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[anne-bsd-bibliophile]

- Meng Xi Shi, Thousand Autumns vol. 3

[nobodysdaydreams]

I know it's late for this, but here's how I think characters in the Mysterious Benedict Society would have reacted to the solar eclipse.

Nicholas- obviously he'd be so excited for this. The world goes dark, he passes out with joy.

Rhonda- buys everyone eclipse glasses and makes sure they understand the dangers of looking at the sun

Number Two- complains about the traffic because tons of tourists are coming for the eclipse and her mom has a ton of weird conspiracies about what the eclipse means, but once the eclipse is happening, she very much enjoys it.

Milligan- happy that he's able to experience such a unique and special moment with his daughter that he will treasure forever

Miss. Perumal- educates the children on how solar eclipses happen and bakes cookies for the watch party

Kate- climbs a tree so she can be closer to the sun and get a better view

Martina- was planning on forcing the tetherball team to practice through the eclipse, but begrudgingly cancels practice to join Kate in the tree

Reynie- is excited about the eclipse in a very average, but endearing way.

Sticky- is fascinated by and excited for the eclipse, but then he saw a video about what happened to that one person that stared at the sun and even though he knows that won't happen to him because he has the right glasses, he still can't get the thought out of his head. His friends help him calm down, and he ends up enjoying the eclipse.

Constance- pretends she doesn't care about it that much, but she actually does and writes an incredibly beautiful poem about it afterwards which she shows to no one.

Nathaniel/Curtain- cancels classes at the Institute to view the eclipse and somehow turns it into a metaphor about himself. I don't know exactly how he would do this, something about the moon being the darkness of Nicholas that blocks out the brilliance of the sun (himself), but the sun is all powerful and shall surely rise again, I don't know, something like that. However, if this happened during season 2, he would 100% incorporate it into his cult's doctrine just because he can. He'd make that the day and hour of his evil plans just for the symbolism.

Jackson and Jillson- they also saw the video about the people who stared at the sun and they have made it their personal mission to warn everyone about proper eye protection

SQ- he's happy to be able to spend the day with his dad watching the sky. He later draws a really beautiful picture of the eclipse.

Jeffers- stares directly at the sun and suffers permanent eye damage despite being warned multiple times

Dr. Garrison- fascinated by the eclipse for scientific reasons, but takes advantage of the distraction to escape and begin hatching an evil plot

Marlon- does not care at all that the eclipse is happening but goes along with whatever Curtain wants

Captain Noland- views the eclipse as a sign of coming doom

Cannonball- is 100% on board with whatever conspiracy Noland believes

Number Two's mom- views the eclipse as a sign of coming doom

Number Two's brother- is 100% on board with whatever conspiracy his mom believes

Number Two's sister- doesn't care at all that the eclipse is happening, but goes along with whatever her mom wants

And I know I've been doing mostly show characters, but...

Crawlings- stares directly at the sun and suffers permanent eye damage. But he only stared at it with one eye because he kept the other one closed thinking that would somehow save him from being burned, so now he wears an eyepatch over his bad eye, but that's not the same one as the one where he lost his eyebrow, so it doesn't cover that damage either, he just looks like a mess.

The Rest of the Ten Men- think Crawlings is an idiot for looking at the sun and claim they don't care at all that the eclipse is happening (Sharpe lowkey does, would never admit it).

Seymour, the orphanage cat- continues being a cat. Is very confused when it is suddenly nighttime. Then when its daytime again, he shrugs it off and goes about his business.

[lotsofsq]

in honor of pride month i am posting these queer headcanon charts i made a while back!! happy gay everyone

[ID copied in alt text: two circles of pictures of the book and show characters respectively, accompanied by flags.

first chart is of my book characters queer headcanons. reynie: demiromantic andbisexual. sticky: nonbinary and bisexual. kate: bisexual. constance: aroace. SQ: demisexual and pan. the ten men: achillean and polyamorous. milligan: bisexual. Ms perumal: lesbian. rhonda: pansexual. Number Two: aroace, lesbian and transgender. Mr benedict. Transgender and Gay. Mr curtain: transgender, achillean and aromatic.

second chart is of my show characters queer headcanons. reynie: bisexual. sticky: transgender and bisexual. kate: sapphic. constance: aroace and agender. SQ: nonbinary and achillean. Martina: transgender and lesbian. milligan: bisexual. rhonda: pansexual. number two: aroace. transgender and nonbinary. Ms perumal: lesbian. Mr benedict: transgender and achillean. Dr curtain: transgender and aromantic.]

[imminent-danger-came]

tbh you are so real for talking about the misogyny targeted to mei & other women in the lmk fandom. in general its like people only value mei as: a: the wingman to some basic mlm ship or b: macaque 2.0. its honestly crazy how so many male side characters overshadow her in the fanbase despite not even having a FRACTION of her screen time. idk chat i feel like the reason people dont care about mei but care about some random male side/background character is less because they're inherently more likeable but because some of you view women as inherently less likable. and everyone is always like "mei is so girlboss pussy cunt slay shes the only reason theyre still alive because she keeps them safe from their silly boy shennanigans shes their ultimate wingman shes so badass shes their lesbian best friend i totally paid attention to her when i watched this show LOL" and even ignoring the obvious misogyny here (ie. how people reduce her to being the male characters babysitter) its like... okay... i know mei is cool & badass already... could you name literally ANY other character trait she has. like people just value her as being "the braincell" who can get red son and mk together or something stupid and its like are we having fun still is this still fun. literally every day i go into the mei tag its like "look at mei shes red sons wifey and shes vaguely in the background of this drawing of red son and mk staring into each others eyes #trafficlighttrio am i right oh look shes macaques niece now this post is about ao lie why is it in the mei tag"

and thats literally JUST talking about mei and it doesnt even begin to cover the other female characters. chang'e constantly gets reduced to being red sons aunt/mom/big sister despite them like. not having any actual interactions in the show. lady bone demon constantly gets overshadowed by her minion who has like 2 seconds of screen time, or she gets made into a cartoonishly abusive madwoman who people call lady bitch demon. just in general people act like shes a horrible person for like. being a villain. liks yeah the trying to destroy everything was bad but also she was an antagonist and thats what antagonists do LOL. spider queen gets completely ignored. princess iron fan gets made into a cartoonishly abusive mother so that way red son can have a poor angsty backstory and some male character (usually nezha, macaque, swk) can take care of him.

(also theres just a great deal of ethnocentrism in the lmk fanbase? like im white so take what İ say here with a grain of salt but so many people will misconstrue aspects of chinese culture for their own personal hcs. people will say male characters are transfem or nonbinary while completely ignoring the time period/culture their from where thats the norm. like yippee youve implied that an east asian man is feminine/emasculine because he has long hair. how do you not see the negative connotations with this. people also turn pif (& lbd to an extent) into a dragon lady which obviously has negative racial connotations lol.)

anyway this is where my unhinged rambling ends have a good day have a good night İ had more to say here but İ reached the text limit. İ dont see a lot of people talk about the misogyny thats prevalent in the lmk fanbase so İm glad youre pointing it out lol.

Yeah, I totally hear you. The lmk fandom has plenty of issues with misogyny and, like you said, ethnocentrism. It's definitely something worth having a discussion about, along with these issues in fandom as a whole.

[gaydogmarriage]

ppl are always depicting cyno in fanon as a comic relief annoying idiot partner to tighnari that cannot read the room and is always making him angry and yeah he doesn't have the best social skills and doesn't understand other people that well, but he knows that. and he also knows tighnari well enough to know that if he truly was annoyed with his behavior to the point of getting angry, he would shut that shit down real quick. he's not the type of person to just sit there and take it if he's genuinely bothered, i think. cyno's just putting himself out there without letting himself be paralyzed by his own shortcomings or insecurities, and it's pretty clear tighnari doesn't want him to repress himself either.

if anything, i can see tighnari being the one with an annoying habit in private that he has 0 self awareness about because he's so used to being the one dealing with other people's bullshit that he may not realize when he's the culprit for once, and cyno is too much of an unbothered king to say anything about it, and too madly in love to stay annoyed for long lol

[sophieswundergarten]

MBS Humans as BIRDS Because I have been thinking about this for a bit and you can't stop me

Also, normally I would be factoring in sexual dimorphism for accuracy, but not today. We're not even worrying about size or anything today. Today it's all about aesthetics :)

Reynie - Cactus Wren

Sticky - Whip-poor-will

Kate - Caique

Constance - Galah Cockatoo

Mr. Benedict - Kākāpō

Number Two - Rufous hummingbird

Rhonda - Secretary Bird

Milligan - Philippine Eagle

Miss Perumal - Hoopoe

Curtain - Spix's macaw

Garrison - Monk parakeet/Quaker parrot

SQ - Kestrel

Martina - European Starling

Jackson - Killdeer

Jillson - Little ringed plover

Jeffers - Rock Pigeon

Ten Men - Barred Owls

[azaka3507]

OH MY GOD GUYS. I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA EVER. HORROR ANALOG TMBS. IM SO HAPPY I THOUGHT OF THIS IM JUMPING AROUND!!! SO LIKE I WANNA TELL U GUYS BUT LIKE I WANT U GUYS TO SOLVE IT TOO FJSJFNSJISOWNS IM TOO EXCITED TO HOLD A PROPER CONVERSATION 🙁🙁🙁🙁 BUT LIKE IM THINKING OF MANDELA CATALOGUE WAY AND I ALSO WANNA KNOW WHAT YEAR DO U GUYS THINK TMBS WAS IN LIKE IN THE BOOKS

so im gonna make like another account js for this and maybe im gonna use myself as characters (expect kate to have black hair guys) for like pictures and stuff IDK GUYS AM I TOO DERANGED HELP???? IF ANYONE WANTS TO JOIN IN PLS DO SO!!!! LIKE IT'D BE A FUN GROUP ACTIVITY 😭😭😭 (guys pls I'm too excited for this help)

[redvexillum]

Wait a min- *squints eyes* I remember you @nyx91 didn't you JUST ask for a threes♡me? Now you want to add another c♡ck into the mix? Oh my Lord. This is completely self-indulgent and I legit shut my brain off of everything I know of Hazbin Hotel in order to be able to write this, I have you know. Also, I didn't plan on writing the threes♡me and fours♡me request for kinktober, but these things happen (it's not because i saw the number four on today's date).

TAGS/WARNINGS: afab!reader, polyamory!reader, double penetrati♡n, p in v, anal s♡x, ♡ral s♡x, multiple ♡rgasm, d♡m/sub undertone, ♡verstimulation, sq♡irting, hand j♡b, jealousy, possessive, sub!reader, reader being an excessive people pleaser, reader becomes c♡ck drunk, electr♡stimulation, incredibly self indulgent, p♡rn without plot, pure p♡rn

The ballroom echoed with music as laughter bubbled between you and Alastor, your fingers entwined perfectly with his. His grin, usually sharp and full of mischief, softened as he dipped you low. The world spun around you, but all you could feel was his touch – his fingers gliding against yours, the electric connection that made your heart race. His movements were smooth, guiding you effortlessly as you twirled in his grasp, your body following the rhythm of the music.  

But as you let go to spin away, the air shifted, your body suddenly colliding with a solid, firm chest. Your breath caught, and as you looked up, Lucifer’s bright, pearly smile greeted you. His eyes, warm and playful, locked with yours, and his hand instinctively found the small of your back, pulling you closer. His other hand slid into yours with practised ease, guiding you into a waltz. The heat of his body was intoxicating, and his smooth voice, laced with amusement, made you smile.  

“Hello, fancy seeing you here,” you teased, your voice light with laughter.  

Lucifer’s brows waggled as he pulled you closer, the warmth of his body seeping through your clothes. “I couldn’t resist when I saw the opportunity to whisk you away,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to your ear. His hand pressed you even tighter against him, your bodies moving as one to the music. His smile was gentle, but there was something more in the way he looked at you – something that made your pulse quicken.  

From the corner of your eye, you caught a flicker of movement. Alastor stood nearby, his grin faltering, and – was it a trick of a light? - his ears seemed to flatten against his head. His eyes, usually full of amusement, glared at Lucifer, jealousy burning in their depths.  

Before you could react, a familiar darkness slithered beneath your feet. Shadow tentacles erupted from the floor, wrapping around you and Lucifer, yanking you apart with startling force. You gasped, stumbling backward until you collided with another body – this one tall, broad, and radiating warmth.  

“Look who’s in my arms now,” a low, sultry voice purred in your ear. Strong arms coiled around your waist, pulling you against the unmistakable form of Vox. His hips pressed into the curve of your back as he swayed with you, his movements slow and deliberate, matching the distant hum of the music. The surrounding air crackled with tension.  

You craned your neck, catching a glimpse of his sharp, TV-shaped head. “Vox?” you whispered, confusion lacing your tone. It was rare to see all three of them together – these men who could barely stand the sight of one another – especially Alastor and Vox...and well, Alastor and Lucifer. 

Now that you thought about it, it was mainly Alastor who could barely stand the sight of Vox and Lucifer.  

Vox’s claws lightly traced your jawline, sending shivers down your spine, until they rested beneath your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. His dark smirk deepened as his eyes gleamed with mischief. “There’s something important I wanted to tell you,” he said, his voice dripping with desire. He glanced up, his smirk growing even darker, before returning his full attention to you. “First.” 

Your mind raced, struggling to keep up with the sudden shift in atmosphere. This was meant to be simple – you were merely their escort, a companion to these powerful men. Perhaps, even alover, if the moment called for it.  

Vox had been the quickest to take you to bed, his hunger for you insatiable.  

Lucifer had taken more time, slowly warming up to you until he, too, sought you out in the dead of night.  

Alastor, however, preferred your company in quieter moments – cuddled together after his radio broadcasts, your presence a balm to his otherwise chaotic existence.  

But now, everything felt charged, as if the air between the three men crackled with something more.  

“Oh, no,” Lucifer’s voice boomed, dragging your attention back to him. His wings unfurled in a flourish of crimson feathers, his eyes glowing a fierce red. He stalked toward you, determination written on his face. “I - well, sweetie, I wanted to ask if you could – mmph!” 

A shadowy tendril whipped up from the floor, covering Lucifer’s mouth before he could finish, and with a crackle of static, Alastor materialized beside you, his smile back in full force. His red eyes gleamed, locking onto yours as he stepped closer, his presence dominating the surrounding space.  

“Careful, darling,” Alastor whispered, his voice low and dangerous, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.  He pulled back, his eyes flicked up above you, glaring at Vox. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to steal the spotlight.” 

Alastor’s voice was a low, velvet command. “Be mine.” his hand, cool and possessive, rested against your neck, fingers brushing over your pulse as he felt the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat beneath his touch. 

His eyes gleamed with something darker, something undeniable, as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver through your spine, your entire body teetering on the edge of surrender. 

“Ma chere,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, full of promises. His lips dipped lower, so close to you that you could feel the tension ready to snap between you both. But just before he could capture your lips with his own, you felt a sudden, sharp tug – a force pulling you backward.  

Vox spun you effortlessly to face him, his grin wide and filled with mischief. Before you could react, his lips were on yours, insistent and demanding. His tongue darted forward, coaxing yours to open, searching for that familiar, intimate connection.  

The kiss was deep, fiery, and his electric touch sent shivers racing down your spine as little shocks pulsed through your nerves. You moaned into the kiss, your body yielding to him, instinctively parting your lips to let him in. The sensation of his tongue against yours was intoxicating, making your head swim with heady desire.  

When he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he looked over at the other two men. “Well, it’s clear who’s the favourite here,” Vox purred, his voice dripping with confidence as his hand trailed down your spine. His fingers slipped beneath your dress, skimming over the sensitive skin of your thigh, sending another thrill through your body. He leaned in, his lips hot against your ear as he whispered, “Right, doll?” 

His grin widened as he watched your reaction, his touch igniting a fire beneath your skin. His eyes sparkled with genuine affection, even amidst the possessiveness. You couldn’t deny the allure of Vox, the way his presence consumed you, made your heart race with excitement and pure, unadulterated desire.  

But before you could respond, Lucifer’s smooth voice cut through the tension. “Please,” he drawled, stepping forward with that signature regal grace. “My sweetie would obviously choose me.” His arms extended, a silent invitation for the embrace he always sought after a particularly hard day. His soft, gentle smile tugged at your heartstrings – there was something so comforting in the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.  

Yet before you could decide, darkness engulfed you, your vision swallowed by shadows. When you blinked, you found yourself wrapped tightly in Alastor’s arms, his chest pressed firmly against your back. His grip on your waist was possessive, almost desperate, as if he feared letting go. “Why don’t we let those two pathetic men bicker,” he whispered, his voice a dark tantalizing promise, “while we slip away to my room, darling?”  

His lips brushed against your forehead, the gesture both tender and possessive. You felt his body press even tighter against yours, as if he was trying to meld himself to you, his sigh warm against your skin. You tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling around you, your voice muffled against his chest. “Wh-what’s going on?” 

Before you could even process it, a sudden jolt hit Alastor, and he released you. You barely had a second to catch your breath before the familiar pull of black cords wrapped around your wrists, dragging you back to Vox. His dark eyes glittered with intensity as he caught you, pulling you flush against him. One of your legs lifted instinctively as he pressed the front of his hip firmly against your core, grinding slowly, sending a heated pulse through you.  

“My baby doll will always choose me,” Vox declared, his voice low and dangerous. His lips hovered just above yours, his breath hot against your skin. “Right, doll?” His face was so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, his eyes boring into yours. “I’ll make you the happiest gal in all of Hell.” 

Your cheeks burned as his hips pressed harder against you, his growing arousal evident through his pants. You couldn’t help the flush that crept up your neck, biting your lips as your mind raced. “Right here, Vox?” you talked quietly, your voice shaking with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “We...you had me this morning...” 

Lucifer, who had been watching with wide eyes, let out a scandalized wheeze. “This morning?!” His face twisted in disbelief before he strode toward you, his hand gentle as it rested on your arm. His expression softened, and that familiar warmth returned to his smile. “Sweetie,” he said softly, “you clearly need to be with me.” His voice dropped to a tender whisper. “I’ll be gentle with you...or rough, however way you like it.” 

You felt your heart stutter at the sincerity of his words, the promise of care in every syllable. 

Then, from behind you, Alastor chimed in, his voice as smooth as ever. “It’s obvious what needs to happen here.” 

“Agreed,” Vox cut in unexpectedly, making both Lucifer and Alastor raise a brow in shock. Vox never agreed with Alastor on anything.  

Vox’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Whoever gives her the best...dick will have her. Forever.” 

Heat flooded your face, your mind struggling to catch up with the sudden declaration. “What?” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. Your heart raced as you tried to process everything, the weight of their gazes pressing on you from all sides. Each of the men offered something different – a thrill, a comfort, a wild tenderness.  

You couldn’t deny the way Vox’s daring passion stirred your blood, the way Lucifer’s gentle touch filled you with warmth, or the intoxicating allure of Alastor’s possessive desire. But now, it seemed, the choice wasn’t yours to make...or was it? 

Alastor’s scoff cut through the air, his ears flattening in irritation as he threw an incredulous look at Vox. “Eugh, must you always bring your coc-”  

“That’s a great idea!” Lucifer interjected, his voice smooth and commanding, cutting off Alastor’s complaint. With a snap of his fingers, a luxurious bed materialized in the middle of the room, its satin sheets shimmering under the low light. Without hesitation, he took your hand, his touch warm and inviting as he gently led you to the bed. You barely had a moment to process before he ushered you to sit, a devilish smile playing on his lips.  

“Ahem,” Lucifer straightened, brushing off his coat with an air of grandeur before climbing onto the bed, his movements deliberate, as though savouring the moment. He knelt beside you, his forehead pressing gently against yours. His closeness, the weight of his gaze, warmed your soul.  

“I’m not sure if this would be a good-” you began, but Lucifer hushed you with a soft, chaste kiss. His lips were warm and inviting, and for a moment, the world around you faded with nothingness.  

“Sweetie, you’re thinking too hard,” he whispered, his voice like silk against your skin, his forked tongue slipping out to tease your bottom lip as he grinned. “Let me make you feel good.” His words sent a shiver of delight through you, and as he eased you back onto the bed, your body melted beneath his. His hands were gentle, gliding along the curve of your body, his touch like a whisper on your skin.  

His fingers brushed along the outer edge of your thigh, sending sparks of anticipation through you before he hooked his fingers into your panties, slowly dragging them down with deliberate precision. The cool air met your heated skin, and your breath hitched as you realized the intensity of the moment.  

Your mind spun – thoughts about what this meant, about whether loving all three of them made you fickle or loose – but as Lucifer’s lips captured yours again, those thoughts dissolved, leaving only the warmth of his body against yours and the way his touch set you ablaze. His kiss deepened, his tongue sliding sensually against yours, and you surrendered to the moment. You were his focus, his pleasure becoming your own.  

His fingers teased at your entrances, grazing your slick folds in a way that made your breath hitch and your body tremble. The heat between you two intensified, your heart racing as he dipped just the tip of his finger inside, teasing you with a promise of more.  

“Luci,” you gasped, grinding against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction.  

A sudden dip in the bed beside you made you glance over, and your breath caught in your throat. Vox sat next to you, his cock already in hand, stroking himself lazily as he watched you with a grin. His eyes flickered between you and Lucifer, amusement dancing in his gaze. “What?” Vox purred, his tone light but filled with hunger. “I’m not interrupting, I’m just enjoying the show.” 

Lucifer’s brow furrowed; his annoyance clear as he glared at Vox. With a snap of his fingers, your clothes vanished instantly, along with his. The sudden sensation of his bare skin against yours made your pulse quicken, the heat of his body pressing into you. His cock, hard and insistent, slid against your folds, teasing you, the head brushing against your most sensitive spot.  

For a moment, Lucifer’s irritation with Vox faded, his attention solely on you. His smile softened, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek with a tenderness that your heart skip a beat. “I love you, my sweetest sugar,” he whispered, his voice drenched with affection as he positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing at your entrance.  

You gasped as he began to push inside, his thick length stretching you inch by inch. The slow, purposeful way he entered you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your muscles quivering as he filled you completely. His eyes remained locked on yours, his pale face flushing with the heat of the moment as he began to roll his hips, thrusting into your wet, eager hole.  

Each movement was slow, savouring the feel of your wrapped tightly around him, the way your body responded to his. The pleasure built with every thrust, your back arching beneath him as he whispered your name like a reverent prayer. His lips pressed against your neck, his breath hot and ragged as he continued his steady, maddening pace. His hips perfectly grinded deeper with every tantalizing roll. 

“You’re perfect,” he breathed, his voice strained as his desire for you became more overwhelming, his thrusts growing more intense, driving you higher and higher.  

Just as you were lost in the rhythm of his body moving against yours, you felt a familiar presence at your side. Vox leaned in, his hand sliding possessively down your neck, his cock still hard and aching as he watched the way you reacted to Lucifer. “Don’t forget about me, doll,” Vox murmured, his voice low and teasing as his fingers pressed against your cheeks to turn your face towards him.  

Lucifer growled, but his pace never faltered. You were caught between them – between the softness of Lucifer’s touch and the raw, unapologetic desire in Vox’s eyes – each man determined to claim you in his own way.  

Vox’s sharp claws gripped your chin, and before you could register the moment, the familiar blue tip of his cock pressed against your lips. “Come on, doll,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire, “show me how much you love me.” Slowly, he pushed the hot, throbbing head of his cock between your parted lips, filling your mouth inch by inch until you had fully accommodated him.  

A soft hum of satisfaction rumbled from him as the musky, salty taste filled your senses, your lips sealed tightly around his girth. The wet slurping sounds of you sucking him mingled with the low moans escaping your throat, the vibrating making Vox grunt in��approval.  

Meanwhile, Lucifer continued thrusting into your drenched pussy, his cock gliding effortlessly through your slick folds, driving deeper with every roll of his hips.  

“A-are you serious?” Lucifer moaned, his voice strained with pleasure as your walls fluttered around him, tightening and gripping his cock like a vice. “Ugh, I said – hah –” he struggled to speak, his rhythm faltering as you clenched him tightly once more. “It was my turn first,” he groaned, clearly losing the battle for control over his own arousal.  

“Your highness,” Vox taunted, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he addressed Lucifer, “we’ve done this before, and we both know you enjoy it every time.” His grin widened, predatory and teasing, as he pressed his balls to your face, forcing you to take him deeper. His cock throbbed against your tongue, and the heady sensation of him filling your mouth, paired with Lucifer’s relentless thrusts, sent your mind spiralling into a haze of pleasure.  

Despite his grumbling, you could sense Lucifer was getting even more excited from the sight of you with Vox’s cock between your lips. His thrusts became more erratic, his hips losing their usual smooth rhythm as he fixated on your stretched lips, the way they worked over Vox’s length, slick with saliva. The wet, obscene sounds of your mouth sucking and slurping on Vox echoed through the room, blending with the slap of skin as Lucifer pounded your pussy.  

“Oh, fuck,” Lucifer whispered under his breath, his hips snapping forward with increasing intensity, the wet sound of skin on skin growing louder, more frantic.  

As if in sync, Vox began to increase his pace, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with brutal force, the lewd gagging sounds and the smothering wetness of your saliva coating him only driving him on. Your throat strained to accommodate him as you desperately tried to keep up with both men, your body trembling with overstimulation.  

And then, a hand wrapped around your wrist, guiding it to another heat. Alastor. You felt the molten hardness of his cock as he pressed it into your palm, hot and throbbing beneath your fingers.  

“Oh, come on,” Lucifer panted, his breath ragged as he continued to fuck you mercilessly, his voice laced with amusement and desire. Your moans of pleasure, muffled by Vox’s cock filling your mouth, spilled out in whimpers.  

“Al, you’re joining too?” Vox’s voice held a teasing edge, but you could feel his cock growing harder, pulsing against your tongue as if responding to the competition. His tip discharged tiny currents of electricity, sending tingles of pleasure running down your spine, crackling through your body and sizzling deep in your core.  

Alastor’s warm hand guided yours, curling your fingers around his cock, encouraging you to stroke him. You felt the soft slide of his foreskin moving beneath your touch, slick with pre-cum. “Shut up,” Alastor moaned softly, his voice breaking with need as he rocked his hips in time with the motion of your hand. “Hah, darling,” he breathed, his tone soft but filled with hunger.  

It was too much – too overwhelming. Lucifer’s cock pushed relentlessly against your cervix with every powerful thrust, the intensity of his movements making your body quake. Vox showed no mercy, his cock taking up every inch of your mouth, the sensation of his thick, electric heat leaving you breathless. And now Alastor, his silken shaft throbbing in your grip, the slick feel of him adding another layer of intoxicating pleasure.  

The room filled with the sound of your shared ecstasy, the wet slap of skin against skin mingling with your muffled whimpers and the slick, messy sounds of Vox’s cock thrusting into your mouth. When Lucifer canted his hips just right, hitting the sweet, spongy spot deep within you, your back arched, and your body convulsed with pleasure. You screamed in pleasure, the sound garbled around Vox’s cock as it rubbed against your tongue, filling your throat with every thrust.  

“Oh, doll,” Vox groaned, his voice a low rumbling purr. I love the way you scream.” His words sent a shiver of pleasure through you, and you knew you were completely at their mercy.  

Lucifer moaned, his hips grinding rhythmically as his pubic bone rubbed against your swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your trembling body. “Oh, sweetie, you’re close, aren’t you?” His voice was husky, strained, as he continued to pound into you, the wet sounds of his thrusts echoing with each deep stroke. You were so close, the mounting pressure inside building to a fever pitch, every nerve alights as his words seemed to pulse through you.  

Your fingers instinctively squeezed around Alastor’s hardened cock, feeling the thick, pulsing heat in your palm. He let out a sharp, appreciative hiss, his eyes narrowing in lust as you stroked him, the veins along his shaft pulsing with your touch.  

Lucifer quickened his pace, his breath ragged as his cock pistoned into you. One, two, three more strokes, and your body jolted, a wave of white-hot pleasure crashing over you. Your legs fell apart wider, trembling as they struggled to accommodate Lucifer’s deep, powerful thrusts. The orgasm ripped through you, and you cried out, your walls fluttering and clenching around him, pulling him in deeper as if trying to milk every last ounce of pleasure from him.  

Your cries were all it took. Lucifer groaned deeply, the sound guttural and primal as he bucked against you, his cock throbbing violently before he spilled his seed inside you. You could feel the hot rush of it, coating your walls as he gave one final, shaky thrust, his body trembling with the aftershocks. Slowly, he began to soften inside you, his pace slowing to a languid rhythm as you both came down from the high.  

But there was no rest, no reprieve. While Lucifer sagged against you, huffing with satisfaction, Vox and Alastor were far from finished. They hadn’t let up, still chasing the peak of their own desire. As Lucifer pulled away, a rush of his seed spilled out of you, dripping hot and slick down your folds. You shuddered at the sensation, but your mind was already consumed by the aching need of the two still-hard cocks that hovered, waiting for your attention.  

Before you could fully catch your breath, strong arms lifted you. In a dizzying moment, your body was repositioned, straddling Vox’s lap, your sweat-drenched back pressing flush against his solid chest. The heat from his body radiated into yours, mingling with the sticky sheen of exertion that clung to your skin. His cock, still slick with your saliva, nudged against your ass, sending a pulse of arousal shooting through your nerves.  

“I don’t mind sharing for the second round,” Vox purred. His lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice was dark and teasing, dripping with lust. “And I don’t think my doll minds either.” He groaned as he pressed forward, his cock sliding smoothly into your ass, inch by inch, stretching you open.  

You gasped, your body trembling as he filled you. “Ah!” The cry escaped your lips as his thick length pushed deeper, nudging against the oversensitive walls of your body. Each slow thrust sent Lucifer’s seed spilling from your cunt, dripping down in messy, slick rivulets. Your breath came in ragged pants as Vox continued to sink into you, his cock stretching you inch by agonizing inch until he was seated fully inside you, his hips flush against yours.  

“That’s right, doll. Show them how well you take me,” Vox murmured in your ear, his voice rough with desire. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he spread you wider, your dripping cunt on full display for the others. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as the overwhelming fullness sent shudders through your body, but it was the pleasure that clouded your mind, the pleasure that made your head spin. 

“Tell them,” Vox growled, his lips brushing against your ear, “beg them for their cock. Be my good little doll.” His hips thrust upward sharply, driving himself even deeper, and you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you.  

Your eyes bleary with tears, your mind a haze of raw need and pleasure as you looked at Lucifer, who was already starting to harden again, and Alastor, whose cock bobbed eagerly, the tip angry and flushed with desire. “P-please,” you whimpered, your voice shaky, “f-fill me up.” 

Vox’s grin widened behind you, the words he’d taught you slipping so easily from your lips now, shameless and dripping with lust. All thoughts of modesty had long since melted away, replaced by the overwhelming need to be filled, to be used.  

Lucifer made a move toward you, but Alastor was faster, stepping forward with a growl. “You already had your turn with her,” Alastor snapped, his hands trembling as his eyes fixed on your wet, open cunt before meeting yours. His gaze burned into you, hungry and possessive. “Say that you want me,” Alastor demanded, his cock nudging insistently against your soaked entrance. “Say it,” he growled, teasing you with just the fat, bulbous tip.  

Mewling, you felt your ass clench around Vox’s cock as your cunt fluttered, the slick, sticky remnants of Lucifer’s cum dripping out more. “I want you,” you whimpered, voice breathless with need. “Please.” 

The moment the words left your lips, Alastor surged forward, plunging into you with a single, powerful stroke. The lubrication from Lucifer’s seed made it effortless, his cock gliding inside until he was buried to the hilt, stretching you impossibly full.  

“AHHHHH!” you cried out, the sensation of two cocks filing you sending a jolt of ecstasy through your body. Both men throbbed inside you, pulsing with need as your body struggled to accommodate the overwhelming fullness.  

“Ah, fuck, Al, you’re pushing me out,” Vox grunted, his voice tight as he slammed his cock deep inside your ass, struggling to keep his place inside you.  

Alastor’s grin only tightened, his eyes dark and lustful as his breath quickened. His cock throbbed inside you, your body squeezing him just as tightly. But Alastor growled low in his throat, pulling his hips back before slamming forward again, the force of it knocking the breath from your lungs as pleasure overwhelmed you, drowning out everything else.  

You felt Vox’s claws dig into your soft thighs, the sharp sting of them only heightening the dizzying pleasure coursing through you. It was as if they had started competing, pushing each other to go harder, faster, their thrusts becoming relentless. The pace quickened, their cocks driving into you with desperate intensity, each seeking to outdo the other. Your voice came out in short, breathless gasps, your body trembling as your fingers dug into Alastor’s shoulders, clinging to him as pleasure tore through you in waves.  

Behind Alastor, your hazy vision locked onto Lucifer, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he stroked himself with maddening speed. Clear pre-cum leaked from his tip, dripping onto the floor as he moaned, his gaze fixed on the sinful scene unfolding before him. The sight of him, so desperate, only fuelled the fire burning inside you, pushing you closer to the edge.  

Words failed you, thoughts vanished, and all that remained was the mind-shattering pleasure that continued to build and build. Every nerve in your body was on fire, the coil in your core tightening once more, ready to snap again even though you thought you already spent it. But then, a sharp electric shock buzzed through your ass, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. You cried out, your head falling back as both you and Alastor moaned in unison, his cock still plunging into you mercilessly, even as his head tilted back in bliss.  

“You like that?” Vox huffed behind you, his voice strained with effort as he sent another shock through you, this time arcing into Alastor as well. The jolt made your muscles clench involuntarily around them both. Alastor’s eyes flickered from black slits to radio dials as he glared at Vox, his expression a mix of anger and lust. You could tell there was more history between them than they were letting on.  

“Fuck, are you gonna come for me again?” Vox growled, his voice vibrating against your back.  

“Sweetie,” Lucifer whimpered, his voice trembling as he stood beside you. His cock was fully hard again, untouched, pulsing in the air as he stared down at you, desperation etched into every line of his face. “Please,” he moaned, his voice hoarse with need. He gripped his cock, pumping himself faster, his tip dripping with arousal, barely grazing your lips as he thrust his hips forward. “I need to feel you.” 

But before you could even open your mouth, Alastor’s hips ground against your sensitive clit, his cock hitting deep inside you, while the relentless shocks from Vox pulsed through your core.  

It was too much. The pleasure was unbearable, snapping your fragile control. The orgasm that tore through you was unlike anything you had ever felt – sharp, electrifying, and unstoppable.  

Your body shook, muscles clenching and spasming as Vox kept thrusting, sending even more waves of electric stimulation through your nerves. It was like a persistent assault, the sharp tingling vibration zeroing in on your clit, making you cry out uncontrollably.  

Your head fell back, mouth open wide as you screamed, the sound hoarse and raw as Alastor’s cock pushed hard against your sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Unexpectedly, your release came in a shameful, uncontrollable gush, spraying out of you, drenching Alastor’s chest and thighs in a hot, wet flood.  

“Oh, fuck,” Vox and Lucifer moaned simultaneously, their voice thick with lust, but it was Alastor whose breath hitched, his body going still for a moment before he picked up his pace again, the slick sounds of his cock driving into your soaked folds echoing in the room. 

He didn’t even give you time to come down from your high, his pace ruthless as he continued pounding into you, sending your body into overdrive.  

Without warning, Lucifer’s hands grabbed your head, forcing your mouth open as he shoved his thick cock past your lips. His head fell back, a deep growl escaping him as you tasted the remnants of his earlier release, mixed with your own fluids. The only sounds you could make were the desperate, whimpering noises of a woman broken by pleasure, no coherent thoughts left as your body was taken over and over again, each wave of sensation crashing into the next.  

Alastor’s head bowed, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps as you felt his cock twitching inside you, the telltale sign that he was close. Vox’s hips stuttered behind you, his thrusts faltering as his own climax loomed closer. Your body was slick with sweat and cum, drenched in the aftermath of your own release, as Lucifer frantically thrust into your mouth, his cock pulsing as he chased his own pleasure.  

“One more, Al,” Vox grunted, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, a massive wave of electric current surged through you, every nerve in your body lighting up like fire. The shock coursed through Alastor too, making his mouth fall open, stitches stretching as his eyes flashed to radio dials then back to his black pupils dilating in a mix of agony and ecstasy.  

Lucifer’s body jerked, his hips bucking wildly as the shock ran down his cock, his growl turning into a desperate, feral cry. “Fuck!” he yelped, his head falling back as he gave into the overwhelming pleasure that rippled through all three of you, the room filled with the sounds of frenzied moans and pounding hearts.  

Alastor’s deep moan reverberated through the room as your body convulsed with another powerful orgasm. Your clit throbbing between waves of pleasure that were almost too much to bear. The sensitivity made it feel like your nerve endings were on fire, teetering between pain and numbness, yet you craved more. The hot gush of Alastor’s release filled you, his cock twitching as his pumped deep into you, while Vox’s own load followed.  

The sensation of both of them emptying inside you made you feel full all at once. You could feel the hot liquid pooling within, their cocks pulsing in sync with your fluttering walls, your body still desperate, still greedy for every last drop they could give.  

Your own arousal, slick and plentiful, mixed with their seed, spilling from your overworked pussy. Each clench of your muscles sent a fresh wave of their cum sliding out, the heat of it a constant reminder of how thoroughly they had claimed you.  

Lucifer wasn’t far behind, his gruff moan signalling his climax as his bitter, salty release flooded your mouth. You struggled to swallow it all, the thick liquid coating your throat, some slipping past your lips to dribble down your chin and neck, mingling with your sweat and saliva. His hand gripped the back of your head, pulling you closer as he sought to empty himself fully, the taste lingering long after he withdrew.  

As the three men pulled away from you, their weight lifting, you were left trembling on your side, your body a ruin of pleasure and exhaustion. Every hole felt full, their hot cum slowly trickling out of you, a reminder of how thoroughly you had been taken. Your legs were heavy, your mind fogged with lust, yet despite it all, you could feel the stirrings of another ache, another need building deep inside you.  

Vox, ever insatiable, was the first to move again. His large hands easily scooped you up, handling your limp form like a rag doll, his breath hot against your sweat-slicked skin as he murmured, “Come on, doll. Show me my favourite pose.” His voice was thick with desire, but there was a possessiveness in his tone that made your heart race.  

You glanced at the men, each of them watching you with their glowing red eyes, their expressions feral, animalistic, and ready to devour you all over again. Their cocks were still slick with semen, yet they stood at attention, already hard and dripping, hungry for more. Whatever argument had existed between them before was long forgotten, replaced with a singular focus – to ravish you until there was nothing left but the trembling mess of your body beneath them.  

The pose Vox requested was humiliating, but he loved it. He always did. Despite having shared you with Lucifer and Alastor, Vox revelled in seeing you utterly exposed, your body open and ready for whatever came next.  

Swallowing your embarrassment, you slowly shifted onto your back, your legs lifting into the air, spreading wide as you obeyed his unspoken command. Your fingers found your slick entrance, and with a breathy moan, you stretched yourself open, displaying yours throbbing, pulsing core for them.  

You could feel the warm, sticky mess of their cum inside you, the mingling of all the releases threatening to spill out with every twitch of your muscles. Your cunt and asshole, sore and overstimulated, were nothing but a sticky, white-coated mess, glistening in the dim light.  

“Please...” your voice cracked, desperate and needy. “Please, give me more.” 

The words tumbled from your lips, your face flushed with the heat of arousal, tears streaking down your cheeks, your body trembling under the weight of their gaze. Cum dripped from your mouth and chin, your voice thick with lust as you stretched your cunt wider, begging for them to fill you again. Your mind swirled with the knowledge that tonight would not be the last time you would have to entertain all of them at once.  

Now that they had tasted you, they would want more – and you knew you would give it to them.  

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[whispered-harmony]

Ghost Sangwoo: you couldn't have gotten on that plane?

Newly Ghost Gihun: You couldn't have let the fucking money go?

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Ghost Ali: *to Gihun* Hyung! I can't believe you're here with us! I was so upset about what happened! When I saw you joined the games again I was so shocked! you could say I--

Ghost Sangwoo: Please don't Ghost Ali: *glancing at Sangwoo* lost my marbles Ghost Sangwoo: I said I was sorry!

------ Ghost Saebyeok: but still. how did you not get that something was off with that In Ho person? his fake name gave it away Newly Ghost Gihun: ah. but there is one thing you failed to discover about me.

Ghost Saebyeok: and what is that? Newly Ghost Gihun: I am an idiot ---- Ghost Sangwoo: the former cop, the salesman, AND the Frontman. I didn't know you'd turn into a slut after I died. Newly Ghost Gihun: okay. First of all, I was already a slut. Second, I didn't even sleep with any of the men you mentioned. Third, you had many chances to fuck me but instead you decided to fuck me over. Ghost Sangwoo...does the offer still stand? Newly Ghost Gihun: of course the offer still stands! Ghost Saebyeok: First of all, you could have had any conversation in front me. Second, you could have had any conversation in front of me. Third, you could have had any conversation in front of me. ----- Ghost Ali: Hyung? Can I ask you a question? Newly Ghost Gihun: of course! you can ask me anything. Ghost Ali: what was up with the red hair? Newly Ghost Gihun: you can ask me anything I can answer. ---- Newly Ghost Gihun: In the end, I couldn’t convince enough people to stop playing. I failed to end the games, so… I don’t know if it was all worth it. Ghost Ali: Hyung... *stops when he notices someone walking down the street* Isn't...isn't that that the winner of this year's game? SQ Winner: there. This check is for 1 billion won. You can use this to pay off your debts and your mom's hospital bills. Person: thank you so much! I promise I'll pay you back! Once I pay my debts I'll borrow more money-- SQ Winner: no! you don't have to do that. If..if you want to pay me, you can do it on your pace at whenever is truly convinient for you. Or..or you don't have to pay me. At all. Person: this is a lot of money. you're practically giving it away. SQ Winner: no. I'm just..I'm just making you sure you don't go through.. *pauses* any more hardships. Person: thank you! I'll never forget this! SQ Winner: you're welcome! and stay away from hot guys with brief cases! Person: okay...? Ghost Ali: *to the winner who obviously can't hear him* good for you! Ghost Saebyeok: the principle you were fighting for..about how not everyone will succumb to greed and that there's still for humanity..I think we just proved it with this person. Newly Ghost Gihun: but it's just one person Ghost Ali: maybe..maybe the person they helped would pay it forward and those people would do the same! Ghost Saebyeok: And then they might end up helping more and more people. Ghost Sangwoo: and maybe that would be enough. Newly Ghost Gihun: yeah... maybe that would be enough. ----- Inho: Seong Gi hun was just an example of why you shouldn't try to... *continues to talk about Gi hun* Ghost Sangwoo: oh. Stop obssesing over Gi hun, already! You lost. His after life ass is mine. Ghost Ali: I mean no ill will, but the Front Man is kind of better looking than you, Hyung. Ghost Sae byeok: yeah, I think if he died and turned into a ghost he could have a shot with Gihun. Ghost Sangwoo: I hate both of you Ghost Saebyeok: oh what are you going to do? Kill us? Ghost Sangwoo: Ghost Ali: Ghost Saebyeok: Ghost Sangwoo: I said I was sorry!

[you-taste-likewhiskey]

My Roman Empire is the way Emma and Regina were so clearly made for each other and that them falling in love would have made an incredible/influential storyline, but the writers were so afraid of success and good writing that they decided to turn two independent, powerful women into damsels in distress who base their happiness on the presence of men. And they did this for the sole purpose of proving to SQ shippers that Emma and Regina were straight.

[diagnosedpsychosis]

Love At First Sight- Jake Seresin

Contains: A little bit of weight/body insecurity from reader, shy/coward jake, just as shy reader, fluff

Description: Jake's been acting a little differently cause he's taken an interest in you and doesn't want you to think he's a jerk. All the while he's too nervous to make a move.

Word Count: 1.4k

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Jake didn't know what had come over him so hard that the confident man he was just weeks ago, had been replaced with a coward. He noticed it. His teammates noticed it. Even the bar regulars noticed that suddenly one of the cockiest, loudest, most outgoing men in San Diego had turned into a borderline hermit.

His regular game of darts with Javy had become a once in a blue moon activity. His teasing of Bradley, Bob and Nat ceased the moment they were finished work for the day. Even the usual 6 or 7 beers he'd pound down after a long day had reduced to 2 or 3 at the most.

He had an instinct of knowing when someone was looking at him, like his teammates and would meet their eyes with nothing but a bored stare before they'd look away not wanting to be bummed out by his mood. If only they knew that wasn't how he was feeling at all.

Even tonight, as Jake sits in a corner booth at the Hard Deck, his beer turning warm in his hand, his mouth and the rapid thud of his heart almost betray his exterior as he stares at you across the bar. You're talking to Penny, the easy smile on your face enough to make the corner of his lips twitch as he sits still, imagining all the things he'd say to you if he only had the courage to get off his ass.

Then he feels eyes on him and looks away, shooting a hard look in Javy and Reuben's direction. They both whirl around, turning their backs to him and then he's back to looking at you.

"He looking again?" Penny mumbles, leaning over the bar and grinning up at you. You've been caught glancing around the room again as to not make it obvious you were staring right back at the handsome blond.

"Mmm" You hum, biting on the inside of your cheek to try and stop yourself from grinning like a fool. You glance around again, eyes moving swiftly over him and onto the next person despite the desperate yearning in your chest, begging you to look at him again.

"I don't know why you don't just go and talk to him" Penny leans forward, lowering her tone so that there isn't a chance another guy in uniform hears the exchange. You whine, bouncing your foot like you were trying to get rid of a cramp.

"Have you met me? I'll take two steps and sweat my face off" You've never been overly confident and you had High School to thank for it. It didn't matter that it's been a decade since you graduated, growing up an overweight girl and not dropping the weight until you were in your 20's made you overly receptive to judgement.

You felt better now, more confident and happier, but because you didn't get to experience that bittersweet 'teenage love', you weren't really sure how dates and interest in people being reciprocated worked. Slowly losing weight late when everyone was getting boyfriends, or pregnant or even married didn't help either.

You'd noticed guys flocking to your pretty, skinny friends on nights out, and despite how beautiful your friends promised you were, your weight was the first thing they saw. If you smiled their way you were just the sweet, chubby girl that looked like she'd drank a whole bar empty and didn't know what was in and out of her league.

You'd never really had experience talking to guys, your Dad and brother not included, so the fact a ridiculously handsome man in uniform, that you're sure never would've spared you a glance when you were bigger, had been staring at you for weeks now, made you beyond nervous to make eye contact with him, let alone talk to him like Penny has tried to convince you to do for a while now.

"Well hey, if he doesn't love your nervous sweats then he doesn't deserve you" Penny tried to make you feel better, squeezing your arm before standing back up straight to fix a couple orders from some guys at the end of the bar. Your smile slowly falls from your face and internally you curse at yourself for not having the courage to even just go and say hi.

What you don't realise is Jake's doing the same, beating himself up for becoming so darn weak that he can't stand up, take a deep breath and walk over to you. Flying planes and risking his life were easy, but talking to a pretty woman he's been coming to the Hard Deck every day for 3 weeks purely with hopes of even just seeing? He felt like he couldn't breathe.

But then he watches your exchange with Penny, his heart beating twice as hard when for the first time in 3 weeks he watches the smile he's come to adore slowly fade from your face when Penny turns her back to you. He notices your heavy exhale and the drop of your shoulders. He notices you running the tip of your index finger around the rim of the glass in your hand that you're yet to take a sip of. He notices the slight crease of your eyebrows when you gnaw on your lip, and suddenly... he's never wanted to lift someone's mood so desperately before.

He doesn't give himself even a second to talk himself out of making his way to you, the need to see your smile again all too consuming.

Whatever's on your mind has your full attention, that even when the guy you've been watching for the last 3 weeks sits down on the stool beside you, his knee grazing yours, you fail to notice and keep tracing your finger around the rim of your glass.

Jake didn't know what the hell to say that didn't make him come across as an obsessed stalker, so he tried a humorous take instead. "You know, I almost wore that exact same top today. How embarrassing would that have been if we matched?"

His voice floats right into your ear and you turn your head, sucking in a sharp breath when you realise the person that's just spoken to you, is the same person you're making yourself insecure over. You open your mouth like a goldfish, not knowing what to say as you're still trying to process the fact he's finally spoken to you, before closing your mouth again.

You look down at the obviously very feminine top you paired with plain jeans, and finally his words sink in. Your lips curve up and the moment of internal terror Jake had as you stared at him in silence, washed away.

"Only embarrassing if you pulled it off better than me" Jake's mouth pulls up into an easy smile as he stares right back at you, both completely oblivious to the group of pilots watching the exchange in surprise.

"I find it hard to believe anyone could" The flirtation rolls of Jake's tongue and he can't help grin at the sight of your cheeks flushing as you turn your head away from him slightly, looking ahead. Jake's eyes bounce over your features up close and he wonders how somebody could look so beautiful from afar, and even more mesmerising up close. He regret's not talking to you the second he saw you.

"I'm Jake" He blurts the words, almost like he can't contain them any more. The longer he goes without properly introducing himself and learning your name, the more desperate he becomes to know anything and everything about you. You look back and his eyes are immediately drawn to your lips as they curve up in the most beautifully natural smile.

Sure, he's wanted to kiss you since the moment he spotted you, but right now, as he stares at your mouth and the faint dimple poking at your cheeks, he's never been more content seeing another person happy in his life.

"Y/n" You reply softly and immediately your name is carved and filled with pure liquid gold, in Jake's heart. His heart beats to the letters of your name in morse code. His eyes fill with so much hope as he stares at you, like finding out your name is the greatest gift he could've ever gotten.

And as you stare right back at him, he wonders if telling you he's in love with you before even the suggestion of a first date is too soon.

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My first Top Gun: Maverick short. Hope it was okay <3

[nevadancitizen]

moved house recently and the movers literally destroyed my insect display case and the specimens inside so i drew the sillies with the insects i think would represent them best to soothe the pain. explanation below the cut (be warned, it’s long and so so fucking nerdy)

(+ sanford bombardier beetle follow-up)

okay so first is doc with a madagascar hissing cockroach. despite cultural connotations, cockroaches are some of the smartest insects (up there with bees, wasps, and termites (which they share an order with — blattodea)), and doc is nothing if not the brains of SQ. madagascar hissing cockroaches are some of the few insects that stay with their offspring for a long while, therefore protecting them. doc is also protective of his men in a somewhat similar fashion, albeit from a distance and behind a cold, stern demeanor. also these roaches can’t fly, and doc can’t drive. there’s a joke in there somewhere but i can’t find it.

then we’ve got hank with an assassin bug. there’s not really any notable species within the family, so it’s just supposed to be a general insect within reduviidae (but not an ectoparasite). some assassin bugs transmit chagas disease, which is mostly always unwanted and detrimental, much like hank’s presence to anyone outside of SQ (or within the SQ, because hank’s loyalty mostly just faults to his own bloodlust). assassin bugs also have one of the most painful insect bites but, unlike hank, they use chemicals (injected via proboscis) to induce pain rather than ripping and tearing. still, the end result is the same.

obviously, what else would sanford have other than a hercules beetle? they’re one of the strongest insects (as evidenced by the horns on their head and prothorax), and sanford is, unarguably, the strongest grunt of the SQ. male hercules beetles use their horns to grapple and fight (both for territory and mates), and sanford also uses very melee-heavy tactics while fighting. they also use their horns to leverage and throw their opponents, and sanford uses his hook with similar tactics. these beetles are very hardy (due to their exoskeleton and hardened elytra) just like sanford, despite his usual lack of clothing and armor.

lastly, there’s deimos and the australian tiger beetle. they’re known as the fastest species of tiger beetle (up to 9 km/h or 5.6 mph) and — not sure if this is canon or a universally accepted headcanon — deimos is the fastest grunt of the SQ. these beetles run so fast and hunt so aggressively that their sensory system literally can’t keep up and their eyes shut off, so they have to stop often (for just a fraction of a second) to regain their faculties, which gives their prey several chances to escape. this reflects in deimos through his jokey demeanor and tendency to not take things seriously until it’s too late. thankfully, the australian tiger beetle is only listed as “near threatened” on the red list, unlike deimos, who is totally fucking dead.

thank you for coming to my ted talk which is just me smushing my two special interests together like a child mixing play-doh

[nobodysdaydreams]

Giving a complicated tragic childhood backstory to your favorite character is all fun and games, until you realize you need to account for how old all the other adult characters would have been at the time and realize that scenes that would work perfectly if one character was twenty three and the other was fourteen stop working when you need other characters who are played by adult actors clearly younger than they are to be in college at the same time so your story beats line up thematically.

[lotsofsq]

@magic-swords gave me this idea but it would be so funny if sq played cards with the ten men and almost always inexplicably won without really caring or knowing what to do, just the image of the ten men getting so frustrated is hilarious to me

[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of sq and two ten men sitting criss cross on the ground holding cards. sq is smiling and labeled “winning, doesn’t care” both ten men are scowling and labeled “Does Care”]

[reveluving]

Girl tell me why I had a jdm dream where he asked me to do butt stuff w him and I said yeah and we enjoyed it a lot? 🤨

*sighing and taking out my card* 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳

sweet velvet ; jeffrey dean morgan characters x female reader

includes: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), bits of both soft & mean!doms & loads of possessive/lovestruck JDM chars!

a/n: I could never get this ask out of my head since, is all I can say to y'all hsjdhssk PLEASE, I can't thank you enough for feeding into my JDM thirst, and I encourage y'all reading this to do the same because I can never get enough of this man UGHHH and pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ❤️

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char. include: joe kessler (the boys), negan smith (twd), max (the resident '11), john winchester (supernatural, hear me out), ike evans (magic city), patrick sullivan (the accidental husband), & luke vaughn (heist 2015)!

smut includes: husband!jdm char., unprotected s~ex (p/fingers in v), size kink, plugs (on f!reader), spitting k~ink, cunnilingus & a~ss eating, stockings/heels, c~ckwarming, mirror k~ink, edging, mentions of overstimulation and sq~uirting. each and every one of them is just obsessed with you!!

If you thought his obsession over your height difference was ridiculous, think again because he could never get enough of your ass.

Regardless of your JDM men of choice, there is no doubt their obsession with your ass is unreal. Without a doubt that each and every one of them eats like it would be their last moments on earth. Loving the sloppy mess of both their spit and your juices, not only mixing and dribbling down their chin and facial hair, but especially down to your tight hole.

Negan, John, Kessler, and Max, the nastiest men in the bunch, would buy you one or more of those gem plugs because there has never been a more gorgeous sight than you writhing on top of them as they teasingly run the cool plug along your tight hole. All while condescendingly mirroring your parted lips while you’re desperately trying not to move so much upon their command, a creamy white ring now visible at the base. 

There is just something so bewitching about seeing a sex toy that is almost so innocent-looking being enough to have you clenching so hard around them.

Or they would have you on your back, flicking their tongue along your sopping lips before descending to the plug you’re gripping hard on. Licking around the gem and teasing your sensitive skin around it while holding your legs over their shoulders. 

Occasionally pulling the toy out just a little and seeing you pucker before pushing it back in with a groan that’ll send shivers down your spine.

Wrap your thighs around their head or roll your hips into their face all you want, being smothered by their pretty girl this way, to them, would be the best way to go there is.

Ike, the man of all things fancy, is all about romance. He adores building the tension up, standing behind you and running his hands up and down your sides, groaning as he gets a whiff of the tantalizing smell of your favourite perfume spritzed just behind your ear. If there’s music, he will sway to the sultry beat with you, reminding you like he does every day, how much of a lucky son of a gun he is to have you, and how much he needs you.

He wants you at your most comfortable, and he wants you to let it all out for him: no muffling, no shying away, and absolutely no hiding. If the entirety of Miami can marvel upon you like an angel on earth, then he, your dearest husband, can most certainly do the same, and way more, just like you deserve. 

Models or showgirls don’t even hold a candle to you when he can have you in just stockings and/or a garter belt with heels. While he loves you in both everything and nothing, but with just heels and stockings? Fuck, he doesn’t think even the strongest liquor could get him this drunk and enchanted as he is with you.

He knows that looming over you at the foot of the bed will have you squirming on your back already. Plus, missionary is only boring if you make it boring, not when Ike would hold your legs over his shoulder, barely concealing his dazed state for you by kissing your ankles, moving his hips with vigour to hear your moans peak at every thrust. 

Patrick, kinky as he is passionate, strives to incorporate both, especially for your pleasure. So what’s sexier than cockwarming and mirror sex? To be able to easily see both your eyes rolling back and the sight of himself buried inside you is the cherry on top, especially after a hard day’s work as a frontliner. 

He would hold you against him, the fine hairs on his chest tickling your back as he plants soft kisses along your neck. Infuriatingly reminding you to keep your eyes on the mirror, whether by a whisper or a subtle grip on your thighs, knowing it gets you more bratty and impatient by the second. 

If Patrick is a little more on the passionate side, then Luke falls more on the kinky end. He yearns for you 24/7 and it amplifies when he is either stressed or when he sees you bond with his daughter so well. 

Whether you're standing chest to chest with his hands cupping your cheeks or holding you to his side as an act of protection, his hand is on the small of your back and lingering just inches away from your rear. The fact that physical touch, being one of, if not, his most major love language is definitely a sign.

Similar to the first three, Luke will not be able to stop smiling ever so smugly whenever you jerk and squirm, hoping he'd spare you the relentless teasing, and once he does, he would lick a stripe along your pussy and nipping at your clit between his lips while prodding his middle finger at that very spot.

Sloppy and desperate to make you cum on his tongue while pushes another finger into you, smiling against your back arches so beautifully.

a/n: how many jdmorgan characters did I want in this, you may ask? yes! and this is me holding back! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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Dating Deanna -Final contestants

Sims who do not have a post of their own that will be joining us!

CW: Mentions of pregnancy loss

Kay Barkley by @daedriyth

She was with a man right out of highschool and was pregnant. It was a rough pregnancy and she had to have the baby via c section due to birthing complications (hence the scar). She lost the baby, and the guy blamed her for it and left her. The necklace she wears has her baby’s ashes in it. Her little girl was named Sienna Barkley, her last name and not the man’s. She only takes the necklace off when she plans to be intimate with another sim, otherwise it stays on. Its her most precious possession. The guy had convinced Kay to start a new life with him, so she’s nowhere near her family and misses them deeply as she’s a family oriented sim. She misses the hustle and bustle of a filled house. She loves baking!!! Her favorite holiday is Winterfest because she loves baking treats. She wants to learn more about gaming. Her favorite color is purple. Red is her natural hair color. She’s naturally a kind sim but will go to war for those she cares about. She’s thought about adoption more than once. She likes horses. She finds rockets fascinating and would love someone to teach her about them. She’s always in for a good laugh.

Yasmine Greenwood by @fallin4fiction

Yasmine Greenwood calls Evergreen Harbor home. Where else can she run through the smog, find precious treasures in the dump, and live freely amongst the (bar)flies? However, after focusing on cleaning the outside world, Yasmine realizes she now has to clean her inner world. She is looking for someone to love her for herself and be her partner in environmental advancement and Ever After.

Posy Valentine by @invisiblequeen

Once upon a time, not long ago, Posy was a contestant on Love Island: Tartosa. She thought she'd found the one and left in high spirits. Five years later, she's a popular producer for some of your favorite artists, she's a style icon on trendi...and she's newly single. As scarred as she is from the breakup, you'd think she'd never open her heart to another again...

Elise Agro by @invisiblequeen

Elise spent her college years traveling the entire world, looking for her purpose in life. After years of living in everyone else's shadow, she was ready to get out of town and broaden her horizons. As wild and fun as it's been, Elise has started to miss home, and just moved back into a small apartment to find more of herself without anyone's expectations looming over her. Maybe she'll find her special someone there, too... or maybe she'll wind up taking another trip to Tartosa?

Alaina Osborne by @hashimasims

She is an aspiring actress who left her hometown of Twinbrook to try to make it big in Del Sol Valley, disowning her family in the process who said it would never happen and she'd come crawling back home after a month. She was already a failure to them when she started bringing women home as well as men to meet the family. Now it has been five years and though she had to grudgingly take a waitress job at a grungy dive bar so she could pay the rent of for her tiny 250 sq ft shoebox of an apartment, her snobbish self would never let herself admit that maybe her family was right. When she found out she had been chosen for the show, Alaina quit her job and left everything behind in the hope of another new beginning. After so many failed relationships and Watcher awful dates over the years she's starting to believe that romance doesn't actually exist only lust and sexual need. She does hope that maybe she could find "the one" in Deanna but hopes that if not she can use this show as a stepping stone to get into the TV and Movie business.

Nathalie Carrillo by @berrysims-lp

Nathalie, well, she doesn't really know what she wants from life. It's not for lack of trying though! She's been on the move the last few years bouncing between jobs, never finding one she wanted to commit to. Between working in resorts and restaurants, between selling bracelets and beans, she hasn't found something worth sticking to. Could love be the thing to stop her constantly changing mind, or will the commitment of a filming contract be too much?

Big thanks to my ghostwriters @abbysimsfun and @sleepyselkiesims who are helping me out with some of these!