#mmmm music to watch boys to

[southernbelllle]

i have freewill so ill put on a bathing suit and red lipstick while i listen to LDR and think about O'Neil and Barnes

[hoshigray]

iillly happy bday bbgggg pls BULLY SATORUUUUU pleasepleaseoHFGOSH

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: THANK YOU AND BET !!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting; you + satoru are juniors - sex in a public space; library study room - breast fondling + nipple play - sex on a table - overstimulation - pet names (crybaby, cutie, pretty girl) - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - unprotected sex (psa: wrap that shit up, kiddos ) - mention of cervix and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

“Ahhaaa! Thhh, shtopp! T’oo fast…!!”

“Yeah, goin’ too fast? Hnnmm, shit…tell that to your hips.”

This is not how this day was supposed to go, but that’s what having a bully in your life is like, right?

Today was one of those days where you’d spend most of your leisure time studying and catching up on upcoming coursework before the weekend, savoring your free days to rest and do some light reading for Monday. So here you were, spending the Thursday evening at the library in a study room you reserved until closing time. Fingers are typing away on your keyboard, putting words to your Word document while taking pieces of your french fries to munch—your study snack from the dining hall. 

And everything was going swimmingly, feeling the groove of things operate accordingly while bumping to your music.

Until your eyes snap to the door opening, and they widen at the sight of the culprit. Snow white hair and round glasses, and your stomach drops. “G-Gojo?”

“Yo!” He chips with a smirk, stepping inside and closing the door with his heel. You could’ve sworn you locked that door, but you’re sure it is now after he does it for you. “I knew I saw you walking out from the dining hall; the nerd is all cooped up in the library. Whatcha up to?”

“I, umm,” your gaze moves to your Word document, not wanting to see Gojo walk to where you’re sitting at the rectangle table. “J-Just, getting ready for a group seminar tomorrow…Need my notes ready.”

The tall boy slides his backpack off and drops it to the chair on the side of the table. His closing the door blinds and striding back to you grows the unsettling feeling in your tummy. “Ehhh, notes? Must be bored.”

“Not really…” It’s challenging to channel your focus on something productive when you watch from your peripheral with every step he takes until he’s behind you. “Just need to answer four more questions, and then I’ll,” your body rigid when he places his hands on your shoulders—there’s no escape now. “…I’ll be done.”

“Mmmm,” he hums and puts his chin to your head. “Working so hard, huh?” He kneads your shoulders and travels down to your arms. “I think it’s about time you give yourself a break.”

“Gojo, please,” pleads teeter out your mouth, yet your futile attempt to stand is refuted.

“Whaaat? You gotta give yourself breaks, right?” He moves his face to your shoulder to whine. “Can’t help a friend relax for a bit from studying?”

You open your mouth to respond, but words don’t leave your lips—a moan is snuck out from his hands, finding your chest. Sneaking inside your shirt to cup and soft mounds behind your bra. “Nnnn, n-no, we can’t…not here—“

“Psshh, you’re no fun, baby,” he coos to your ear, tweaking a nipple for you to squeak. “It won’t be for long, promise. Besides,” you turn to him, his blue orbs seen better from the dark shades now that you’re closer. “No one knows better to care for you than me, right? C’mon, just five minutes, and I’ll go, ‘kay?”

Your stomach has not stopped contorting knots ever since you saw that door open, and now you’re in a dilemma you prayed wouldn’t happen today. Regardless, you only have to give him what he wants, and you can return to work. So, you swallow your pride and kiss him on his soft lips. 

“—Ohhhh, y-you said for fi—Iiiive minutes…!!”

“Hahhh, did I say that? Heh, must be bad with time.”

Deliberately making a supposed five-minute break turn into nearly thirty minutes isn’t terrible with time—just plain ignorant. 

Your laptop, course material, and Gojo’s shades are pushed further into the table, substituting them with your figure to be laid on the edge of the table surface. Your bottoms and panties were stripped to the ground with Gojo’s jeans, your sexes exposed and now joined in the union as he propels his hips to pound into your chasm. Your cunt was a mess, slick, and come mixed and collecting in a soapy ring with the back-and-forth motions of your junior bully. 

The walls of the library rooms aren’t the best, nearly paper-thin to hear convos from one room to the other. You bite your lips to try to conceal your cries, but the curve of Gojo’s dick poking your walls have you screaming silently. “Fuck, pretty girl,” he intentionally grinds his pelvis to your folds, the broken wails egging him on to tease you more. “Scared someone will come and find us, huh? Scardey-cat,” the hands to your wrists pull you in with every rut. 

“Gaaahh, Gojooohhh,” your brows sewn together after the stimulation of your G-spot is hit yet again. “I’m sens’tiveee, go sloooww!”

“Shiiiit, that’s kinda hard when you’re clenching me so hard,” he hisses with a sigh. “Pretty much asking for me to mess you up.”

You shake your head at the brush of his tip hitting your cervix. “Ahaaaa, ohhJesus,” tears well up in your eyes with another jab to your womb.

“Oh, is the lil’ nerd about to cry?” Gojo bends down to you while his hips keep working, his flushed face inches closer to yours, and he wipes a tear with a thumb. “Awww, don’t do that; don’t want people next door to see what’s up with you.” His thumb enters your mouth, your tongue tasting your salty tear.

You sob on his digit, licking his thumb, and more twitches of your vagina come from more grazes on your inner texture. “Nhhooh, ahhhmyGod, good, feels tew goood…!”

Gojo can feel it; you’re clasping onto his length way too much not to notice. He snickers, “Gonna cum, baby?” You nod hurriedly, and he brings his forehead onto yours. “Want me to help you with that?” Too enraptured that you don’t notice him sneaking his hand to your lower half and a pinch to your clitoris has you cry. “Shhh, shhh,” he coaxes to your ear, his thumb swiping on the bud as you sob in parts. “Go ahead, wring me out, you slutty crybaby.”

Another pinch, and you’re contracting around him hard. Your orgasm hits you right there, the hot feeling of your body is washed with a sharp cold that rattles your legs. Hands come and grip the back of Gojo’s long sleeve, your cunt flitting on him as your body jolts from pleasure.

Gojo hurries to pull out and stroke his cock, his seed spilling out to paint your messy slit with the come oozing out from your hole. He throws his head back in bliss. “Shit, that felt good.”

“I,” you are stuck in a daze, yet you try to communicate. “I have to…get back to studyinng.”

“You still have some of those pills from last time?” You nod slowly as he brings his briefs and jeans back on. “Good! Be right back; gonna get some wipes from the restroom.” He then leaves and closes the door on his way out, leaving you cold and helpless on the table surface.

And now you know. Note to self: lock the door whenever you study at the library.

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[steviewashere]

Mmmm...

What if I wrote were!Steve who doesn't abide by normal werewolf rules. Like he doesn't turn in a full moon, he can do it whenever (like a shapeshifter, but can only shift into a werewolf). Except, Steve becomes were! when he's down on himself.

His parents come home, his parents who are also werewolves but have held him away by the scruff of his neck, who kicked him to the curb from their pack. And the hurt that surges through Steve when he sees his parents is so strong that he just...turns into a werewolf.

Steve turns into a werewolf cub for the first time in his life, unsure of who to turn to, unsure of where to go because his parents are there an he doesn't have a pack. He wanders around aimlessly when he can't sleep, he howls all by himself when he's trying to find somebody to take care of him, and he curls up into a little ball underneath the window of a very warm trailer. A trailer that floods with warm amber light, that sounds like heaven late at night—crooning country songs and bluegrass—it smells like homemade meals and fills with peals of laughter. He listens to them sleep. He bites back the urge to howl to this person's music. Sometimes, he stands up on his back legs and peers into the window, just to see what this person is doing. To see what this little boy, around his age and curious and sometimes a little sad, is doing with his day. Falls in love with his nerdy hobbies, how his small voice sounds doing all the voices of a very complicated fantasy book, the way his curls grow messy from his head.

And when he finally comes to know Eddie, he realizes that the trailer he's seen almost everyday is his. He ends up in Eddie's bedroom and hears that same bluegrass music, he sees the same mini figures that he watched a very pretty boy paint some years ago. He eats Wayne's homecooked meals and is reminded of the smell of freshly roasted potatoes and stewed carrots. And he finally feels home.

One day, as he's hanging out with Eddie (just them, nobody else), he tells him that there's a secret he's got to share. And so they sit in warm silence, side by side on Eddie's little mattress. And he just changes. Emerges from his human clothes, not tattered but loose enough on this different form. Looks up at Eddie with big imploring eyes. Licks his hand, nuzzles his ringed fingers. He paces in a little circle so that Eddie can see all of him. And right before he shifts back to human form, Eddie reaches out a tentative, gentle hand and pets him down his back. From between his small, curved ears to the tip of his little fluffy tail. It's the softest and most loving of touches he's ever received.

Eddie just softly says, awed and adoring, "So you were the one I used to see growing up."

And Steve is over the moon that the first person he showed, outside of his parents, was somebody like Eddie. And then Robin sees him, comforted that the big wolf she used to see in her backyard was just keeping an eye on her (starting after Starcourt, but she was too afraid of how it made direct eye contact with her.) The rest of the party members follow suit, each with their own awe and tears and comfort.

But there's nothing like coming home to Eddie and laying by him, curled up and snuffling through his snout, with calloused fingers running soothingly in his fur. To hear him read the fantasy books, do the voices and all. And to just be loved.

To have finally found someone to take care of and welcome him.

[littlelamy]

FIRST!! i want to say your writing is actually what i strive to be able to create, its just sooo mmmm perfect. next, this is gonna be a long requesttt bewareee...

okay so basically , s3 rafe yknow he’s a bit more mature, and he meets reader. rafe immediately just falls over heels for her while reader is just like over men and stuff because she wants to party through her early 20s and shit. whilst doing so rafe is like doing everything he can to get in close proximity with her and she thinks its just weird how he keeps showing up everywhere she goes. this goes on for a few months, and theyve had their fair share of conversations together— and shes not gonna lie. rafe isnt as bad as he seems, but she’s too scared to have to possibly deal with all the same bullshit she’s delt with in the past when it comes to relationships. so she still sticks with her party and get fucked mindset. it isnt until reader ends up going to a party she has no knowledge about with one of her friends to some ‘big ass mansion’ and SUPRISE it ends up being rafes party. the party is starting to wind down, and its near midnight, so reader just says ‘fuck it’ and HAS THE NASTIEST FUCK with rafe.

the morning following she wakes up and is just like “o”. her mind sets on sneaking out of the bed but he catches her in the act, he’s all like noo donnt gooo but reader still ends up leaving with a confused mind and no clue what to do 🙃

i apologize if this is a lot to ask for but if you take this up, thank you SO MUCH!!

notes: not too much!! i enjoyed writing it, so i hope you like it 🤍

you first meet him at the bar. not an unusual thing for a guy like him, all tailored button-ups and slicked-back hair, expensive watch flashing every time he lifts his glass. he's got this energy, like he owns the whole damn room, but the way he looks at you? like you're the only thing in it.

you don’t pay him much mind. you’re here to have fun, to drink, to dance, to forget the bullshit men have put you through. you and your friends are deep into shots and wild laughter when you feel his gaze again—burning, persistent. rafe fucking cameron. you'd heard of him. pogues had stories, kooks had whispers. rich boy, trouble, something about his dad, something about his temper. none of it concerned you. you weren’t looking for trouble, but somehow, trouble was looking for you.

he shows up everywhere after that. not in a creepy way, not exactly. just… coincidental. you hit a club with your girls, and there he is, leaning against the VIP booth like he’s been expecting you. you go to a late-night beach party, and he’s by the bonfire, drink in hand, talking to some people you vaguely know. you go to get coffee, and he’s in line before you, smirking when he catches your eye like he knows something you don’t.

months of this. conversations that start short but stretch longer each time. he’s charming, surprisingly so. not as much of an asshole as you thought, but still, there’s that edge to him, that undercurrent of something dangerous. and yet, you keep your distance. you’ve played this game before, and you’re not interested in losing again.

but then there’s the party. some ridiculous, over-the-top mansion event your friend drags you to, and you don’t even realize until you step inside that it’s his house. the music thrums through the walls, bass-heavy and intoxicating. the smell of weed and expensive cologne lingers in the air. you tell yourself you’re just here to have a good time, that it doesn’t matter that it’s his place, but when you lock eyes with him across the room, something in your chest tightens.

it’s late when you find yourself alone with him. the party has started to dwindle, people slipping away in drunken pairs or passing out on expensive furniture. he’s leaning against the pool table, watching you with that same look that’s been following you for months.

“so,” he says, voice smooth, teasing. “you finally made it to my house.”

“wasn’t on purpose,” you shoot back, but the corner of your lips betrays you, quirking up just slightly.

he grins. “sure.”

you don’t know who moves first. maybe it’s him, maybe it’s you. maybe it doesn’t matter. what matters is that one second you’re trading sharp remarks, and the next his hands are on your waist, lips crashing against yours. it’s messy, desperate, months of tension snapping all at once.

his hands are everywhere, fingers digging into your waist, sliding up your back, tangling in your hair as he pulls you against him. his breath is hot against your skin, lips tracing down your jaw, your neck, lower. he doesn’t just kiss you—he devours you, teeth scraping, tongue soothing. your back hits something solid, a wall, a counter, maybe the pool table. it doesn’t matter. all that matters is the way he presses into you, heat radiating off him, his hard cock already straining against his jeans.

he doesn’t ask, doesn’t hesitate. he yanks your dress up, pushes your panties aside, and sinks to his knees like a man starving. his mouth is hot and relentless, tongue flicking against your clit, lips sealing around you, sucking hard until you’re gasping, hands fisting in his hair. he moans against you, like he’s the one getting off on this, like he’s wanted to taste you for months and now he’s finally getting his fix. you grind against his face, pleasure winding tight in your belly, and when you come, it’s with his name tumbling from your lips, breathless, desperate.

he’s not done yet. he stands, eyes dark, pupils blown, and flips you around. his hand presses between your shoulder blades, arching your back, positioning you just how he wants. his belt clinks, jeans drop, and then he’s there, the thick head of his cock nudging at your dripping entrance before he thrusts in, hard and deep. you cry out, fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick surface beneath you. he groans, low and filthy, hands gripping your hips so tight you know you’ll bruise.

he fucks you like he owns you, like he’s been waiting too long for this and has no intention of taking it slow. each thrust is deep, punishing, his hips slamming against yours. his fingers slip down, circling your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that make your knees weak.

"so fucking tight," he groans, voice rough. "been dreaming about this, baby. you feel even better than I imagined."

it’s too much. the stretch, the pressure, the way he takes and takes like he can’t get enough. you’re unraveling, coming again, and he’s right behind you, hips stuttering, a growl tearing from his throat as he spills deep inside you. he stays there for a moment, breathing hard, before pulling out, fingers dipping between your legs to push his cum back inside.

"not wasting a drop," he mutters, smirking against your shoulder. you’re wrecked, ruined, shaking—but God, you want more.

you wake up in his bed, tangled in silk sheets that smell like him. your head is a little hazy, your body sore in the best way. reality creeps in slow and unwelcome. you’re not the kind of girl who does this. not anymore.

you move carefully, slipping out of bed, searching for your clothes in the dim morning light. you don’t even make it two steps before his voice, thick with sleep, stops you.

“wait, why are you leaving?”

you freeze. he’s watching you, eyes heavy-lidded but sharp, like he knew you’d try to run.

“oop,” you jump, surprised and already on edge. “this was just—” you gesture vaguely, trying to make it seem casual, insignificant. “fun.”

his jaw ticks. “right.”

but he doesn’t argue, doesn’t stop you; the look in his eyes says this isn’t over.

not even close.

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[meo-eiru]

Hihihiii :3 Hope you're having a great day author!

This is my first direct interaction in this website generally speaking, so what better way to start than rambling my head off about the twink slutty baby? YES. Lavi. That cute whore that's been on my mine for a good while now...I want to kiss him, want him to cuddle me so bad grrrr I want to rim his pretty ass and use it as my only life source for the rest of my mortal existence. I want to follow every single one of his instructions on how to please him while he guides me with that shit eating smug grin '>:3'. I totally see him as a power bottom, riding my strap effortlessly while he pins me down telling me how much of a pathetic virgin I am and how fortunate I am to even be touching him, how lucky I am that he's willing to teach me how to make him feel good, how he'd laugh once I'm exhausted and he keeps nonchalantly bouncing still with his endless incubi stamina...MMMM...But also, I want to hit his ribs each time he throws an annoying tauntrum, or make him whimper each time he breaks something expensive, I want to sneak into his phone and watch just all the dozens of porn he has in his gallery along with his search history, I need to make him cry so hard until we're both doubting who's the real pervert here...I NEED to peg him. I NEED to spank his cute jiggling ass until it's red and sore. I need to make him deepthroath my strap and perhaps give me head. I NEED to grope his cute small chest and nurse on his rosy nipples while he tries to make a teasing remark only to be interrupted by his own lewd moans. I NEED to watch how all that lube and cum slowly leaks out of his puffy hole with profane sounds while spreading his supple asscheeks further apart as he whines and mewls begging for more. I NEED to cuddle him from behind while I finger his thight whorish asshole, I NEEEED to give him some genuine, gentle love-making while kissing his pretty face and cooing sweet nothings into his ears while he grabs onto my neck thightly saying shamelessly how good it feels.

I want to give him goodnight kisses on the forehead, cheeks, nose, eyes, tummy and finally his soft lips. I want to feel him clinging onto me with his limbs (and tail of course) while we sleep, even better if he craddles my head on his chest. I might even forgive his murders if he promises to be a good boy with a pretty pout even though he'd probably be crossing his fingers behind his back. I want to do each other's hair and nails. I want him to listen to the music I listen to (Rabbit Hole by DECO27 would be SO him). I want to see his deadpaned and disdainful face when I tell him all my bad jokes. I want to go out with him at those aesthetic cafés and buy him everything he wants even if I won't be able to buy anything else for a while. I want us to get matching couple cheesy things. I want us to do lovey dovey stuff together and maybe a kiss that doesn't end up looking out of a hentai. A wholesome one. I want him to live on my lap. I want him to try make him wear decente clothes from time to time. I want to see his reaction once my mortal life comes to an end. (If he cries and gets depressed he'll look so pretty but if he laughs he'll also look so pretty). I want to show him off to my friends even if I know he's probably the type that types 'uwu', ':3' or 'nya~' either satirically or not. I would bear the cringe for him. I want to send him memes and reels and, overall, just hear his laugh because I'm sure it would be gorgeous just like him. <3

He literally lives rent free in my mind this is a call for help. I crave for more Lavi content.

I'm not horny. You are.

Anyway, thanks for the constant posting! I love how you write your characters and draw/paint! You're one of my favorite artists. Eat well and have a good day/night. :)

Oh my dear GOD this was a ROLLER COASTER

I don't even know where to start. Alright so first of all, this is so deliciously written omg??? You made me put Lavi on a plate and eat him I bet he'd taste like cake. The contrast between the wholesome parts and the extremely unholy parts were crazy I felt like I was in a car that randomly speeds up and down

Rabbit hole is indeed very Lavi, the animation fits him so well as well. If I knew how to make them I'd definitely draw a Lavi version. And yes he's definitely the type who'd type "uwu" and ">:3" unironically

THE DRAWINGS ARE SO CUTE AS WELL!! HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE LOOK AT HIS CUTE LITTLE FACE AND CUTE BUTT

[fallloverfic]

Finished the second season of Castlevania: Nocturne and loved it! Spoilers below.

Angry boi PROTEC HIS MAN!!!! Just his running to Mizrak, so worried. Even interrupted his revenge. I just love that his serpent form came back T-T And multiple times!!!

The fight scenes were so good!!! Just so many amazing ones!

ALSO WHAT DOES ADRIAN MEAN NOT THE FIRST TIME YOU SAVED MY LIFE???? I AM-!!!!

(So happy they know each other and I think it's hilarious my fic could potentially be a prequel now alkdjalkdjaljdalj)

Everyone cute. Annette and Richter were just awww. Glad Edouard and Annette get to stay together, and Edouard can go home and get his bass player :3

Also so many gorgeous Adrian bits. Truly. Him coming out of the river was so mmmm. Also loved all the magic he got to use XD And the music was fun!

Also loved all the Egyptian stuff. The soul count was a little... (I was like why are you saying just 2 or 3, there's more than that...?), but apparently the # of parts has changed over time (it's not just 4 or 5) and it's you know, vampires during the French Revolution, so sure, whatever. The trip to Duat was fun! And Ammit's form was pretty cool.

Poor Tera. Bye Emmanuel, no one misses you.

Loved that we got some dragon fighting. Also that the dragon didn't die. Was worried. Though I will say, Sekhmet punching it was kind of funny aldkjlaj I felt sort of bad when Juste, Richter, and Maria were all boosting its breath like, "That can't be too comfortable for the dragon..."

Just think it's funny we have animated Robespierre joining forces with the son of Dracula to defend Paris from a crazy Hungarian serial killer noble who believes she's the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian goddess lol

The return of Drolta was really fun. I was sad she was in so relatively little of season 1. This was really great.

For historical things, I appreciate that they referenced how folks in France sold and bought food to watch executions. I also appreciate the reference to the trend of European obsession with eating mummies.

I will be thinking about Mizrox's future. I feel bad I'm mostly happy Olrox survived the season lol I like Mizrak just fine, and I like that Olrox likes him, but my priority is Olrox, not Mizrak, sorry lol Clearly they have some things to work out XD Should be fun (for someone, I hope). Someone else pointed out they never talked about the animal/soul stuff, and it was kind of just... Mizrak getting over it (or side-stepping it) and not apologizing to Olrox about it. And Olrox just... kind of accepting that the guy he's in love with is like this. I think it's funny that after having written You reluctant demon back in 2023, where they do have a conversation about it, I completely forgot it as a thing I wanted to happen lol Cause in my mind the matter is settled. Like the show, quite frankly, feels like neat fanfiction to me at this point (that's not what it is, but that's how my brain works, it's part of why I wasn't as anxious about season 2 releasing as I was for season 3 of the first series releasing). It's great in all the things it does, amazing stuff I never could have thought of, which is far better than a lot of the stuff I did in my fic (and those fight scenes, dang). But yeah, I do agree, they should have talked about it. And they don't. And it's... mm...

Another thing is that Mizrak maybe still has some racism to unpack. There's that line Olrox has about when his people were massacred by the Spanish, and Olrox says, "And our terrifying gods could do nothing to save us." And Mizrak replies, "Perhaps your gods were the problem," and it's like what the fuck Mizrak lol I don't know if it's part of his struggles with his own faith, which is very obviously happening, how if a god exists, they're allowing all this stuff to happen, that Emmanual failed so hard, and believing in a god - which is his issue - is causing so much of his issues (it's making him believe his affection for Olrox is false, that Olrox doesn't have a soul, and/or it's not saving him from what he believes is a wrong attraction, idk). Or, from a semi-logical standpoint, that Olrox's people were attacked because they weren't Christian, and that the Spanish wouldn't have attacked Olrox's people if they were Christian. Or simply that "well it's your fault for not being Christian", I have no idea. It's a weird moment. We have really not moved past the "animal" conversation all that much. Olrox is very, very forgiving. And I am way more forgiving because I forgot I resolved most of this in my fic over a year ago lol I don't know, relationships are messy, I enjoyed what I saw of them. Olrox running to Mizrak's side was a lot and I loved it. The way Olrox is like, "I thought you wanted to know" killed me.

ANYWAY though... it was a good season. Really, I liked it.

[xxladyballadxx]

Touches and Kisses

Richter Belmont x f! reader (SMUT)

⚠︎ MINORS DNI ⚠︎

Summary: Richter makes love to you for the first time, showing how much he adores you. The two of you become very lovey dovey to each other while lovemaking.

An annoyed Maria shooed you both off, telling the two of you to get a bloody room. So Richter, your charming man, grabbed hold of your wrist and took you to his bedroom. You giggled innocently. Tera shakes her head while washing off the dishes as she secretly chuckles with a smile. 

You cracked an endearing laugh, watching Richter lock his damn door so nobody comes in. He then joyfully tackles you to bed, tickling your neck with his sweet kisses. “Heavens, Richter! You can be such a boy sometimes!” you bubbled, your cuteness driving him crazy. Laughing so adorably. He continues to peck your neck, “You forget that I’m a man now, (Y/n)! You’re so bloody adorable, my sweet dove. It makes me happy seeing you smile. I love to hear you laugh like that” 

This action caught him off surprised when you cupped his face and spoke in a very quiet, soft voice “Well then, Belmont…Why don’t you take off those clothes of yours and perhaps you would like to hear something…very harmonic?” 

Now this made Richter all embarrassed but he smiled warmly anyway, “Only if you’re ready, (Y/n).” You gave him a reassuring little nod. So Richter takes all of his clothes off, you turned very red as you watched him. 

He helped you with taking off your corset, untying the knots. Gentle kisses pressed to your shoulder as he does it. Richter slides down the top part of your dress while you’re on his bed, kissing you wildly. He began to play with your breasts, moans coming from you were like wonderful music to him. He planted his two fingers in the opening of your g-spot, circling around. “Oh, Richter…” more stimulating noises escaped your lips, drowning into his touch.

Holy Heavens, he’s actually very good at this.

“Allow me to show you much I fucking love you, my sweet dove.” Richter’s sexy voice had your heart racing to a rhythm. He kisses down between your breasts, making it straight down to your very wet spot. 

Richter hooked his hands onto your thighs, devouring your sweet juiciness. His tongue swirling inside your fanny. 

“Fuck…mmm…Ah!” your hands gripped the back of his head, holy sounds bouncing across the room. Your entire body felt electrified, being flooded by the feelings that you never truly felt before.

Finally, it was Richter’s turn to be eaten like a dessert. He spread out his legs confidently, motioning you to put your mouth onto that cock of his. You licked it first in a slow motion, making it towards the tip. The moment begins to heat up in such a sensation when you hold his cock with one hand, opening your mouth onto it. Your head swifting up and down, savoring the taste of him. 

“Ahhh, (Y/n)….you're very fucking good at this…mmmm…holy fuck…” Richter crooned, his erotic moans sending you off to heaven. The two of you were filled with so much joy, this is what you both wanted to do for a long time. This is the chance where you two passionate lovebirds get to cherish the moment. 

You laid down on your back, breathing out heavily with sweat. Richter inserted his sweet dripped cock into your cunt, your insides twisting. “Ahhh! Oh fuck…mmm…please fuck me, Richter! Please fuck me good!” You pleaded, moaning loud like a naughty kitten. Cries of joy crawling onto your face. 

“Oh how I fucking love you begging for it, my sweet dove..” Richter murmured as he pressed a quick soft kiss to your lips, starting with a slow thrust and then speeds it up afterwards. You moved your hands onto his back, digging your nails into it while you felt your wobbly body melted gracefully, into a spiral of lust and ecstasy.  Your sweet sounds of harmony drove Richter very wild, like a madman but in a good way. 

Richter sped up a bit more. His whole sweating body rocking onto yours, reaching for the final climax. “Oh baby! I’m going to cum!” feeling the little amount of hot, pure milk dripping out of your anus.

“Cum for me, my love!” Richter shouted in excitement, “Fucking cum already!” 

He gave a good smack to one of your buttcheeks. The tone of his cocky voice led you to making more pleasurable moans, as you entered your goal. You cummed, tensing up as you squirted out that nice, warm liquid across the silk. Richter slowly dragged out his cock from your sweet spot, wanting to lie down next to you. 

“Are you alright, my love?” Richter caresses your reddened left cheek. You smiled at your silly man, giving a light kiss to the side of his forehead, “More than alright, Richter. That felt absolutely bloody amazing. I…I never felt this much…joy in my life…ever.” you placed your hand onto Richter’s bare chest, your head falling onto his shoulder. 

“I’m the same, love. I will never forget this special moment we had together..” Says Richter in a soft, loving tone, hooking his arm under so you can lean on it, “I love you so fucking much, (Y/n).” 

“Love you too, Richter.”

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As the starlit night falls graciously, you and Richter had a wash together, getting rid of that smell of sex. That way Maria doesn’t complain about it during dinner. Tera, however, seems to know what you and Richter were up to. 

At the night of dinner, Richter made his little adopted sister very irritated and uncomfortable when he began to flirt with you mischievously. Tera couldn’t help but laugh. Maria gave a little kick towards Richter’s leg underneath. 

“Hey!” Richter gave her a small frown as Maria stuck her tongue out, blowing a raspberry. You covered your lips and laughed. “Alright, you three, eat your food before it gets cold.” Tera commanded them. 

You cleared your throat, continuing to put food in your mouth. Annoying Maria once more, Richter gave a slow swift kiss towards your cheek that caused you to jump a little. Maria stabbed her fork into her meat annoyingly and scowled, “Really?! Right in front of me, you wanker?!” 

Richter died laughing, you rolled your eyes at his intolerable behavior but secretly smirked while facing away. Tera shakes her head with a small disappointing smile. 

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Richter nuzzled up to you close in his bed, watching you sleep peacefully. He lifts his hand to caress your head in a gentle motion. He loves when you sleep by his side, it eases him. 

You are his greatest gift of all and he will never let anyone have you.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

(A/n) - I'm so sorry for rushing this! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Still not very good at writing smuts these days. However I actually kinda enjoyed writing this. I was listening to Collide by Justin Skye (Solo version) while writing this, kept making up fake scenarios with Richter for some reason.. (づ_ど). I hope to write more of my hubby in the future, probably not a smut one since I'm shite at it.

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

[pimosworld]

Sorry I am going to send you like 500 asks <3

💌 with my boy Blue? (maybe some smut/fluff?)

Pairing- Blue Jones x reader

Summary- Blue likes to dress up his dolls

CW-18+, NSFW, MDNI, Dom Blue, Sub reader, pet names, owning, Male masturbation, Cum play, Cum eating, established relationship

WK-1.3k

A/N- I don’t know what (came) over me. Don’t look at me. Blue is a little ooc because he’s relatively nice in this and obsessive of course. I haven’t written for blue in so long and this was fun.

Dress you up

“Spin for me doll.” Blues sultry voice cuts over the low jazz music in the den playing on the record as you model another outfit for him. Your legs wobble a little in the heels that you aren’t used to wearing and the red lace top is a little scratchy on your skin. The black frilly bottoms just barely cover your ass

  The only thing giving you a boost of confidence is the way he’s staring at you like he wants to devour you. He’s sat lazily in the leather chair, legs spread as he palms his growing bulge over his slacks. 

  “Mmmm…I don’t know about this one.” He says as he watches your face drop in embarrassment. “No honey it’s not you, you look amazing as always. It’s just.” He gestures up and down your body. “This doesn’t suit you.” 

  You didn’t exactly know what he was looking for when he had you parade around in the various outfits he’d got you for his valentines gift. You were never one to disappoint so it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hide your anxiety building inside as you stripped down. Piece by piece, one after the other. As exciting as it was in the beginning, you just wanted him to give you that look. The one that said you’d done a good job for him. 

  “There’s one more in the bag sweetheart.” His smile widens as you obediently pull the straps down on your top. Undressing in front of his eyes like he instructed earlier. “I have a feeling that one is gonna be the winner.” You could tell this was all a game for him. It always was and he played you like a fiddle. It didn’t matter what he said or did, you would do whatever it took to make him happy. A part of you realized throughout your relationship how much you craved the innocence and the control he had over you. You’ve lost a small part of yourself to the notion that playing dumb for him makes you look weak to others. Right now you don’t really care because he’s weak for you. 

  You slowly step out of the high heels to steady your footing. You glance up at him for approval but all you see are the black of his eyes as he takes in your top less appearance. Your panties come off next as you hear the distinct sound of the clink in his belt. He tsks under his breath when you lean into the bag. “Turn around.” A slight lilt in his voice, not quite a warning but a reminder that you forgot one of the rules. 

  “Sorry.” Your voice comes out a little ashamed at your mishap. 

  “Nothing to be sorry for baby, we all make mistakes.” 

  Your back is to him as you lean forward pulling the royal blue teddy from the bag. The front splits into a v and ties around your neck like a collar. He lets you pause, mesmerized for a moment as you play with the silky fabric between your fingers. “It feels nice doesn’t it?” You nod in agreement even though he can’t see your face. “That’s how you feel to me sweetheart.” 

  Your body is flush with heat at the compliment. He was nice but never this vocal about it. Something about him tonight was different than you’ve ever seen him. Like he was intoxicated by you alone. 

  It takes you a moment to work out the straps and ties but you finally manage to get it on. You can hear behind you the life sounds of his hand working himself over his cock as he groans under his breath. You don’t even know if he can tell how hard he’s breathing or the leather creaking under the weight of his movements. 

  Your eye catches something else in the bag, blue matching the teddy and a sparkle in the light. You pull out a matching thing with his name on the back in diamond letters. It’s cold to the touch and you can feel the goosebumps raise on your skin at the prospect of how it will feel to bear his name. He wants to own you. 

  It’s surprisingly comfortable given the lack of material as you pull it up your thighs. You turn to face him a little flustered at the sight in front of you. The front of the fabric is already soaked as you try to tear your eyes away from the wet slap of his hand gripping himself, you can tell it’s too tight as he staves off his release. “Jesus Christ doll…you’re a sight.” His voice breaks a little at the end and he clears his throat to regain some composure but you both know he’s already too far gone. 

  “Crawl.” An instant command, a stitch of control still in his grasp. You take a moment too long to obey as his eyes twitch up in annoyance. You wince a little as you drop to your knees and you don’t miss the way his breath hisses in excitement at the look in your eyes. He swallows hard and fiddles with the buttons of his shirt with his free hand. 

  His hips lift off the chair as you approach on hand and knees like a cat in heat. You can tell when he’s close and you don’t know how he’s managed to hold off for this long. A trickle of sweat down your back to match the one trailing down his face. He bites down hard on his juicy lips trying to elicit some pain to keep his mind off the sight of you, a picture he’ll paint on the nights when he’s alone. You on your knees for him, with his name in so many ways adorning your body. 

  He stands abruptly when you’re finally between his thighs. He’s never let himself look a mess in front of anyone but you. The way his hair is out of place, his makeup running down his face and his pants around his ankles. 

  You want to reach out and touch him, his shirt splayed open  revealing his soft belly. His boxers pulled down slightly exposing his thick thighs and his hard cock in your face makes your mouth water. On any other night he’d have you choking him down while you spluttered and coughed, spit and cum dripping down your face while he called you his ‘good girl’. Right now you know he wants something else and you wouldn’t dare disrespect his wishes. 

  He takes his strong hand, caressing the back of your head gentler than his body lets on and for that you’re grateful. He’s all incoherent babbles as he looks down upon you with a carnal gleam in his eyes. “I’m gonna paint you like a portrait honey.” He grits out between his teeth as he fists his cock in your face. 

  “You’ll ruin the outfit.” You say regrettably and you know he’s taking mercy on you tonight. 

  His hand comes to your throat as a warning, squeezing slightly. “I’ll ruin it because I bought it.” A glimpse of the real blue cuts in. It's Pavlovian the way you rub your thighs together at the dominant, cruel side of him. 

  He lets you go as you suck in a breath of air, just as he releases himself. He’s panting above you as his come paints your face and your chest. A desperate whine you’re not sure you’ve heard before leaves his lips as hot ropes of his spend drip into the silky fabric. His fingers smear it up your chest as he admires his work. Tapping your lips gently as he catches his breath. “Open.” You quickly oblige as you swirl your tongue around his fingers tasting the salty remnants in your mouth. His free hand undoes the bow in front holding it all together. 

  He gently cleans you off with the silk teddy leaving you in just the thong adorning his name.

  “You’re perfect…and you’re all mine.”

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: Slices of Life 2

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable. More silly snippets that don’t fit into any particular fic]

[Word count: 445]

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“Oh god, Niffty, where did you get that?”

“Oh, yes! Harder Daddy! Mmmm!”

“I found it cleaning Lucifer’s room. Oooh, a new bad boy showed up!”

“Oh no, you brought friends? Good thing I’ve got enough hands to go around.”

“In Dad’s room?!”

“Hey doll face, whatcha watching? Oh, my greatest dicks collection!”

“Oh my gosh Angel, I’m so sorry, Niffty said my dad had it. I’m going to talk to him right away.”

“Aw, fuck, Niffty! That was supposed to be a surprise for Luci! I gift wrapped it and everything.”

“It was a spider web themed ribbon. I thought it needed cleaning. Wow, that’s a big one.”

“Mmmmph, oh yes! Stick that huge piece of-bzzzt!”

“Nope, we’re done with that. Angel, no handing out porn in the hotel.”

“You’re such a spoilsport Vaggie.”

————

“Alastor.”

“Lucifer.”

*five minutes of staring and forced smiles ensues*

“You’re looking decidedly disheveled today. Wake up on the wrong side of the swamp?”

“No. My darling and I are simply having difficulty sleeping with our new neighbor playing with squeaky toys all night.”

“Hey! First off, I’m creating art, asshole. Second, I’m on the other side of the building from you!”

“Did you think these ears were for show? I can hear everything that happens in this building.”

“Then I recommend you invest in some earplugs. Unless that’s too modern for Mr. Radio Demon.”

“Lucifer.”

“Oh fuck! Y/N don’t sneak up on me like that. Y-you okay there?”

“Lucifer, if I have to spend another night of my husband bitching over whatever nonsense you’re up to, I will shove a stiletto into every squeaky thing in your room. I do not care if it’s alive or not.”

“…Fine, I won’t make anything squeaky after midnight.”

“Splendid.”

————

Following this, Lucifer starts putting rubber duckies all over the radio station. He creates multiple that activate effects at different triggers. These include:

Squeaking whenever it hears a scream

Dancing Gangnam Style at 2:56 pm daily

Blowing soap bubbles every time Alastor mentions Vox

Squeaking every 66 minutes

Swimming in teacups

Making sexy poses every third day

Yelling “Th-th-th-th-th-that’s all folks!” at Alastor’s sign off

Snoring during jazz music

Y/N sends back all the ones they find on a cutting board, pinned by stilettos.

———

“Huskiekins, did any of the booze survive the fight?”

“Only the shitty stuff.”

“Well, it’ll still get us drunk?”

“It’s lime flavored light beer.”

“Fuck, I know we’re in Hell but that’s cruel and unusual even for here!”

———

“Lucifer.”

“Alastor.”

*five more minutes of staring and forced smiles ensues*

“Whatever you two are doing, can you not do it right in front of the main doors?”

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Taglist: @whitewolfsoldat @edgyboi10000 @ch3sire-blu3 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @bengewatch @chewbrry

[mytdpblog]

My Season 7 thoughts while watching (spoilers below obviously🤭)

Episode 1

-Ethari looks so good!!!

-"You're stuck with me now" ahhhhhhhhhh Rayllummmmmm

-Terry my beloved

-Soooo is Aaravos just gonna stay that big?💀

-Omg Soren and Callum hug my heart broke

-I want to hug Ezran so bad

-Bite of an arch dragon can kill Aaravos.... Mmmm interesting

-Aaravos just turns himself into a mountain??? Lmao okay

-"sunfire always hot" LMAO

-I MADE A PRIMISE TO THE HUMAN I LOVE AHHHHHHHH RAYLA

-SECOND KISS AHHHHHHHH

-Knew Ezran wasn't gonna react well to Runaan and honestly valid

-Yay Astrid go help!!!!

-Kosmo wtf do you know😭

Episode 2

-hate Rayla and Ezran fighting

-KISS RAYLLUM AHHHH FOREHEAD TOUCH AHHHHHH

-"that was salty" lmao

-Omg Callum saving Rayla and Runaan fuck

-Jesus fucking Christ Callum betrayed Ezran jfc adahsgsusdhhd I am not okay

-Terry better not fucking die

Episode 3

-Ezran and Janai parallel fucked me up

-That Claudia and Terry kiss was adorable

-Aanya is so smart and wise I love her

-Fucking knew she was pregnant lmao why not

-Oh god those weapons are cool but Zyms face :(:(

Episode 4

-Omg that Runaan and Ethari reunion stop🥹

-"My home is where you are" WHAT IF I JUST DIE😭

-Oh fuck you Aaravos that was horrible

-Damn those Moonshadow elves are harsh

-Family hug!

-My god that music was so sad....

-Terry taking care of the baby birds I CANNOT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LET ME GIVE HIM A HUG

Episode 5

-Ohhh had a thought Terry might go to Ezran but kinda as a joke but omg love that👀

-Callum taking care of kids.... This won't end well💀 and yeah I'm speaking cause I know kids and work with them sooooo good fucking luck to Callum

-LMAO NOT SOREN GOING BIG BROTHER MODE ON TERRY💀

-Those elf kids are menaces afajasghsgshs

-NOT THEM TALKING ABOUT CALLUM AND RAYLAS BABYS I CANNOT💀💀💀💀

-CALLUM WANTS TO HAVE 10 BABIES WITH YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK

-Another rayllum kisss ahhhhhh

Episode 6

-Oh no ..... That reflection of Callum.... Fuck

-That evil Callum gives me Void Stiles istg

-Omg Soren and Claudias mum😭 I bet it's Lujannes illusion

-Oh fuck no Callum do NOT use dark magic FUCK

-Fucking knew it was an illusion..... Fuck

-Arrow through the throat holy shit

-Trapping Aaravos like that..... Lets see if that lasts lol

Episode 7

-Ahhhh everyone getting help!

-Knew Claudia got to Akiyu before Callum

-Runaan saving Callum omg😭

-Mage fight mage fight mage fight!!!!

-Callum with the staff.... Claudia left it for a reason for sure FUCK

-AVIZANDUM??? FUCK

Episode 8

-Karim fuck you dude

-Lmao I was thinking Aaravos would crush him as a joke💀💀💀💀 sorry not sorry I laughed

-Damn rip Rex Igneous

-Rayllum kiss☺️ two kisses!!!!

-Callum is so gonna use dark magic and I am so ready and scared at the same time

-RUNAAN IS GONNA KILL CALLUM???  THATS WHAT HE TOLD HIM????? OH THIS IS SO GOOD BUT IT HURTS OMFG NO NO NO I LOVE AND HATE THIS HOLY SHIT

Episode 9

-Oh shut the fuck Rayla no omg but yes but no omg😭

-MY HEART FOR XADIA😭😭😭😭

-Omg Avizandum has dark eyes and if he bites Aaravos he could kill him and thats what Astrid said is the prophecy omg pls let it be true and let Callum live

-OMG CALLUM HAS WHITE HAIR FUCK

-Nooooo not Zubeiaaaaa

-Wait did all those dragons die???? The ocean one??? Jfc

-I am so not ready for the Callum and Ezran talk

-Yayyyyy hug🥹🥹🥹🥹

-ZYM JUST TALKED??? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH THAT'S A HELL OF A VOICE

-Okay okay I knew him saying that he'll return in 7 years and 19 days wasn't a random thing...... If we get the 3rd arc it would be about that right? Also 7 year jump..... Holy fucking yes

-Everkind is so cheesy I love it so much

-But also where the fuck are Ethari and Runaan

-Yeah also Claudia where did she go

-Oh god she is gonna wait too

-Oh boy Ezran and Runaan

-Ahhhhhh Ezran and Rayla hug stop😭

-No..... There is no fucking way...... Harrow is not in the fucking bird like the fan theories said💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY ADAKSGSJSGSJDHD

-Omg rayllum date?👀 It better not be a proposal lmao

-"You know what I love about you? Everything" STOP BEING CUTE FOR FIVE SECONDS😭

-KISSSSSS

-Leolas last wish...... Why did they have to do that to me????🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

-IS THAT A RAYLLUM DRAWING OF THEM MORE GROWN UP??????

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chpr 16

⚠️ Erm, not sure what to tag this as...fluffy whump angst? Mainly fluffy!

Timeline starts as memory and ends in the present. Hope you enjoy!

💚💛👨‍🏫🚒🐦‍🔥

Night fell on Tracy Island, and Virgil flopped down onto the cool sheets of his bed. Training had gone well today, despite the odd hiccup; Tam taking to the jet-pack like a duck to water. Jonesy...well, he flew with all the finesse of a drunken penguin. Luckily, the med-scanner had reported no injuries, but for a bruised backside. The merciless ribbing (as to be expected from good friends) was decidedly more painful.

Virgil smiled.

Jonesy had just batted the jokes right back. The firefighter had a good sense of humour, and a thick skin - another vital trait in their line of work. It was like having a second Gordon about the place, which was in equal parts a blessing and a curse.

His piano, for starters; having been somewhat neglected since their guests arrived, had acquired a fine layer of dust. Gordon, of course, had wasted no time at all in scribing messages on its hood.

What's the difference between a piano and a fish? You can't tuna fish!

Jonesy had laughed way too hard at that; and just a few short hours later, another dad-joke (of equal cringe-worthiness) followed. Only, this time, the handwriting obviously not Gordon's.

Why did the GDF arrest Virgil?

Because he got into treble!

Virgil sighed.

"EOS, please can you add piano polish to the shopping list?"

*. *. * .

Virgil drew idle angel-patterns in the fresh bed linen; savouring the luxury of being able to starfish in his king-sized bed after training...well, they weren't really recruits anymore. They had all integrated so well with the family, that it was nice to think that he'd been training friends.

Mac...Mac was quite quiet; that was until he and Brains started chin wagging about Star Trek.

I mean, he liked Star Trek as much as the next person, but those two must have mastered the ability of breathing through their ears. He'd never seen Brains talk so much!

And though he often opted out of their tedious-Trek-talks; it was wonderful to see their resident engineer, and friend, so animated.

Virgil was roused from his thoughts by the strumming of a gentle Spanish folk song; the lilting melody drifting through his open balcony doors.

Someone was humming. By process of elimination; he knew it to be Tamara. It was a female voice, and he had heard both Grandma's and Kayo's over Comms enough times to know that it wasn't them. He padded quietly over to the balustrade, taking in the night air as the music played on.

It was a beautiful night; the father stretches of ocean so tranquil; the surface glittered with dark starlight.

Virgil rested his head on folded arms, watching the seafoam gather and fade along the shoreline.

Usually, all this beauty went unseen. After back-to-back rescues; he was lucky to see a glimpse of his pillow before sleep took him. He sighed contentedly, and the music suddenly stopped.

"Oh God! I had no idea anyone could hear me! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to keep you up!" Tam set the guitar aside with a musical thud.

"No, no, please! Play on! I was really enjoying that," Virgil leaned his head over the balcony.

"I'm really not that good. I-"

"How long have you been playing?" Virgil stalled her from disappearing back from her balcony and into her own room.

"Erm...ever since my mum passed, so that's...six years - but it's all self-taught," Tam flustered shyly. It was the first time Virgil had seen her out of her comfort zone.

"That's really impressive. And...I'm sorry about your mom. We lost our mother, Lucy, when we were just boys. Time doesn't make it any easier, does it?"

"No... but I guess, those who are lucky have, or find others to live for," Tam sighed pensively.

They both stood silently for a moment, lost in memory and deep in thought.

After a moment, Virgil gently cleared his throat.

"Do you like stars?"

"Stars?"

"Mmmm."

"Yes. I mean, especially here. They're so vivid and... ethereal!" Tam enthused.

"Well, if you can spare ten minutes; I'd love to share something with you. You can see it best from the Comms balcony," he gestured.

"Oh...I mean, sure?"

"You don't have to. It's nothing really. I-"

"No, no! I'd love to see," Tam assured, seeing that whatever he was referencing, held a great deal of meaning to him...whatever it was.

"Cool. I'll meet you up there in five."

*. *. *.

Tam found Virgil already waiting outside of the Comms room.

He greeted her with a genuine smile, before turning his face to the tapestry of stars in the near-midnight sky.

“Okay. I'm no John, but you can't have two spacecase brothers without learning a handful of constellations,” Virgil waved vaguely.

“Mmm. I bet.”

"Erm...Do you know many constellations?” he queried, not wanting to patronize another potential spacecase.

“Erm, well...that one over there's the North Star.” Tam pointed to the brightest light gleaming proudly in the sky.

“That's…actually Five. John's obviously overdone his teeth whitening gel.”

Tam snorted as she laughed.

“Spoken like a true brother.”

"Alright...so you'll have to use your imagination...like, a lot..." Virgil smiled.

"Cassiopeia, can you see her?"

Virgil guided Tam's hand up to the constellation.

"Angle your head slightly. It's a..."

"M?"

"Mmm hmm. Now, Auriga - that's your O." He guided her wrist as she traced the shape.

"Bare with me for the next one!"

"Okay."

"This is where you'll have to really use your imagination. You see Gemini - the twins?"

"Erm...yep, got it!"

"Okay, forget their top halves.

"Said no guy ever."

"It's all about their legs." he winked.

"Look..." He guided her hand once more in the final shape of an M.

"Mom."

"Mmm hmm."

Tam hummed appreciatively; the loveliest of smiles forming on her face as she gazed on the astral wonder.

"It really is beautiful," Tam mused.

"Beautiful," Virgil agreed, watching her smile.

Quietly, Tam began humming the melody from earlier, and the palms gently swayed in the light of the moon.

*. *. *

Virgil roused.

Grandma!

He made to move before the rest of his senses had even come back online.

Pain was the elicited result.

He hissed and a gentle hand was felt at his shoulder.

"You're okay, I've got you, I've got you."

The voice was familiar but conscious thought still eluded him.

Everything hurt.

Thinking hurt.

Just then, the voice began humming a familiar tune that filled his darkness with starlight.

[bunnakit]

4 minutes ep 1 raw reactions

idk if i'm gonna delve too deep into this and do my normal analysis so for now i'll just type up my raw reactions as i'm watching lmao.

the title sequence is fucking stunning, obsessed.

ooh he has a maine coon. rich boy maybe? expensive cat and nice apartment.

i really enjoy that the heartbeat sounds in the elevator scene sound like a heartbeat heard through an ultrasound. very interesting.

but umm. if you're having severe chest pain and trouble breathing please see yourself to the hospital my friend???

oh ok definitely a rich boy, hello fancy car.

AAAAAA BAS, IT'S BAS, LSKJGAI MY LOVE, GOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD

the music in this show is fucking gorgeous but like... also why so dramatic

ok so korn: transport -> investments (secret operation??? tf?) and they want great: university -> transport. got it.

ooh 12:39 okay i see you.

ooh 12:43 ok, 4 minutes, i'm listening.

OH. OH DON'T RUN THO

also like why was there a pedestrian in there???

OH. OK. INTERESTING.

i also hate that great initially ran bc now it's gonna take so much for me to like his char, which i'm sure is the point but still (；′⌒`)

aah. okay. i understand. it seems like she didn't want to do it tho. like yeah maybe suicide but... kinda seemed like suicide under coercion? or some form of intense external pressure.

HOLY SHIT JOB. THEY LET HIM OUT OF THE BE ON CLOUD VAULT. RUN BBY YOU'RE FREE.

HE'S SO THIN??? BBY ARE YOU EATING OKAY? i mean good for him if it was healthy and what he wanted tho.

this other doctor is so fucking hot tho who the fuck are you sir god DAMN. jaw for days.

ooh those dark spots on the ultrasound look like internal bleeding.

OH I'M SO SEXY AND SMART.

sexy doctor why shifty eyed??? i have a weird feeling about him. ok his name is tyme. as of rn we do not trust tyme.

more gorgeous music tho.

oh don't twirl your scissors like a douche.

he's got dead eyes and not much for facial expressions, he's freaking me out.

ew you don't even know your patient's name??? I DO NOT LIKE HIM SAM I AM, I DO NOT LIKE TYME EGGS AND HAM.

ok i dont like tyme but i WOULD like to see him and job's character fuck nasty. i am not immune to yaoi propaganda.

GOD BAS IS SO HOT I CAN'T GET OVER IT. I'VE MISSED HIM SO FUCKING MUCH. i love bible a lot but bas is everything to me. i used to reblog the same picture of him everyday. that's my sweet cheese, my good time boy, my rotten soldier.

oh i don't like this set up tho. this feels human trafficky. or like a no way in no way out. mmmm baby what do y smell is it death? OH LMAO IT'S GAMBLING. same thing kinda.

korn seems sensitive to smells, or maybe just smoke. he's just like me fr.

oooh curly hair girl isn't here to gamble, she's here for info of some kind.

OH BOYFRIEND TIME. OHHH OH I GET TO SEE BAS KISS MEN. LIKE I KNEW BC I SAW THE GIFS WHEN IT FIRST STARTED BUT UGH. I WAS NOT PREPARED. FUCK HE'S SO HOT. I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS. HELP.

the fact that he opens up to his boyfriend and talks about his troubles as much as he reasonably can o(T ▽ To)

oh my god get OFF HIM there's no way your refractory period is that short.

not a huge fan of how korn came over, dumped his issues, had sex, and left tho. not great.

obsessed with this asymmetrical collar of great's shirt tho.

yeah i do love that no one fucking asks if great is ok, how he's doing, etc. he just went through something horribly traumatic and he could've been hurt, like. yuck. and his mom seems sweet but the fake sweet, like saccharine.

ooh why does his watch say 11:00??? something's gonna happen, huh.

fuck bas has an fantastic ass. i know we saw it but it somehow looks even better in those pants, my god.

7:13...

ugh i love brothers that can only be (mostly) themselves around each other. i really hope that's the direction this is going. two gorgeous gorgeous men on my screen, just an absolute feast for my eyes.

omg wait. wait. korn doesn't like the smell of cigarettes and he doesn't want great smoking. is there cigarette trauma? or does his dislike of cigarettes come from his concern for his brother's health?

OH facial expressions from tyme!! what a little grandma's boy.

11 am....

exploring the psychological depths of near-death experiences. the '4-minutes' phenomenon.

INCHRESTING. was manee coerced into suicide by someone trying to obtain a real time test subject for this phenomenon???

ooh he took the stairs today.

4th floor... 1:10 (13:10)... room 4... 1:11 (13:11)... ran into tyme outside room 1... at 1:14 (13:14)...

so in theory is each cardiac event he's suffering technically a near-death moment which is triggering the 4 minutes phenomenon where he has an out of body moment where he can see future events???

oooh he ran into him again. perhaps to show some things are simply inevitable?

damn the end sequence is gorgeous too.

fuck. i might be obsessed. uh oh.

god damn it sammon, you got me again.

wait so back to when it was 7:13pm... 19:13... 9+1=10, 3+1=4 so more 1s and 4s ₍ ˶•̀⤙•˶ ₎ hmmm

idk if i'm cooking or burning the kitchen down but i'm excited to find out

[sunshine-tattoo]

watched a jurassic park marathon last night and it got me thinking.

I would love a remake of the original film but it is a dark comedy from the dinosaurs' perspectives.

like we open on the island with the Velociraptors being moved in their crates and its all serious and there's the claws and then ominous music and the screaming.

then suddenly the screen pauses and a cheerful, girly voiceover begins.

"yep. that's me. my name is claw and I'm a velociraptor. You're probably wondering why I'm trying to eat this construction worker. Well to answer that you'll need to learn a little about me and my family."

*cut to footage from the egg hatching lab*

"my sisters and I were all born here in this lab. these tasty-looking humans in white coats over there are called sea-un-tusses. they made us using blood from bitey bugs. *camera pans to Doctor Wu* that one is dr. wu. he's my favorite. I heard some of the worker ladies call him yummy and I could not agree more. Though how they got to taste him I have no idea and he never liked it when I tried to taste him."

*scene shifts to the raptor enclosure*

"this is my house. I live here with my two sisters, fang and talon. they are older but I'm the biggest. there used to be more sisters but when I came in I didn't like them much. so i ate them."

*cut to a cow being lowered into the enclosure*

"Oh boy! Lunch time already!"

*horrific screaming sounds*

"Mmmm nummy nummy moo moo."

*cut to Mr. Hammond talking to the scientists*

"This is Mr. Hammond. He is the alpha of the human pack here. I don't know why. he seems old and can't move very fast. The real alpha should be this guy: *pan to Muldoon* he is much cooler and always talks about what a clever girl I am."

anyway yall get the idea lol.

the t-rex occasionally gets to chime in and talks about how the day the fences went down was the best day ever because she got to chase cars and run free and eat people.

honestly I could probably make this as a parody vid in photoshop and I just might.

[rabarbarzcukrem]

Black Rose Musical save me

So they're starting with Mikage's backstory? Interesting

Actually, I wonder how they'll go about showing that Mamiya was Anthy all along

Mamiya doing that quick spin with Anthy, and then Utena with Tokiko...

I love the "Burn" song, it does a good job at setting the mood for this arc

Ok we're getting a reminder of Utena's story and what happened in the previous musical

I love the way Saionji tosses his hair lmao. Cunty. And how he runs away with that pathetic "UaUaAaaaa!!". he's such a loser

I like how these musicals really want us to associate "the princess was wrapped in the scent of roses" not necessarily with Dios, but with Anthy. She appears every time this line is sung

Ooooh even during the "on the previous episode" part, Mikage and Mamiya are already watching everything from the shadows

Btw, Mikage's voice sounds really similar to the original in my opinion

The parallels between Mamiya and Anthy are so clear, "if you say so, senpai" = "if utena-sama says so"

Akio being introduced so casually when it's obvious that he's super important to the plot also reflects how it happened in anime

Utena/Anthy and Mikage/Mamiya parallels..Mmmm delicious

I looooove how the whole cast is gradually presented (one relationship by one) and then at the end there's Akio with Anthy. Such an amazing way to show the way all these relationships connect and mirror each other

This musical's theme song being about light, mirrors and never letting go of something that might seem like an illusion...huh...

The scenes simultaneously happening on the stage impact each other - Akio is talking with Utena in the tower, but at the same time pushes Kozue towards Miki. Only a stage adaptation would be able to portray it this way

Wait....No kanae?? :((((

Holy shit Mikage's songs have such a creepy sound with the choirs in the background

(Also Mikage pushing Miki, imitating what Akio did to Kozue)

THE ROSE STABBING SCENE. Intense as hell

The contrast between Kozue entering her Dark Era and Wakaba whining about exams lol. Isn't that a perfect encapsulation of the spirit of RGU. The tragi-comedy of it all

The choreography !!

I wonder if there's any significance to the fact that when the cast is standing still singing zettai unmei mokushiroku, Anthy is copying the dance moves of the supporting dancers

The fact that Black Rose duelists have the same skills as the members of the student council showed by having both of them fight Utena at once?? Clever

Also, power of Dios possessing the sword showed by Dios literally fighting alongside Utena

Shame that Kozue didn't do that dramatic falling on the ground thing after her rose got pierced

The egg being called "a cage of freedom". That's a nice way to put it

Saionjeans appears!!

I love shiori already

I can't remember, does Shiori call herself a prodigal daughter in the anime too? Either way that's something I'll be thinking about for the next few days

They did the blood sucking scene 👀 while Shiori and Juri's gay shit was happening 👀

Shiori thinking Juri was reaching for the boy, when she was actually reaching towards her...

Akio walking with the same posture as Touga did... HMMM

They even managed to keep the water motif !

Shiori's horrified expression when she sees her picture...The actress is too good

SHIORI AND JURI FIGHTING SCENE

How did they manage to make them even gayer??

Shiori and Juri taking off each other's roses AAAH

I love that Nanami consistently breaks the fourth wall, it's a perfect thing for her character to do

Wakaba screaming after being stabbed was so heartbreaking...

Akio throwing away that hair clip in the exact same way Touga did with Saionji's exchange diary. Once again: HMMM

Wakaba singing the lines from the first musical about the book she'd read, but this time with her voice breaking, on the verge of crying. I can't stand this

Saionji and Wakaba both singing about a prince on a white horse - Saionji mocking Utena by this, Wakaba actually idealizing Saionji. God, it works so well

Wakaba's duel broke my heart. The actress is so good at capturing the desperation and sorrow in her voice

For the first time Akio is implied to actually have been the one to give Utena the ring...and the way he grabs the supporting dancer and shoves him to the ground. He gives off such sinister vibes

The friendship song is both hopeful and sad because it proves what Akio said - Wakaba had her moment of happiness and specialness but then she had to go back to her normal life of the supporting character. And also because of the fact that while Wakaba and Utena keep singing, Anthy had to go meet up with Akio.. So even though it's heart-warming to see them spend quality time together, none of them really understand what the others are going through

This killed me

"Do you have someone important to you?" And we see the duelists with their black rose counterparts

I almost feel like Mamiya in the flashbacks has slightly different mannerisms that the one in the present impersonated by Anthy.

Mamiya with the candlestick literally SITTING on the COFFIN

"Is (Saionji) going to waltz his ass back in here?" Lmaooo

Did I just imagine it or did Mikage slash Utena on her arm, similarly to how she injured his arm before the duel

Is "Imaginary living body" playing?!?!? Hell yeah!!!

Mikage actually seeing Dios helping Utena fight? Interesting! That's something I didn't expect

I loooove the curtain falling and revealing the projector. That's what I mean when I say that a stage adaptation brings the best out of this anime. There are so many fun visual things like this

I think this arc must have been incredibly difficult to pull off in this form, without being able to do quick cuts and transitions that could be shown in the anime. But they did such a good job! Actually, they kept surprising me with clever ways of adapting the themes of the show to fit this adaptation. I was constantly impressed

The last thing left to say is. PART 3 WHEN

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 62)

Series List

Y/n's pov

Everything after Max was a blur. Steve somehow got us all in the car and drove us back to Nancy's. We made sure all the kids were good and then Steve and I were cuddled up on the arm chair. We talked for a little bit, trying to get a hold of everyone in California in case they had any ideas and waited for Nancy and Robin to get back. When they were back, we filled them in on what happened with Max and they let us know what happened with them. After the long discussion we all thought it was best if we went to sleep and regain our energy.

"Hey, Dustin, this is Eddie the Banished. You there?" I hear through the walkie talkie. I groan and little and shift on my chair, which was Steve's lap. He groans as well but I shush him and quickly get off. "Dustin, can you hear me?" I hear again through the walkie. I look over to Dustin to find him still sleeping. I shouldn't wake him. He really needs his sleep. "Dustin? Earth to Dustin?" Eddie says again. I quickly pick up the walkie and move over to the table. "Hey, it's Y/n," I whisper, hoping he doesn't just ignore me.

There's a small break of static before Eddie says, "Hey, I'm gonna need a food delivery, like, real soon, unless you want me going out into the world." I panic a little and quickly reply, "No, no, please don't leave the house Eds. Stay there and we'll be there as soon as we can." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, um... can you pick me up a six-pack? I know, it's stupid as shit, drinking right now, but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves," Eddie asks. I look behind me and notice that the couch is empty. "Hey Eds, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to call you back," I rush and turn the walkie off. "Nancy! Nancy!" I yell, shaking Nancy's shoulders. She groans and glares up at me. "What the hell do you want?" She asks. "Aren't you meant to be on Max watch?" I ask her. She rolls her eyes but nods. "There where the hell is she?" I ask her, getting more annoyed. "She's right there. A second ago. I swear, I just dozed off for..." She says but realises that Max is no longer laying on the couch. She looks down at her watch and her eyes grow in shock. She looks back at me and whispers, "an hour."

I groan and we quickly stand up, heading up the stairs. We head into the kitchen and find Max still at the table with her headphones on. I sign in relief and walk over to her. "Morning guys!" Karen greets us. "Everything okay?" She asks us after we don't answer her. "Yeah. Yeah, everything's okay." Nancy replies. "I think it's so sweet that you guys are sticking together like this," Karen says, putting some pancakes on a plate. "Could try sticking together at a different house for a change," Ted says. I roll my eyes but don't say anything, walking over to Max on the table. I sit down next to her and see a bunch of coloured drawings all over the table.

Max notices me next to her and stops the tape, pulling her headphones down. "Hey," She whispers. "Hey. You okay?" I say back, moving a little closer to her. "Just couldn't sleep. People kept blasting music in my ears, for some reason," Max tells me, looking down at her drawings again. I chuckle a little and she continues with, "But Holly let me borrow some of her crayons. We've been having a fun morning, right Holly?" We look over to Holly but she continues what's she's don't and says, "Mmmm-hmmm." I look back down at the table and ask Max, while moving one of the drawings closer, "Is this what you saw last night?" "I mean, it's supposed to be. I though it'd be easier to draw it out than to explain it, but... not so much." Max explains to me. "Is that...?" I start to ask, moving another drawing that seemed to be of Chrissy and Fred in front of us both. "It was like they were on display or something. And then there was this red fog everywhere. It was like a dream. A nightmare," Max explains to me. "Do you think Vecna's just trying to scare you?" I ask her. "With Billy? Yeah. But when I made it here..." Max tells me, pointing at the drawings. "I don't know, something was different. He seemed surprised, almost. Like he didn't want me there." Max continues to explain to me.

I look confused as Dustin, who randomly moved to the table with Nancy, says, "Maybe you infiltrated his mind. He invaded your mind, right? Is it that big of a leap to suggest you somehow wound up in his?" I look at him and nod, thinking about everything that we are learning about. It is weird though. How did Max end up in his mind if he didn't want her there? "Like Freddie Krueger's boiler room," Dustin adds on. "Freddie Krueger?" Holly asks Dustin confused, causing me to laugh a little. "He's a super burned-up dude with razors for fingers. And he kills you in your dreams," Dustin explains to her as child friendly as he can. "Dustin. Seriously? Nancy snaps at him. "Yeah, not like that Dustin," I whisper to him, looking over at Holly's scared face. Dustin looks at her and realises and says, "Sorry. It's a movie. It's not real." "Just... think about it. What if you somehow unlocked a backdoor to Vecna's world?" Dustin asks, looking back towards the three of us. He picks up a drawing and continues, "Like, maybe the answer we're looking for is somewhere in this incredibly vague drawing. God, we need Will."

"No shit. But I tried them again this morning, and it's the same busy signal." Max explains to us. Nancy seems to get idea and reaches over to grab a drawing. "Is this a window?" She asks, showing Max the drawing so she can answer. "Yeah," Max says. "Stained glass with roses," Nancy tells us. I look over and see that exact description on the drawing. "Yeah. See? I'm not so terrible after all," Max sasses to Dustin. "Yeah, well, it helps that I've seen it before," Nancy tells us, ruffling a few of the drawings around. She starts to fold a few of the drawings and move them around until it starts to builds a house. "It's pieces of a house," Max stats as Nancy starts to draw a black outline onto all the papers. "Not just any house," Nancy tells us. We all looks confused at her while she places the last piece of paper down. "It's Victor Creel's house," She tells us, standing up from her chair. "Where you going?" Dustin asks around a mouthful of food. "Waking the others," She says, walking towards the basement door. I quickly get up and run after her as well.

We walk down the stairs to find everyone down there still very asleep. I walk over to Steve but Nancy beats me over there. I scoff quietly but move over to Robin instead. I gently shake her and move a piece of hair out of her face. She groans but opens her eyes. "What time is it?" She asks as she goes to wipe her eyes. "No clue, but we need to go." I tell her, helping her still up and stand. "Where are we going?" I hear Steve ask loudly. I look over to him to find him looking at me in questions, rather than Nancy who is standing right in front of her. "We need to go to the Creel house," Nancy says, seeming to be slightly annoyed. He nods down at her but looks back at me. I smile at him and nod, motioning to the door. "Why don't we get everything ready and head out when we can?" I suggest. Everyone nods, and we gather what we can for the journey.

Sometime later

"This place is so creepy," Robin whispers as I pull up to the Creel house. I look out the window and say, "Yeah." We get out of the cars and start making our way up the stairs that lead to the Creel house. "Yeah, that's not creepy," Steve says, all of us stopping and looking at the house. "Let's get this over with," I say, grabbing Steve's arm and dragging him up to the door. When we get to the door, Steve starts to pull nails out of the wood. I stand on the other side to get the nails out as well. "What exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?" Steve asks as he throws a nail behind him. "We're not sure," Nancy replies. He looks at me for conformation and I nod. "We just know this house is important to Vecna," Nancy continues for him. "Because Max saw it in Vecna's red soup mind world?" Steve asks. "Basically," I say, getting a "Great," in response.

"Maybe it holds a cluse to where Vecna is. Why he's back. Why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for Max." Dustin adds on. Steve and I look at Dustin but then turn to each other a little more worried again. "We don't think he's in here, do we?" Lucas asks, looking at all of us. Max answers him, "Guess we'll find out." I shiver a little but continue to help get more nails out of the door. "Ready?" Steve asks after a second, getting ready to get the board down so we can enter. I nod and we both let go of the wood, it falling and almost hitting the kids, Robin and Nancy who are behind us. As the wood falls, we find ourselves face with an old door with a glass stained window in the middle of it. "Well, this is it," I whisper to myself as Steve tried the door. "It's locked," He whispers after shacking it a little. "Should I knock, see if anybody's home?" He asks us. "No need," Robin yells, causing Steve and I to turn to her confused. She stands all smug and holds up a brick saying, "I found a key." I laugh and move out of her way so that I don't get hit.

Robin throws the brick right in the centre of the window, leaving behind and almost perfect hole. Steve looks through the hole and then carefully puts his hand through the glass and unlocks the door so that we can all come inside. He pulls his hand out and pushes the door open, causing it to screech. "God I hate that noise," I whisper to Steve, getting a nod in reply. Steve steps into the house first, whistling but the rest of us walk in almost straight away. We all slowly walk through the start of the foyer, looking around to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. "Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill," Lucas mumbles to us after trying to turn on of the lights in the doorway. We all start to turn our flashlights on as Steve asks, "Where'd everyone get those?" Dustin looks at him confused and gives him attitude while asking, "Do you need to be told everything? You're not a child." Steve looks at him in disbelief while I softly laugh at the interaction. "Thank you," He sarcastically says while I pull out another flashlight from my pocket. "Here you go Stevie," I whisper and pace it over to him. He smiles at me and takes the flashlight slowly from me.

I start to make my way around the house like everyone else but don't get far before Steve is grabbing onto my arm to stop me. "What?" I ask him, confused why he would stop me. "Go with Robin," He tells me, nodding over to where Robin is. I look at him confused and ask, "Why can't I go with you?" He smiles at me and steps a little closer. "You know Dustin. He'll probably start to start something again. I don't want you to have to deal with it if it can be helped. I nod, still confused why he'd not want me with him, and move over to where Robin and Nancy are starting to head. Nancy looks at me confused and annoyed but doesn't say anything. She turns back around and we start to make our way through the house.

"They just left everything," Nancy says as we look into one of the many rooms in the house. "I guess a triple homicide isn't good for resale value," Robin say back. "Yeah, wonder why," I say before starting to walk further into the house. "Hey guys," Max calls to all of us. We all turn towards her as she asks, "You all see that right?" In front of her stands an old grandfather clock. The grandfather clock that Max saw when she had her visions. Nancy walks away from us and walks closer to Max to ask, "Is this what you saw? In your visions?" Robin and I walk behind her as well, taking a closer loo at the clock as well. "I mean, it's... just a clock. Right?" Robin says, looking between Max, the clock and I. With no response, Robin moves past Max and cleans some of the dust from the clock glass. She turns back to us all and says, "Like a normal old clock." "Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?" Steve asks us all and adds on, "Maybe he's, like, a clockmaker or something?" I smile at him trying to work it out but Dustin sarcastically tells him, "I think you cracked the case Steve." I lightly smack him in the back of the head which causes him to glare at me while Nancy says, "All I know is the answers are here. Somewhere." "Alright, we need to split up. Make sure you all have a buddy, no one walk around this place alone," I tell everyone, all of us starting to split up and walk around the house.

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching 99 Problems

Welcome to “Abomination Boys are Hot: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e17: 99 Problems.

Sam and Dean get help fending off some demons chasing them in the form of an anti-demon roadblock and some locals who seems to know Enochian. Turns out an entire small town has turned into demon hunters, led by a pastor and his daughter, who appears to be a prophet. But things start looking hinky pretty quick, and when Cas shows up, he’s got the skinny on the preacher’s daughter: she’s the Whore of Babylon and she’s turned the town into a cult. She can only be killed with a special stake wielded by a servant of heaven, which Cas says rules both boys right out (Dean because he’s stubborn and Sam because he’s an abomination). But in the end, Dean is able to gank her, then he takes to the road in a snit to see Lisa and, essentially, tell her goodbye, I guess? Oh, and Cas found a liquor store and drank it because he’s bummed about God turning out to be a deadbeat dad.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

Lor:

that looked like he had a clutch and I SWEAR Baby is an automatic

  Mace:

huh

  Lor:

how come THEY never thought of a holy water cannon

  Mace:

RIGHT?!

  Lor:

"those were demons and this is the apocalypse"

  Mace:

omg this dude thinking he knows more than our boys

  Lor:

Dean's little eyebrow raise

  Mace:

sit down, kid

YES

  Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

daaang the shotguns in church

  Mace:

it's what bwings us togevah today

  Lor:

HAAAAHAHAHAHA

  Mace:

seems bout right for the midwest

  Lor:

"you missed a few" LOOK DUDE

"someone's telling you somethin"

  Mace:

“angels. awesome.”

  Lor:

"the angels, awesome"

YES

  Mace:

HAHAHAHA

  Lor:

"snappy little exorcism spell"

  Mace:

boys, this feels like a cult. run.

  Lor:

he is SUS

YEP

  Mace:

YEP

“but you are the cutest”

  Mace:

jesus, Dean

HAHAHA CAS

Bleak, Dean. BLEAK.

  Lor:

he needs to simmer down

I love Cas not understanding tech

  Mace:

YES

  Lor:

"downright pious" DEAN WINCHESTER

"our Father in heaven" "not so much"

  Mace:

HAAAAHAHAHA

  Lor:

I kind of want to elbow him for being that way in church but he's NOT WRONG

  Mace:

I am completely fine with him being that way in church. Church is dumb.

  Lor:

haaaahahahaha

I... generally feel like if one is in someone else's church one should keep one's correct mutterings to oneself, but. Still. Yeah

was the music dude on vacay this week? what is this?

  Mace:

HAHAHA right?! weird soundtrack

  Lor:

when it's SO BAD like this I always wonder if it's some rights things or something and mean to go check my DVDs to see if it ALSO has terrible music but then I can't be arsed

oooh somebody has a crush on Dean...

"one more time, you can drive" I believe Sammy should be driving a lot more if that is the rubric, DeanDean

Ooooooo YES

  Mace:

yeah my suspicions are the same about the rights to the music

HAHAHA right?!

but that’s just Dean flirting

  Lor:

see, if you drink beer and have crushes on men, you get killed by a demon

  Mace:

YUP

  Lor:

LADY. HOW? is it their fault?

  Mace:

plus, Dean can’t get close to people because they get kilt. Or worse.

EXPELLED

  Lor:

has she clocked the queerness or is she just... whatever?

  Lor:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHA

  Mace:

she’s just a mom who lost her son. i’ll allow it

  Lor:

mmmm. okay, I'll concede that. I'm just super not down with these folks

  Mace:

no i’m not either and she’s annoying. but still.

not nearly as annoying as prophet princess here

  Lor:

RIGHT?

get outta here with your chaste shirt ruffles

  Mace:

HAHAHA

  Lor:

"outlawed 90% of your personality." now, now, Sammy

  Mace:

HAHAHA he’s not wrong

oh DEAN

  Lor:

oh come on, Dean's personality is AT LEAST 15% unfortunate male 20th century authors he's read

  Mace:

SNORK!! fair point

  Lor:

Dean, honey, this is not the answer. the answer is a lake house with Cas

  Mace:

YEP

  Lor:

"you're chosen." "more like cursed" that IS what being chosen is, Dean. you should know this

  Mace:

right?

  Lor:

NONE of these people had a nanny, come on

Mace:

snork!

  Lor:

"I'm just pretty sure God stopped caring a long time ago"

I love that for them it is not a question of belief in his EXISTENCE it's belief in his goodness

  Mace:

ooof

Sammy is cute when he gets his panties in a twist about cults

  Lor:

yeeeeeah, it's a cult. YEP, Sammy, nail on the head. fundie bullshit

LOLOLOLOL he IS

"since the angels got the only lifeboats on the Titanic" oh, Dean

  Mace:

poor DeanDean is so done

  Lor:

he really is

he needs a little lesson in faith. in himself. from Cas

  Mace:

ope, playing the little brother card. nice one, Sam

  Lor:

LOL

  Mace:

YAS

  Lor:

"it's past curfew" in that little bitchy voice. I love him

  Mace:

YASYASYAS

snitches get stitches, Leiah

  Lor:

god this is fundie cult 101: do what we say otherwise you won't see your loved ones in heaven. I HATE IT

LOL

  Mace:

YEP

  Lor:

OMG DRUNK CAS

  Mace:

AND I DRANK IT

HAHAHAHA YAS

  Lor:

"I found a liquor store. AND I DRANK IT"

  HAAAAAHAHAHAHA

"she's not a prophet"

I love his attitude

  Mace:

“then what is she” figure it out, Sammy

YES

  Lor:

gee, Sam, something bad probably

"need a hand, padre"

  Mace:

“what country is this?” Canada, obvs, based on how that guy just say ‘sorry’

YES

  Lor:

HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

"now you're standing against the flock"

  Mace:

OOOF

  Lor:

Jesus ben Joseph is TWIRLING in his... well

HAHAHA

  Mace:

ON A BENDER

HAHAHA

  Lor:

"you all right?" "yes, it's not my blood" and he CLEARLY isn't all right

YES

"it... is not of import" haaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha

  Mace:

YEP

  Lor:

SOMEONE GET CAS SOME WATER

"the whore of Babylon" "that's catchy"

  Mace:

HAHAHA

  Lor:

IT'S FUNNIER IN ENOCHIAN

  Mace:

“it’s funnier in enochian"

HAHAHA

  Lor:

YAAAAAS

"innocent blood spilled in God's name" 

OOOF

"pimp of Babylon" DEAN

  Mace:

SNORK

  Lor:

ope "the greater good" time to bounce

  Mace:

YEP

“sam of course is an abomination"

  Lor:

"not you. or me. Sam, of course, is an abomination"

CAS

DUDE. be nicer to your brother in law

  Mace:

that’s alright. abominations are hot

  Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHA

okay, you all, you are ALL sinners! have none of them done the reading?

  Mace:

Lor, you’re making the rookie mistake of thinking that religious people in groups use any sort of logic or thinking processes

  Lor:

grumble mumble

I was just thinking this is kind of a remarkable little bit of commentary on American fundamental Christianity

"and you're an angel of heaven" "poor example of one" Cas! you're the best of all those bastards

  Mace:

YES

lookit the boyfriends bonding over their shitty dads

  Lor:

YAAAAS

and shared ibuprofen

  Mace:

YES

  Lor:

sharing ibuprofen is a big step

  Mace:

HUGE

lady, read the room

  Lor:

"pretty sure you're headed in a different direction" you tell her, Dean

  Mace:

YAS

  Lor:

"are you gonna do something stupid?" what are the odds, Sam?

  Mace:

SNORK!!

  Lor:

ooof him saying he's not gonna be okay

  Mace:

yeah

DEAN WINCHESTER

  Lor:

that's how you do that, Winchesters

  Mace:

HAHAHA

  Lor:

see, Sammy, always play the odds

  Mace:

these two

  Lor:

he could find where she moved to but not her number?

  Mace:

right!? I’m confused

  Lor:

"it's with you. and the kid." I think it's mostly the kid

right?

  Mace:

how does she not just grab him and start going to town on him after that?

  Lor:

RIGHT?

"like your kind of bad?"

  Mace:

ooof

DEAN. WINCHESTER. NO.

  Lor:

"whatever you're thinking of doing, don't do it" best thing she ever says

  Mace:

YEP

and HOW is he extra beautiful in this scene?!

WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO US

  Lor:

RIGHT?

HOW DO THEY DO IT?

  Mace:

OOOOF

  Lor:

now that they're setting her up as a love interest, she's in a MUCH lower income house

  Mace:

HAHAHA YEP I noticed that too

  Lor:

it's nice but before she was in a new development and everything was all new and shiny and white

YES

  Mace:

YEP