#loved answering thiiis

[admincourtneykissesgirls]

i keep thinking about you saying your courtney has kind of a rough relationship with women (kind of want to think about that too cus thats really interesting sexuality wise) due to her upbringing experiemce cus conversely ive been thinkinf that tabitha feels like the kind of guy where the majority of positive influences in his life were women

Emerges from my cave. Rare anon ask... waow...

OOH I can actually kind of see that being the case...

I've yet to actually really fully develop a LOT of characters (Tabitha very much included) but do know that Tabitha does have a rocky relationship with masculinity (? not sure how to word this i just woke up minutes ago haha) because of some unsavory childhood experiences (something something daddy issues something something "struggled to find much of a place among his peers" that kind of stuff. yada yada toxic masculinity.) Unlike Courtney though, he pulls through it a bit better I guess? Not saying he ISN't struggling because who wouldn't but compared to Courtney he's doing much better than her by a Delphox-length because unlike Courtney hes HEALING.

This kind of also means that its likely that his relationship with women probably would ALSO not really as sunshine and rainbows as one may think but tbh I dont think that means that it can't still be better, of course! I can kind of see, as you mentioned in the ask, that a lot of the positive influences that shaped the best parts of himself were women. But again: I'm still developing quite a bit, so this could change and definitely get more nuanced once I get to it.

[jsfix]

Tease

Kinktober Week One - Ruined Orgasm

Pairing: x Reader

Summary: you send your boyfriend a mirror pic while he’s on patrol

Warnings: MDNI, this is my first time writing smut/kink, reader with a vagina but no pronouns or descriptions, reader wears their bfs shirt, oral + vaginal fingering (r receiving), teasing, lots of commas probably, sexting ig, he’s kinda mean, it’s not discussed but they do have a safe word, you don’t come.. obviously. I think that’s it pls tell me if i’m missing any thx

WC: 975

AN: this was originally meant to be a Tim fic but then I was like ‘thiiis doesn’t sound like him’ so it’s for whichever bat boy yall want it to be :) feedback is appreciated and welcomed!!

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This was not your fault. Really. It wasn’t. Sure, you may have sent a slightly risqué photo to your boyfriend while he was out on patrol. But it wasn’t even that bad! Just a tasteful mirror pic of your upper half - messy hair, his favorite crop top hiding your chest but showing the expanse of your stomach down to where the picture cut off at your panty line. But you only sent it because that morning he had woken you up with a trail of kisses down your neck, hands wandering across your thighs inching closer and closer until - the alarm went off. He pulled away and, upon seeing your reaction, gave you a grin as he got ready for the day. 

That was fine. You got ready for work and went about your day. Until he’d sent you a voice message at the end of your lunch break that had you feeling really glad you’d decided to put on headphones before opening it. His moans flooded your ears, you could hear the wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his length, the hitch of his breath just before he was about to come. He came with a loud groan of your name. 

So, yeah. It’s not really your fault that you’ve been.. frustrated all day. One thing you could blame yourself for, you suppose, is forgetting that you can’t out-tease the tease. 

There was a glint in his eye, a slight smirk on his face when he came home. He found you on the bed, eyes raking up and down your figure as you smiled innocently up at him. 

“Hi, honey,” you said sweetly, “how was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, moving to take off his suit. 

You stood up to help him as you usually did. It was kind of a night-time routine. You couldn’t sleep while he was out protecting the city, your mind refusing to relax until you saw him again, safe and, mostly, unharmed. You’d catalogue any wounds he had before going to the first aid kit to get the supplies you needed. Tonight, though, he only had some bruises. Humming in approval, you looked back up at him. 

He took your face in his hands, smiling down at you before giving you a sweet kiss, then another kiss, rougher this time. You rested your hands on his bare chest as your kisses grew more and more intense. 

“Got my text?” You asked when you pulled up for air. He didn’t answer, that glint in his eyes returning as his mouth moved down to your neck. You sighed as he began sucking the skin there, hands reaching up to tug at his locks. 

His hands found your hips, pushing you gently until the backs of your knees hit the bed frame. He followed you as you laid back on the mattress, continuing to leave marks. He continued his kisses down your body to your clothed chest, taking a nipple between his lips over the fabric and sucking. You let out a moan. 

“Love you in my clothes,” he muttered, his hand coming up to cup the other side of your chest, kneading it. 

“I know.” His lips quirked as he switched sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth, hands caressing your hips as they jolted when he bit down. 

“Fuck!” You breathed out, moving your hips to grind against his before he pressed down on them, trapping you against the mattress with a tsk. 

“Slow down, baby,” he cooed, lips pressed against your stomach, leaving marks on his way down. He stopped right when he reached your underwear, avoiding where you needed him to suck at your thighs. You whined his name, fighting against his hands trying to find some friction. 

“God, you’re so needy,” he teased, biting down on your sensitive skin then using his tongue to soothe. 

“So desperate.. is that why you sent me a nude on patrol?” 

“It wasn’t a nude” you groaned out before deciding to mention his text from earlier that day. “And what about your-” you moaned as he finally brought his lips to your clit, pressing a kiss against it. 

“My what?” He smirked, this time licking against the wet patch on your underwear just as your lips parted. You gave up on trying to speak, moaning again sucked your clit through the fabric. 

“Please,” you moaned his name, “I need you.”

“Yeah?” He took off your underwear, fingers just barely pressing against your clit, making you whine as you tried to move your hips to make contact only for him to pull away. 

“Okay,” he snickered, moving back down to stare between your legs, parting your lips and watching you pulse, slick pouring out of you.  He let out a groan before taking your clit between his lips. 

The press of his tongue moving up and down your slit made moan, hand reaching again to tug at his hair, tugging harder as he slid a finger inside of you. He moaned into you, his own hips pressing against the bed to chase his own pleasure as he thrusted a second finger inside. 

The pleasure was overwhelming - your back began to arch, stomach tightening, hands tugging harder at his hair. Just as you felt yourself about to come, he pulled away from you with a groan. You cried out his name in frustration.

“Baby,” He ran his hands against your thighs soothingly, voice soft as he called your name, “You okay?” You nodded, your breathing calming as he wiped a stray tear from your face. “Maybe that’ll teach you not to tease.” He laid a kiss on your forehead before heading towards the kitchen to get you a glass of water. It wasn’t until he came back that you noticed the wet patch on the front of his boxers.

[bruciemilf]

may you give us more thomas and martha wayne headcanon pls

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Thomas was Italian american and v annoying about it. "My 4th great great great great great great grandmother was Sicilian " type bitch (I mean c'mon he's from jersey)

Was on Jersey Shore and started fights for the fun of it. Has a BFF tattoo with Snooki

Tried acting for like a year, won an Oscar, married Paris Hilton for a week, got bored, became a surgeon. Profit

Bruce loved his accent and would constantly waddle after his dad with various objects, " Daddy what's thiiis" " That's a cuppa cawffe!" "Thiiiis?" " A cuppa wattah,"

Very much Margot Robbie in Wolf of Wall Street. " Who, who? What are you, a fuckin' owl?!"

His favorite TV shows were The Sopranos and Sex And The City. Was delightfully trashy and gave off strong "Keanu Reeves' "got rich and famous on accident" vibes

Martha was a figure skater. She and Thomas met at one of her shows, but she was a part time vigilante (killed abusive spouses and corrupt policemen)

Was an anti-war activist, which strained her relationship with her family. Served for a while as a Sargent. She and Alfred sometimes had nightmares and would talk for hours over a cup of tea

While Thomas had the organic power to make any story, as mundane as it was, into the most entertaining piece of dialogue you've ever heard, making you comfortable enough to feel like you've been best friends for years,

with Martha, not as colourfully but just as charismatic as her husband, just made you open up. She'd give you her undivided attention and gave you sharp but helpful honesty and warm, familial comfort when you needed it

I think we should talk more about how Bruce grew up with a functional, healthy example of romantic partnership, and how he's constantly trying to recreate that in every relationship

Martha and Thomas were chaotic and wild and so remarkably WAYNE. They were WEIRD! They were striking and strange and close knit. I can absolutely see Thomas' love language being extreme and strange but adorable acts of service, Martha's being words of affirmation and physical touch, Alfred bring sarcasm and grounding.

Thomas had ADHD, Martha had autism, and like many adults with these particular diagnosis, they were like. Huh I wonder what's this weird little thing. Let's not tall abt it ever

Thomas carried baby Bruce everywhere and bought him a mini motorcycle to ride around the manor. Damian finds it and by the will of everything he WILL fit

Whenever Bruce got into fights at school, Martha and Alfred would diplomatically give him the responsible, "Violance is not the answer" speech

As soon as Alfred isn't around, Martha is like " Good boy. Grab a lighter and put it between your fist next time." Thomas would straight up tell Bruce to stab

[princelylove]

Creep yanderes that just won't. stop. messaging you.

They just don't let up. Message after message after message of utter nonsense- it used to make sense. In the beginning, it was just double texting. Texts asking what you're doing, if you want to play a game with them, when's the next time you two can do something together, hey look an instagram reel or tiktok about some running joke you have together, or a funny tweet.

When you keep rejecting them, maybe even non intentionally, they start to get more passive aggressive. Why don't you ever want to talk to them anymore? Why are you acting this way? Did they do something, are you mad at them?

It's kind of insane how the same person can send a bunch of heart emojis and a "I fucking hate you you're a stupid whore" message in the same day. It's pure delusion. Your lack of a response allows them to project whatever thoughts they want to- if they're insecure, you obviously hate them and they're not enough and you should just block them already. If they tend to project, you're such a dumb whore that can't get somebody's dick out of your mouth for five seconds to answer them. It depends on the individual.

This concept reminds me of Pesci, Pesci, Pesci. He's worse than Ghiaccio. At least Ghiaccio has a sense of pride and boundaries- Pesci is about thiiis close from snapping on the daily and flat out killing his darling in a moment of passion.

He gets insecure fast. Well, "getting" insecure suggests that he was ever secure. Pesci is constantly comparing himself to the people he's closest to- Prosciutto, mainly. He misses the point of Prosciutto's philosophy entirely because he's fixated on what Prosciutto is to him instead of what he actually is.

Pesci is very pathetic. No matter what he does, he'll never be Prosciutto. He's just not the same kind of man. Not the type man to not fret about getting a text back, not the type of man to love his own reflection and check himself out every time he passes something shiny, not the type of man to just do what he wants and worry about consequences later, or never.

He's not really a texter- he's more of a an 'in your face, exhibiting worrying behaviors' type of nice guy. He psychs himself up to actually show up at your apartment but worries all the way up the stairs. Pesci is in a constant state of distress until he manages to shift his mindset. It's like a switch. A switch that's hard to break out of once he's in.

A mindset that doesn't mind breaking your front door, because mafiosi take what they want.

Not to mention someone like Hazamada. It's too obvious to be enjoyable, isn't it? He fantasizes about raping his classmate but he's too much of a pussy to do it, he gets into heated arguments about his favorite idols and anime in canon (if I'm remembering correctly, I don't pay attention to short 'men' often). He has the set up for this specific type of creep. It's a shame he's such a coward about it. And everything else.

Not on the phone, though. Or online in general. The beauty of going on anon, you can send whatever you want and never have to see the consequences for it. Not man enough to flat out tell you he's interested, not man enough to confront you about your "other" boyfriends, he's not even man enough to defend his own interests under his own name. None of his accounts have anything personal tied to it, he'll even use an alternate email to sign up.

He'll just keep buying burner phones to text you when he needs to get something off of his chest. Your outfit looked great today. He knows it's a uniform, but the way you wear it is adorable. He hates your friends. They're ditzy bimbos that are ruining you by association. Why don't you watch anything he likes? Your interests are trash, you should check out peak for once.

Josuke is a serial text spammer, but he doesn't quite fall into the 'nice guy' territory. He doesn't blame you for anything, but he does not respect your do not disturb, so it's yes and no.

It's debatable. Josuke doesn't say things that could be taken as insults, he'd never go for you personally when he's pissed off, but he's known to be a little passive aggressive in person. His texts are seemingly innocent enough- memes, tiktoks, asking what you're doing later, telling you he misses you, sending you something he thinks you'd like, picture of what he's doing, picture of something that was deep in his camera roll that he 'forgot' to send you a while ago. He hits your interrupt do not disturb button as a joke.

Heeey, it's super serious. It deserves to interrupt your whatever-you're-doing. Look, it's a fat baby animal. What are you doing, again? Why's your location off? You okay?

[j0kers-light]

Hi, Chaos! I have a request - How would J react with Y/N having a condition called 'winking eye syndrome'? It's actually something I have but it's such a rare condition that it's never mentioned. I would love to read your take on it. Thanks in advance! <3

Hello and hi beloved!!! 🖤✨

Fun fact! Anytime I have an ask that’s medical in nature, I run to my mother to get the most accurate information. She loves helping out to answer these so much!

Moving along! Winking eye syndrome? Coming right up! 👩🏽‍💻 I’m sorry I’m answering this ask so late, writers block is powerful. I hope you enjoy beautiful 😘

Definition: Marcus Gunn Jaw winking syndrome (MGJWS) is one of the congenital cranial dysinnervation disorders (CCDD) and these individuals have variable degrees of blepharoptosis in the resting, primary position. It is associated with synkinetic movements of the upper eyelid during masticating movements of the jaw.

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MGJ, another rare condition (with hardly any studies/articles) that affects the eyelids literally by 'winking' at inopportune moments.

(From my research) its more of an insecurity or an annoyance than anything since its not life threatening or harmful, (if it exceeds 2mm then it could be).

However the mental health side effects—being self conscious, is serious enough to discuss.

Joker is very perceptive, and especially about his Bunny, so he would definitely notice but not comment.

He takes notice how you don't eat or drink in front of him to avoid him seeing your condition.

You are very particular about how you angle your face or talk in order to not upset your jaw and cause any flare ups even though sometimes the wink can be involuntary.

Joker doesn't like you hiding from him and makes it his mission to help you become more comfortable with yourself.

You might get a cheeky joke every now and then like, "Are ya getting sleepy Bunny?" or “Happy to see me doll?" as he winks right back at you.

Don't panic, Joker is never insulting or mean to you! Its all done in jest.

He does enjoy seeing you fluster and try to shy away but he's quick to spin you around to face him.

You pout and close your eyes, that won't work. Joker is patient and he'll wait however long it takes for you to look at him. Its high time he addressed this.

"Mind tellin' me whyy your hiding those... gorgeous eyes from me sweetheart?"

His alluring voice makes the words pierce your heart even harder yet your lingering insecurities make you hesitate. "They're not gorgeous, J. I hate them."

You bury your face into Joker's chest. He's just saying that because he's your partner. You hate your eyelids for always being stupid and not working properly. It makes taking photos a daunting task. Eye contact is your worst nightmare and it overall makes you ugly.

"You are noT ugly, Y/n."

Wait, did you say that part out loud? Joker tipped your chin up so he could see you more clearly. The deep frown on his face means he's dead serious and you silently begin to panic.

"You think I would liee when I call ya my pretty girl. My Goddess? Mm? Am I a li-ar Y/n?"

His eyes scan your face and force you to mumble a quick, "N-No.."

Joker leaned down to kiss your forehead, both of your eyelids, and then lastly your lips. "No I'm noT, I'm tellin' ya the truth. I don't care if your 'eyelids are stupid'. They belong to my Bunny and my Bunny is perfect. Mhm, wouldn't change a thiiiing." J hugged you close and nuzzled your hair with his cheek.

He hated acting all soft but you needed some sweet reassurance. Your condition made you unique and J loved that about you.

One of these days he would get you to fully embrace your individuality. It would take some time and loads of energy but Joker had more than enough patience to help his Bunny be the best version you could be.

[fuwahua]

For the 3 sentence thing ^^

Lee Tighnari with Ler cyno, lower back right above his tail (ticklish backs need more attention I think ^^)

No pressure to write anything tho, have a nice day/night/morning✨

SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!!!! ヽ(；▽；)ノ Thank you so much for requesting cnnri I love them fluffy bois very much (and your art of said fluffy bois too <3) I hope you enjoy some Cynonari banter !!

WC: 1.2k

Summary: Tighnari's agreed to help out with some commissions in the desert. Cyno's just being a perfectly concerned friend helping convince him to... reconsider.

“Nahahahaha! CyNOahahaha! Stop!”

“Cyno? Don’t you mean Cy-yes?”

“NO!”

Tighnari gasped out before dissolving back into giggles. Cyno’s hands continued to skitter over Tighnari’s sides, smirking when Tighnari belted out another plea of laughter in response. “Wrong answer again, Nari~ Come on, you know what you need to say to make it stop.”

Tighnari’s ears trembled as he shook his head, flailing in his attempt to push Cyno’s wandering hands away. “I-I told ehehehehe you I CahaahAn’T!”

“If you can’t handle this, how will you be welcomed into the desert?”

“THAHAHAHAT DOESNT MAKEHEHEHE SENSE!”

Oh Archons, what a stupid thing to fight over. Tighnari kicked his feet out as he tried to turn over from Cyno, squirming with giggles when those hands wandered down from his sides to his stomach. His jacket had ridden up in their sparring, leaving his bare flesh unprotected, and he shrieked out a protest as Cyno took advantage.

All this for a commission. It wasn’t even his plan! Traveler needed some guidance deeper into Sumeru regarding an Adventurer’s task and asked him for aid—a completely, utterly normal request between them (and, he’d like to add, something Cyno also asked him for all the time). Admittedly he had accepted before even considering the details, at the time more than a little desperate to get away from the strange reporters turning up in Gandharva Ville digging for information about the former sages, and failed to consider the potential heat risks of taking on two separate desert commissions.

Even so. “AhaHAHA Thiiis is ehehHEHEHE OHOhoveheherboard!”

“Oh, you’ve gone overboard? Well, let me get you back on board!” 

Tighnari’s head shakes, arching his back and trying to headbutt Cyno when his fingers dig into his navel. He shouts with laughter, arms quickly huddling together to try to pry those stupid, betraying hands out, protesting all the while.

“I’m telling you, dangerous eremites wander the sand anytime! You’ve got to be prepared, is all.”

“GehehEHEHEHET OFF!”

Cyno yelps as Tighnari manages to shove an elbow beneath him, thrusting upwards with a rush of strength. It’s not enough to dislodge his friend entirely, but there is just barely enough room between them that Tighnari can turn himself around, protecting his stomach.

“T-thehehere! See!” He pants, half-turning to glare at Cyno. “Even compromised, I can still defend myself. You forget that I’m a ranger.”

“And you forget what happened in the Interdarshan Championship,” Cyno tuts. They stare at each other, locked into their own choices partly out of compassion, partly stubbornness, before Cyno smiles. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you go to the desert.”

“I wasn’t waiting for your permission…”

Even though he says that, Tighnari waits for Cyno to get off him. Except, Cyno’s thighs stay tight around his hips, and though he lightly wriggles to remind the other, he doesn’t move at all.

“Uh, Cyno?”

“Yes?”

“I thought you were letting me go,” Tighnari deadpans, sighing. “So, get off me.”

“Welllll… I am going to let you go to the desert. But what kind of friend would I be if I let you go without some training?”

“Cyno, no, I’ve had enou–gehehehhee! CynoAHAHAHA!”

Cyno’s whisper is devious. “Training part one: what should you do if an eremite grabbed your tail from behind juuust like this?”

“THAHAHA’TS CHEEAHAHAHATING!”

“Cheating! How dare you—I’m a TCG man of my word! Come now, you wouldn’t really accuse the Mahamatra of cheating, would you?”

Tighnari shrieks out a wordless reply, hands thumping against the floor as his body is flooded with ticklish sensations originating from Cyno’s nails right on the jut of his tail. He thought he’d been clever by turning around to protect his bare stomach, but the sensation of Cyno’s scribbling hands just over that patch of skin on his lower back on top of the beginnings of his tail were going to drive him insane.

It certainly didn’t help that practically no one ever tickled him on the back, especially not near his tail. The entire ranger unit knew that the area was a no-go in general and any and all attempts to comb their fingers through his fur was a one-way ticket to getting punched. What they didn’t know was that part of the reason Tighnari refused to let anyone near his tail was because he knew just how ticklish he was there and wanted to avoid any accidents at all costs.

Something, of course, Cyno knew all too well.

“Hmm, I don’t know about letting you go to the desert after all~ training doesn’t seem to be going too well?”

“ENOUGHAAHAAAHAHA!”

Archons, he was going to kill Cyno after this. Tighnari’s tail swishes from side to side but it’s impossible to avoid the way Cyno pinches the back of his flesh and spreads out his fingers, making him cackle. Tighnari’s legs kick out, desperate, but besides a few “whoa!” from Cyno, he doesn’t budge.

“I know!” Cyno gasps, leaning over and dragging his nails up up and then down in a long, lazy stroke that has Tighnari arching his back with wheezes, “what if I came with you?”

If he could, he’d smack Cyno helmet-up for putting him through this entire ordeal just to ask to accompany them. Hell, the Traveler would probably jump for joy to have another helper. He could have simply asked instead of tickling Tighnari to pieces.

“Well?”

“FihihiHIHIHAHAHANE! YOU CAHAHAHN COMEHEHEH!”

Tighnari slumps over as Cyno finally comes to a stop, hands moving against his back in slow, soothing circles instead. It still tingles, light ghost tickles that keeps him giggly, but the fau massage does help chasing the last of the sensation away until Cyno hops off him, allowing him to roll over and curl his tail protectively over his back.

“I.. hate you…”

“Aww, you don’t mean that.” Cyno scoots over him, smirk wide on his face. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Two of us S-tier members, we’ll turn the desert into just desserts! Get it?”

Tighnari groans. “Cyno…”

“Desert! Desserts! Two S-tier members.”

 Actually, killing Cyno would be letting him off easy. Tighnari glares at the other, tail swishing dangerously. “Cyno.”

“Okay, just think about it, the only difference between a sand dune and a plate of cavities is the addition of an extra s, so adding me, an S-tier member, to you, another S-tier member, is—”

“Yeah, yeah, real funny…”

“Right?! Hm? That’s weird… you never like my puns unless… Eek! N-nahahahri, nooo!”

“You’re coming with us to the desert right? What would you do if those evil eremites found out just how sensitive your ribs are…”

“WahahAHAHHAIT! MERCHIIHIHIHI!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you get those just desserts.”

[delopsia]

are we allowed to send in whore-flavored prompts? 👀 if not please ignore thiiis ✨💐💃🏽💐✨

what exactly drew these three to one another physically? especially reader, since rhett and robby look alike buuut at the same time they don’t? lmao do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others learn or find out about? are they surprised or endeared? do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get? are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex? what about favorite positions? do rhett or robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming for either reader or each other? does robby have a thing about watching reader

lay rhett all the way down? does robby ever get laid down? would reader ever admit who gives better head? omg would rhett or robby admit who gives better head? do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

and we know rhett’s sensitive, thick as all get-out, and drips like a honeycomb in july, while robby’s a “show-er” who needs a little bit to get goin’... i just lost my train of thought... 😭

are they ever into quickies / just hands and mouths or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds? do they ever have sex two at a time or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present? was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio? *whispers* even though rhett lived with his family in a ranch house that you could probably definitely hear every-fucking-thing in... who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? or even initiate sex even as a whole? do they ever role play? who’s the biggest tease out of them all? i would have said rhett before, but as the story and lore goes on, i really feel like all three have their moments—but you tell me as the mastermind behind it all🌷 i’m gonna be honest i’m low-key running out of ways to ask for sexy-slutty-whoretown, usa headcanons for these three... so, if you feel so inclined, just throw everything you’ve got at the fictional wall (i know it’ll stick) 💖

If I ever turn down whore-flavored prompts, then something is seriously wrong 💃these are all so much fun, omg. I answered this in a more...interview (?) style because I have a lot of thoughts, and it will get chaotic very fast if I don't split them up.

The way in which I've added these asks to my masterlist, so that I can use them as a reference when I write this trio...💃💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿

What drew them to one another physically?

Rhett's general scruffy appearance really truly drew both Reader and Robby in. Scars, calloused hands, unshaven jaw, unkempt hair, and yet somehow so damn clean? Like his hair is always a mess, but you'll never catch him with it greasy. Cleans under his nails and never lets his facial hair get too wild; Cecilia may not be an award-winning mom, but she raised her boys with standards.

Bobby, on the other hand, drew the reader in with his big, clumsy, gentle-giant aura and a sweet, endearing smile that was handcrafted by the angels above. He'll trip over his own feet when the Reader smiles at him and apologize to the snail he nearly landed on.

Rhett was simply drawn in by Bob's voice. He's heard a lot of voices, but there's something so soothing about how Bob's tone and how he slips in and out of a Southern accent when he's stressed or tired.

Both Rhett and Bobby were immediately attracted to the Reader's eyes. It's hard for either of them to describe, but Bobby often says the Reader hides entire galaxies within their eyes. But aside from that, Rhett loves their hands. How soft they are, and how perfectly they fit in his. Bobby's more in love with their nose; something about the shape of it has him wanting to press little kisses to it.

Do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others find out about? Are they surprised or endeared? Do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get?

They learn pretty quickly that Rhett loves being called cowboy, sweet/good boy. Reader and Robby have to be careful with using the term because he's not above jumping their bones in public...they learned the hard way.

Bobby is so into having things whispered into his ear. Reader can be whispering the entire F18 manual into his ear, and he'll be getting hot and bothered. Because it's their voice and little breaths are tickling his ear and all the way down his spine...and maybe that's why they're always whispering something to him...

For the reader, something about Rhett and/or Robby touching their knee really just...does it for them. Bob is shameless about exploiting that, too, because it's such an innocent thing that nobody realizes what he's on about.

Are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex?

Bobby is so good at being dominant in bed? He's known exactly how hard he can push them from the start, and it's such a shocking change coming from him. And who would have ever thought that Rhett could deep throat without breaking a damn sweat...and who could have anticipated that the reader was serious about pegging both of them...

What about favorite positions? Do Rhett or Robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming?

When giving, Bobby loves having legs around him in some way or fashion. Squeezing around his hips, over his shoulders, he loves feeling them start to quiver and react to what he's doing. Receiving, though, he's more of a missionary person; it's intimate and lets him be as clingy as he wants to be. He's got a preference for topping, for the most part.

Rhett's very fond of bending someone over something (Ex. the kitchen table, the couch, the hood of his truck, the damn staircase). He's also very fond of it receiving-wise. But his favorite receiving position is the simple face down, ass up, with a hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him down. Something that really puts him at their mercy. Rhett's truly 50/50 preference-wise, but a lot of days, he's stressed from work and would really love it if someone took control and fucked the stress out of him... *cough* where was I?

The Reader is more of a riding kind of fella. There is nothing more lovely than watching those two fall apart, and both Rhett and Robby are absolutely strong enough to meet the Reader in the middle if their thighs start hurting. I shall leave it up to the reader if they prefer topping or bottoming...

Does Robby have a thing about watching the reader lay Rhett all the way down? Does Robby ever get laid down?

Robby absolutely has a thing for watching Rhett getting laid down 😩 there's just something about watching that cowboy get taken apart just GETS HIM. Whether it be him fucking Rhett into the mattress or laying back and watching the Reader bend Rhett over, he loves it.

But Robby's a little...hesitant? To get laid down by one of them? Not because he doesn't like it, he loves it, but it's so intimate that he gets a little stuck(?) in this soft, clingy headspace that can take him a good day or two to come out of. So it usually only happens when they've got a couple of days with no work or plans made.

Would they ever admit who gives better head?

They're all more or less better suited to certain styles and pacings. Rhett's the perfect pick if you want to go for multiple, very quick rounds because his mouth. Does. Not. Get. Tired. Deep throating? He's your guy.

Bobby's the slower pace. He'll work you up bit by bit, really makes you anticipate it. Who would have thought Bob was good at tongue-fucking...

The Reader is more dynamic. Rhett and Bobby are sort of stuck in their patterns, but the reader fits the mood so damn well. Rushing off for a quickie? A lazy morning with nowhere to be? They adapt to every situation.

But there is a (loving) inside joke that Bobby's terrible at sucking dick because the first time he sucked Rhett off, he gagged and nearly bit him...oops 💃

Do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

Bob had a dream once that he fucked Rhett up against a wall while he (Rhett) was wearing nothing but a short red skirt, and he...has been thinking about that for a long damn time. Reader has had this fantasy card game hidden under the bed for months and isn't sure how to bring it up.

Meanwhile, Rhett can hardly keep his mouth shut when he comes up with a new fantasy.

Are they into quickies / just hands and mouths, or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds?

Quickies are usually the norm around this house. With three of them, there's almost always something going on, so there's a general love for the longer sessions since they tend to be few and far between.

Poor Bobby gets so stressed during quickies because he keeps looking at the clock to make sure they aren't late getting back to where they need to be.

Do they ever have sex two at a time, or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present?

Sex two at a time is pretty common, especially considering Robby can be gone for weeks at a time. It's certainly more fun with all three present, but sometimes someone is just too tired, or they're stuck off at work. Robby being off to war on a deployment can sometimes be fun in the bedroom because Rhett and Reader love to plan entire welcome home nights for Bobby with new and different things.

"Are we sure this strap isn't too big?"

"Well, try and fuck me with it, and we'll find out."

Bobby has yet to find out about the time a weary attempt at wax play led to the sheets being burnt...and that secret will be taken to the grave.

Was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio?

Video chat sex was definitely something that was tried, but it could be a little chaotic with schedules and general life stuff. Rhett was very well known for sneaking off into his truck and parking down in the pasture, where nobody would find him. He's just as traumatized from Cecelia walking in without knocking, as she is.

Bobby had to get very crafty with it when he was on deployments, and a lot of the time, he couldn't talk without risking being overheard. So he was stuck listening to Rhett and Reader whispering dirty things to him and couldn't say a damn thing in return. And boy, did they take advantage of that.

Who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? Or even initiate sex even as a whole?

Rhett. Always Rhett. The man isn't good with tech, but he's a damn menace behind a screen. Rhett once sent an innocent photo from where he was sitting in his truck, and Bob jokingly asked if he was hard or if it was just his jeans sitting strangely. And when Rhett straight up said he was hard, Bob, not thinking, went right to the ol, "prove it." text.

And that's the story of the time Bobby got a surprise video of Rhett's dick while he was sitting at a Wendy's with the rest of the Dagger squad.

"You could have warned me!"

"YOU ASKED!"

They're all equally likely to initiate sex/sexting over the phone, but they have different styles. The reader is subtle, usually using photos or compliments to get the ball rolling. Bobby tends to send offhanded thoughts, like, "All I can think about right now is how you looked in those shorts the other day," and Rhett's just...bad jokes.

Rhett: How is life like a penis? Bob: ...How? Rhett: It sometimes gets hard when you least expect it. Reader: Is this your way of asking for sex again? Rhett: 👍

Do they ever role-play?

They've...tried. A lot.

From cliche doctor roleplays to going out to a bar and pretending to be strangers, they've tried. But someone always winds up laughing and breaking character...usually Robby 😭the poor guy tries so hard to get into it, but the moment things get serious, he's struggling not to crack at the seams, and the other two fall apart right along with him.

Who’s the biggest tease out of them all?

Bobby. You wouldn't think it, but he's figured out all the ins and outs of Rhett and Reader, and he has some damn good willpower. He knows exactly what he's doing, and when he gets called out on it, he bats those big blue eyes and innocently asks what they mean. And nobody can argue? Because he plays it? So well?

Do not let that goody-two-shoes attitude fool you; Bob's a damn menace.

[mickmundy]

bushmedicine. to me

ADFKASDFASDF REALLLLL YOU ARE SO RIGHT!! absolutely.... i think sniper can be a total chatterbox once you get him to open up, but getting him out of his shell would be a bit of an undertaking, even with a few drinks in him! i think he'd also default to talking about his job when he Does loosen up that people think it's the Only thing he's passionate about, which is so not true! his hobbies might be a little bit more "morbid" than the average person's, but i think someone....... like medic............ hehee....................... would actually be Elated to hear about his love for taxidermy (and its Entire Process!), big game hunting, and so on! i've said this before but i think medic would absolutely be hanging all over sniper and Giddily Giggling for him to "tell it again, tell it again!" about how he's slept in animal corpses before! and sniper snickering and being like "well alright, one more time,,, <3" and puts his arm over the back of the booth/chair/bench/whatever they're sitting in and watching medic watch him Intently... letting medic interrupt him every five seconds to ask questions he's already answered, but doesn't mind answering again! EHEEE..

GOD I GOT SO SIDETRACKED FORGIVE ME ;__; BUT YEAS YOU ARE SOOOO RIGHT HUEUHEU..... thank you so much for sending me this, i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to reply!! ;__; i can't seem to figure out how to log into my acct on desktop (i get a "try again later" every time i try. lol) and my phone literally Cannot run the app sl;kdf... i had to type this on my computer and paste it from my phone! BUT WUAAAA ILYYY I LOVE THIIIS ;___; TTHANK YOU SO MUCH MY FRIEND i hope you're having a happy new year!! ^_^ <333

[fandomohana]

UHHH I remember 9, 12, 16, 18, 19 and then random numbers uhhh give meeeee 30 through to 35??? And then any other number you wanna answer!!!! Tell me all the thiiiings🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭💓💓💓

Hi gorgeous. 💙💙💙

09: Do you bite your nails? No. But I do have a bad habit of biting them when they break, instead of using clippers. 😅

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Not that I know of. I'm weak when it comes to sleep. 🤣🤣🤣

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? That's a toughie. Stressed over missing my Parker, tired, a bit antsy cause I have lots of stuff to do, but I'm probably going to nap before I do it. 🤣🤣🤣

18: Are you scared of spiders? Yes and no. Big hairy spiders scare the heck out of me. 😨 Small ones don't bother me as much, but no matter the size, I don't try to purposefully kill any of them. I always try to relocate outside bugs back outside. Small spiders I'll scoop up barehanded, big ones I get something to trap it in, and then release. 😅

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? If it was guaranteed safe, yup. There are so many things from my childhood that I miss, including certain foods. I'd definitely go back, and bring a horde of goodies back. 🤣🤣🤣

30: What’s irritating you right now? Uh, stress, anxiety, my brain? 😅

31: Does somebody love you? I think so. I know my mom does, and my sister. I have some friends who say they love me. Zero romantic love as far as I know, which isn't a surprise. 🤣🤣🤣

32: What is your favourite color? Blue. Aqua blues like my profile picture, and header. 💙💙💙

33: Do you have trust issues? So many, it's not even funny. 🤣🤣🤣

34: Who/what was your last dream about? Um. I gotta think about this, cause my dreams are off the wall ridiculous. 🤣🤣🤣 I also struggle to remember them. 😅 I know Parker coming home was one of my recent dreams. 🥺

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? Probably my mom. She's the only human I interact with regularly in person. 😅

I'm no good at deciding what information to offer, cause I'm never sure what is interesting. 😅 But if you want to ask more, I'm happy to answer. 💙💙💙

[skayafair]

S3 Ep 70 Lux Et Veritas

It's funny how the episodes keep adding pieces of the puzzle but the end questions - if the world was ending and whether Anna was alive and could be brought back - aren't really answered each time. And the coolest thing - it isn't irritating! Do I wanna know? I sure as hell do! Am I mad I don't? Nah, it's fun as is honestly.

One thing that I think I can make an educated guess about based on this episode is that the experiment the Sheridans' dad took part in in Oslow was led by the sme organization that created ISPHA. This much feels obvious, and if I'm right, I'm going to laugh, because that will mean my confusion about "So Ren isn't acting together with Morrison?.." was completely justified, they WERE, although in roundabout way. Also I was right being uneasy about Ren after all. They aren't as far gone as Coldwell, so there's still this confusion - are they trustworthy? They seem nice but also… not? - and I believe Ren will go against ISPHA after all, although maybe not in a direct way. Coldwell's threats to his entire career and guilt tripping weren't an empty sound.

Also, what the hell??? This episode's guy - I'm sorry his name was mentioned like, one or two times, and it took me days to remember Molly's one, ok? - was… "created" the sme way as Sam, with the same question, but there was no water around. Only a train transporting some chemicals. What the ever loving H is that entity??? After Amanita's night visit I started to think that entity was at least party Sam because that was what she lead to?.. And the voice he heard was his?.. But according to Anna's research people have been hearing the same question all over the world for centuries. Although, according to her, it always had to do with water after all. Maybe train was transporting some of it?.. Can this entity transmit through any liquids?.. Thiiis is crazy interesting! The podcast is feeding me SO well 😄

[fangirlanxiety74]

WAAAAA LOOK AT TEDDY!!! HIS WINGS AND HALO!!! 💖💖💖 I LOVE THIIIS

I love the fact that Ted and AM mirror one another as Gods; very ying and yang type of stuff, where Ted creates and AM destroys. God of Harvest and God of Winter/Desolation. Actually I think there is a minor god of cold name Khione (I only vaguely remember her from Percy Jackson so like, please forgive me if I'm wrong) so yk!!!

Thank you for answering :)!!!

woohoo have a question about the Loss of Eden au if it's cool to ask ;0 So, if I remember right, Ted and AM are supposed to be Gods (or at least Ted is). Did AM ever tell him what he's the God of (ie: Hades, God of the Underworld, Demeter Goddess of the Harvest, etc.). What would Ted choose to be a god of? What would AM choose to be a god of?

YES ALWAYS COOL TO ASK :DDD

so, ted is god, capital G, but, yknow, not capable of creation. if ted was able to choose, I feel like he'd be a sorta enjoy being a harvest god, such as demeter. something about the renewal of the earth feels like it would be appealing to ted.

AM hates the idea of a god (cause, creation and shit), but in my mind, if he had to have a title, it would have something to do with desolation; a change in seasons, not concerning the joy of the harvest, but the coming bitterness of the winter.

heres a few doodles of the tedster (bright color warning for the second one)

[askcolorfulxmelodycafe]

This is what happened right?

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(YES- EXACTLY CHEERFUL’S MOOD RN)

(THANK YOU THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT -Mod ACP)

Made by @draline !!!

[jefferoni-quotes]

do you agree with Madison that Alexander shouldn't have gone to that monkey they saw because of germs?

I’m Alexander in this situation. It’s a MONKEY! YOU GOTTA AT LEAST TRY AND LET IT!!

But I see where Madison is coming from :))))))

[ncnducor]

ship ! for moa & mera

↳ send ship! for... / hella accepting / @asynjja

who throws things in a fight? 

purposefully, at the other?? honestly, neither. it might happen every once in a while that mera throws her arms up in frustration, triggering her abilities, causing bottles to pop and liquids to splash about.

who goes to their parent’s house for a weekend when things get bad? 

lmao. yeah, neither, BUT, they keep their respective flats for a good while and use those to hide away whenever things get heated and emotions run wild. once they live together, it’s hot-headed mera, who leaves after ( and sometimes mid ) argument, door-slamming and all, but she comes back, she always does, once things cooled off and she had time to think. she knows when she’s in the wrong or realizes that later on, she isn’t above apologizing whenever that occures, making it up to moa every time ( it’s not like they fight so often )

who wants to have children? who doesn’t? if both do, how do their goals differentiate? 

oooooh, little saga. they both do, it’s a topic that arisies late into their relationship, pops up seemingly randomly, there is no, yes we will have children. no set plan, in terms of when and how and who ( or how many ) but they have a name, saga, a name mera does give her daughter, telling her all amout moa before she musters up the courage to return into her life.

who is more adverse to physical contact?

??? neither? they might pretend occasionally, or complain about the other being clingy, but let’s be real here, the second one of them scoots away, they’re tugged back by the other.

who hates/dislikes their neighbors the most?

mera, definitely mera, mostly because they don’t like her, due to the shit she’s pulled since she moved into the apartment building. moa doesn’t really care, she is indifferent either way, but mera is, well, persuasive, moa comes to dislike their neighbours too, almost by default. 

who hates/dislikes their significant other’s family?

ha, I want to say that moa is indifferent  towards mera’s family ( that mera has no real opinion on moa’s family, goes without saying ), but that changes, once they take mera from her, hate is a strong word, but it fits. mera loves ephraim, whom she eventually considers family of moa’s, of them.

who is most likely to leave when things get rough?

as said before, mera, though she always returns, after she left in the heat of the argument, she always finds her way back to moa’s side.

who thinks their partner turned out a different person than they thought?

well, this one isn’t fair, since technically both feign to be different than they truly are, but I wanna say that moa thinks far higher of mera than she actually is, sees her as the person she can be and eventually becomes.

who is more likely to cheat? 

she would never ever ever cheat on moa, but, mera. 

who is the more experienced ( sexually or otherwise )?

mera v/c: well this one is unfair. moa of course is in nearly all aspecs more experienced than mera.

who hates/dislikes their significant other’s friends?

in this case, neither. as said before, mera loves ephraim, and up until moa, mera did very little to maintain any form of a constant or healthy relationship. if anything, she only had had aquientance, people she could use, one way or another. moa might have met a few of them in the beginning, but they don’t really play a role.

who wants to go to social gatherings the most?

ooh, this one is another tough one, they both enjoy every once in a while, but then that means they need to share the time they have with each other, something neither of them is keen on doing. it’s a tie, I’d say?

who is most likely to be dishonest? 

ha, that depends, I suppose. generally speaking I will say mera, but then they both have their secrets, don’t they moa?

who is more emotionally closed off and how does this affect their partner?

ooooff, I wouldn’t say closed off, I’d say guarded, out of self-preservation and protection?  the desperate attempt to keep it casual lingers, for the longest time, it all means nothing, right? 

who is the dessert person ? 

definitely mera, without question. moa probably has a secret stash of asorted sweets and desserts somewhere, to prevent mera from eating it all at once.mera v/c: I WILL FIND IT!

who is more conservative?

uuuuuuh, moa, maybe? at least beside hot-headed and quite wild mera she seems conservative.

who hates/dislikes oral sex?

lmao, yeah, neither.

[bellafragolina]

You know i am a sucker for thiiis!!!ñ forgive meee!!! Warden Ingo with a bebe?! UnU cute father Bebe moments because you know i want this man to be a dad 😭💕💖✨️

I think we all love papa ingo, but your delightful au and the idea of Ingo parenting a child <3

But instead of just ONE child, why not three?

Reader is referred to as “Appa” here to stay gender neautral

🍓🍓🍓

It’s morning. Early, early morning, and you’re cold. Your personal heater has left the bed, so with a pout, you peek your eyes open in search of the man, ready to drag him back to bed.

Ingo is sat on the floor, illuminated by soft sunlight. His legs are crossed, he’s shirtless, bent forward as he coos and hushes the babe cradled in his hands. You can’t tell which of the three babies it is from your angle.

“Kudari,” Ingo hums, his low whisper answering your question, “Appa is still sleeping. Papa’s here, Papa will cuddle you.”

Kudari, as you now know, whines in protest. Ingo shushes his son some more, rocking him some more and bringing the baby closer. From the nearby cribs, you hear another cry, loud and echoing through the hut. Nobori is awake now too.

Ingo looks towards the crib, poised to go handle his loud son, but you’re already standing. He jolts as your hand brushes his warm shoulder, but doesn’t say anything, still rocking the whimpering Kudari in his arms.

Nobori blinks up at you with sad, silver eyes. He reaches with pudgy arms, knocking Keiko as he goes. She sleeps on, uncaring of her brothers agony to have woken up without parents nearby.

You carry Nobori over to where Ingo sits, and the babe calms once in the presence of his brother and father. Ingo looks at you with soft eyes, cradling Kudari in one arm, the other reaching for you. His fingers, rough and calloused from climbing mountains and handling Pokémon, brush so softly against Nobori’s furrowed brow, easily relaxing the baby.

“I love them.” Ingo murmurs. He pulls back, and lifts Kudari up, pressing a firm kiss to his head. Kudari makes a babble of noises, all seemingly curious instead of sad this time. “All of them.” He bows and kisses Nobori’s head next, making the baby furrow again. You both just chuckle. “Keiko, Nobori, Kudari, they’re all perfect.”

“Of course they are.” You tease, bringing Nobori up for your own kiss to his cheek. He pushes at your face, confused. “You made them.”

Ingo flushes brightly. “Not alone.” He leans forward, kissing your forehead before resting his head against yours. You both admire your squirming sons, listening to them and Keiko breathe in the soft morning. “You helped so much. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, with a kiss to his nose. “We all do.”

And with that, all three babies start to cry, hungry. Ingo jolts, carefully pressing Kudari into your free arm while he races to get his poor baby girl.

You just laugh, carrying your boys back to the bed while Ingo comforts Keiko and grabs the milk kept in the ice box.

It’s funny, watching him bounce around as he holds three bottles. He constantly has to give his daughter kisses else she wails, and her cries hurt him so, you know it. Still, he manages to return to the bed with all everything, Keiko included, not being dropped in his fatherly panic.

The five of you lie down, you and Ingo warming the bottles as your babies whine and cling to one another as they always have. Ingo kisses each of their heads, watching your coax them into eating with tired, dopey eyes.

Your stroke his hair. There’s time to sleep in a little today.

🍓🍓🍓

He’s a good boy! A wonderful father <3

Hope you enjoy!

~Renee

[redheadkittys]

...let me tell you how perplexed i was this morning when i opened tumblr and saw a anonymus ask...to my surprise it didn't contained a question...

...so here's my answer to this "lovely" thing...i'm not really quick to judge ppl but BOI IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS SHOCKED TO SEE AN DICK THEN YOU'RE VERY WRONG😂...shocked no...disgusted very*gag*...if only it looked pretty, i wouldn't had said a thing but bruh😑really???...you're proud of THIIIS and sends it around...wow you must have a very high self-confidence...i mean yeah i've said i like dicks but that was not an invitation and i hope you don't does this also with minors bc if, you and your dick should burn for eternity...so i wish you a very happy fuq the hell off...

...*not only pornbots now we get this kind too*...