idk if that's possible but I don't think it's not.

If I had to guess, she's 13/14 on half-foot standars. It's unclear whether she's an adult or not, but she's preety mature most of the time. Most.

Flushed cheeks always. Also very pale.

She's 109 cms tall, a lot more than avarage on haflings, but lot less than avarage on gnomes. Since she hangs out mostly with haflings, she's a giant woman. This gives her some problems with traps so her BMI is 18 due to diet.

Fwens with Shahad. Who knows why tho. We gotta figure that out ;}

[boxwinebaddie]

uncle neen!!! welcome back omg i was so sad to see u disappear </3 hyh !!! i had a question i asked last time but i was wondering since ur rewriting ur fics, are u planning on posting them on tumblr? or on ao3? pls be kind to urself too<33

good MORNING, lovie!!!!~ <3 c':

( or whatever time it is, where you are at the moment! )

i'm very excited to announce that you are my very FIRST new ask message on my brand new blog!

( teri is my first follower; ly ter. <33 o//3//o )

***long overdue UN ramble-bramble under the cut. xx

i /do/ miss my six hundred bajillion ask memes and am mourning the loss of all my online creations and great joys as a deranged southpark fanfiction author and the legacy i built with my tiny, gay weird hands

( i will go into it another time, but i had a very, very frightening bipolar episode surrounding my blog and my role on here as a writer, friend and mentor to you all, deleted all my things in a horrible panic, was able to recover them...but in the -- what i hope is the *very last* -- after shock of my episode...i got very scared, very sad and deleted both my dearly treasured and beloved, beautifully cult followed by many of you and other ghosts of sp style fanatics past ao3 account**

**( with peppermint on it at 13k likes which...oh my god, please be gentle with me, that was a very, very hard blow and rough realization for me and i am sorry to everyone who loved that fanfiction and wanted to go back and read it for posperity and personal comfort...i miss her too; rest in peace, pep, my first born. my sweet girl. </3 )

...and most tragically of all, i deleted my tumblr blog, with over one hundred pages of carefully curated content surrounding my sp aus, your lovely, insightful and thoughtful questions and inquiries, also typed with your tiny, weird gay hands answered, in turn, with mine, torched the ev. of those memories in the final blast and lost my window into your world through that medium...

...which is literally heartbreaking to me, because more than even my silly fanfictions or my blog, what i loved to do, was talk to all of you and read your wonderful messages each day and remind myself of why i should be here and continue to do what i do. </333 :'''c

BUT! my darlings, as ravenstan would say, 'it's always darkest before crimson dawn', for the very first time in several weeks ( which, i fear, and i was, full of fear and horrible self loathing/dread every waking and nightmarish moment ), last night, i cried for a very, very, very, long time, held myself together in the broken places -- told myself and the girl i was that i loved her and i was going to take care of us and be brave -- and broke the fever ( a little off key like jersey kyle, but very lovely nonetheless; love you tone deaf king. x my sboyf. )

today, i woke up this morning and slept...PEACEFULLY and woke up PERFECTLY HAPPY AND RESTED...

AND SMILED. QUITE. WIDE!!!!~ :D

and that is a baby step, but it is a step in the right direction and also almost wanted to make me weep like a baby again because i literally have not felt happy or like i do not hate myself for like, i shit you not, over like 15-20 days...it was frightening and fucking horrible! SLAY!

nevertheless ( or the most, finally ) i am excited to welcome in a new era/year of change on my blog and within myself; which is an era of peppermint flavored 'hope i'm healing' in a delicious rem(ember) font.

unfortunately, because i nuked my ao3 account, i do not currently one atm, but am in the process of recovering it.

( i'm not condoning any kind of rude/uncivilized behavior bc people are allowed to do anything they want -- but i'd really like to get my user back and would appreciate it a lot if no one used it to create another ao3 account just because it would be confusing for my readers and disheartening to me to not be boxwinebaddie anymore. )

until then, i will be writing/drafting rem(ember) in my messy google docs, am storyboarding everything to the best of my ability ( which is not perfect, but nothing is -- except stan and kyle to each other -- but god loves a trier, which is why he hates me: i prefer hell where it's drier -- that way my girlfail guylinea will not run. xx )

KALE SEITAN! ;)

posting little snippets of it on here for all of you, probably put it here on my tumblr and post it up to ao3 if i can regain my account/one in general ( i am a little worried that because of how long it's been, the loss of all my followers and, what i assume, is a decreased public or tiktok generated interest in sp, it will do poorly; rip </3 )

-- but the point is...that i want to start doing stuff for myself now. and not because i think i should or create unnecessary stress/sadness surrounding my strength or weakness as a writer or person ( or like, beat the living shit out of myself every single day anymore )...

...so i am writing it slowly, carefully, synthesizing all the info i gathered from over a year of answering your questions ( which helped me develop my sp au styles and their worlds into the lovely, seemingly breathing paper machslayed things they are now ), am going to write the fanfiction i always/wanted/ to write ( i’ve always wanted to rewrite RM, but was so busy and overwhelmed with my blog/my irl stuff that i couldn't )

and i'm calling it...

<3

p.s. ( i love you ): i am going to give my grandmother a copy of the first chapter of peppermint for christmas because i wanted to do something special/sentimental for her and secretly push the gay middle school style agenda ( she is actually very woke and thought my uncle might be gay for a while when he was younger, haha xx ), but i want to give them different names, so that on the off chance it gets passed off to my mom, my dad or manages to travel by world of mouth ( my grandma has a tendency to gab, but i love her a lot ) that it can't specifically be traced back to my dead ao3 or my blog.

so if any one has any ideas for silly interesting names i could give my sons, names for other characters or south park in gen. hit me up! <33

thank you for your interest in my work -- and in me, in general. i love you all dearly, i hope you heal ( i know you will ) and smile, pendejos because got a lot coming up on that crimson dawn and a lot of crazy shit coming down on that *jersey i won't say i'm in luh megara vc*

~SCHARLET sLUt~

cheers! mazel! ;) xx

-uncle nina, in her healing era <3

[lithi]

SICK AND TIRED OF DADDY ISSUES MANHWAS. READ MOMMY ISSUES MANHWAS INSTEAD 😍

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

no one's done this one yet?

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…