#we've got this!! :DD

[keeps-ache]

i've paid off the majority of my sleep-debt! :D exhaustion was making my brain make jokes about homo sapiens until 12 a.m. last night

[thelittlestspider]

i'm not 100% sure, but i think guardian devil is where all the "matt is super religious" stuff comes from.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

"ESTÁS GUAPÍSIMO" IS ONE OF THE LAST THINGS SHE SAID TO GABRIEL BEFORE HE DIED 😭😭😭😭

[perchingominouslysmwh]

my fingers smell like coffee and acrylic paint- this might be my favorite thing ever :]

[illdothehotvoice]

I think ignoring the uh. problems with Spirit of Justice, I've come to the conclusion that I think my biggest issue with it is it really just kind of went "Oh! You want more focus on Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney and it's characters? Sure, here you go! *retcons like. The entire game*"

Anyways I am about to complain a LOT about Spirit of Justice in the tags.

[thegnomelord]

ooohh I love the idea of alpha gaz actually. Especially with his dynamic with price because price is kind of like his role model sometimes and he's a much older and more experienced guy that's used to being in leadership positions. Gaz is younger and somewhat looks up to price and has never been in a position to tell other people what to do, so to have that flipped in the bedroom and have omega price and alpha gaz is not what most people would expect them to be. It makes their relationship more interesting. And gaz especially would be a good alpha because he's not a hothead and can keep control of himself more than most other alphas can. And I mean we've already had omega Gaz fics so it would be nice to switch it up this time (not if you don't want to. Just ideas)

Hm that's a good point and a cool dynamic idea too :Dd, as I'm not all that certain if I'm gonna even do abo so here's a quick experimental brain fart with Alpha Gaz/omega Price/alphaHound

CW:NSFW, this is more or less when Hound has mostly been rehabed and is more confident about intimacy. Not all too happy about it but it's a good enough example of how I'd incorporate the abo dynamic. Tell me what ya'll think lol

Price looks like he's run a marathon, huffing and puffing more than a racehorse as he settles in his nest. Of course his heat had to hit a whole 2 weeks earlier than it was supposed to, leading him to make a makeshift nest out of whatever he had in his closet and what the lads gave him. You'd think with him getting on in age his heats would slow down and lessen in intensity, but it seemed like his body was out to get him with his heats remaining the same as they had been when he first joined the military.

At least he's got two alphas able to help him through it.

Gaz doesn't have an overpowering scent like most alphas, but the smell of an omega in the first stages of heat will have any alpha's scent glands going into overdrive. The heady smell of nutmeg and beeswax spreads through the room, mixing with Price's own mint and blackberry scent that's been turned sweeter from his heat, as Kyle tentatively gets in the nest, fumbling with his belt like he's a teenager while he nuzzles his nose into Price's sweaty neck.

"Kyle I swear on the queen if you don't pick up the pace." Price hisses but the edge in his words are dulled by the soft purrs coming from his chest.

"Sorry sir," Kyle mumbles as he rubs his skin against Price's, somehow managing to end up between Price's spread legs, his fingers pushing into his slick hole. "I just- you smell so good."

"Eager whelp." You huff a small laugh as Price groans. Your own movements are slower, more measured, your scent muskier thanks to your age. You feel Kyle's hackles raise as you settle behind him, your body so, so much larger than his. But the low rumbling chuffs you make has him calming down just a bit, enough to not notice when your hand grips his wrist, two of your fingers sliding in along his and curling. "Move your hand like this, you'll get him wet in seconds."

Price moans as your curling fingers brush against the spongy spot inside him, his cock leaking a few drops of pre against his stomach. "As if you weren't the same." Price chuckles, holding Kyle by the scruff so he can pull him down into a sloppy kiss. "First time you helped Simon with his heat you barely lasted a minute before you shot your lil lads like a virgin."

Gaz doesn't know how either of you have enough sense in your heads left to think let alone talk when he feels like his brain is melting through his dick. Your scents curl in his nose and he whines, so hard it hurts him as he feels Price clench and relax around his fingers. He sobs his muffled 'thank you's into Price's neck when you deem Price prepped enough, a firm hand on his cock guiding him inside that tight heat.

Kyle's hips try to snap up to sheathe himself inside his omega on instinct, a low and pitiful grownly whine leaving him when you hold him steady with only his tip inside that tight heat.

"Go slow." You chastise him, one large hand on his hip to keep Gaz still while the other slides down to hold him by his knot. "Wouldn't want you to cum too soon, right?" When Kyle nods dumbly you slowly push on his hips until he's almost all the way inside Price, a small slap on his flank getting Kyle to rock his hips in a way you hope Price still likes.

"Lad- you-" Your name sounds like an angel's choir on Price's lips, his head falling back. Kyle takes that time to lay kisses and hickeys across his neck. "So good to me boys." Price slurs, eyes closing and enjoying the stretch of his walls around Kyle's cock, the pleasure and small hints of pain scratching that gnawing heat in his blood.

"Careful now Kyle," You hum and let go of his cock when he picks up the pace you want him to have, his ass grinding against your cock every time he pulls out to thrust back into Price. "I'll need to show you how to fuck properly if you lack the skills."

You can see why Price picked him to be the team's alpha. Most knotheaded whelps would have been up at arms for even the mere suggestion of taking a cock up the ass, yet by the sharpening of Kyle's scent you can he likes the idea.

"I wouldn't mind that." Kyle shoots back, and his surprising words get a pleased rumble out of you. "Yeah, you like that big man- fuck- hah-" the teasing list in his voice is lost as he moans, the smooth glide of his cock into Price and the lewd sound of omega slick squelching every time he moves making heat burn in his veins.

He shivers as your massive body presses further against his back, pinning him between you and Price and forcing his cock to go deeper with every thrust. "Good." You rumble against his neck, the cold metal plating your canines pressing against his skin as you gently nibble on his neck only working to further stoke the burning heat in his body. "Because I'm finding you lacking."

[daddyreid]

helping hands.

pairing: daddy!steve harrington x reader, dom!eddie munson x reader (fem/afab reader)

summary: you and steve are having some trouble getting you to fit him, so he takes you to his friend eddie, who is happy to help.

warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI! porn with little plot, established dom/sub relationship, daddy kink, a bit of dd/lg (no age regression), mentions of losing virginity, extremely desperate reader, fingering, voyeurism, threesome (?), m/m/f, pet names (sweetheart, darling, bunny), kinda size kink (?)

"go ahead, sweetheart. tell eddie what problem we've been having." steve urges you gently, looking sympathetically at your blushing face and then back to his friend.

the words are stuck in your throat when steve first makes the request. you look up at him and whimper, feeling more humiliated with every second that passes.

“it’s okay, y/n. he’s here to help.” steve reassures you, and eddie nods in agreement, giving you a kind and empathetic smile from where he sat on his bed.

"i... i can't take him." you admit quietly, heat rushing through your whole body. you were so embarrassed that it had taken this long, that you had been with steve for months and you still hadn't been able to fit him. steve had been so patient, prioritizing your pleasure over physically fitting inside you, and found lots of other ways to make you feel good (really, really good).

but you wanted more, and you were starting to get fed up with your own body's limitations. luckily, steve's friend eddie was the local BDSM expert, and was more than happy to help when he heard that steve harrington's pretty girl needed some help fitting her daddy.

"you can't take his what, darling?" eddie prods, leaning forward with his hands folded in his lap. he looks at you expectantly, blinking as he waits patiently for your response.

"his cock!" you finally cried. "i want to ride him so bad but i can't fit!" you cover your face with your hands, feeling more embarrassed than ever. steve's hand lands on your back, rubbing soothing circles against the exposed skin.

"ooh," eddie tsk's. "that's no good. we have to fix that, sweetheart." he turns to steve. "we've got to stretch her out, harrington." he said, matter-of-factly. "may i?"

steve turns to you for approval, as you do to him. "i'm scared." you admit, looking into his eyes. "but i want to try. i want to be able to take you." you mumble. steve smiles at your persistence, kissing you on the forehead. "then let's give it a try." eddie pretends to be interested in something on the ceiling while you talk. "alright, munson, be gentle with her. any funny business and i knock your ass out of this trailer, got it?"

"i wouldn't dream of it, harrington." eddie turns to you. "gonna take real good care of this pretty girl." you blush and he gently strokes your cheek, the cool metal of his rings sending a chill up your spine. "can't do it without you, though, harrington- need you to get her warmed up."

steve gladly pulls you into his lap and crashes his lips onto yours, definitely kissing you harder now that someone was watching. eddie bit his lip as he saw you quickly get lost in steve's kiss, whining and grabbing at his shirt for more. you completely forget about your surroundings as your mouths molded together and steve slips his tongue in your mouth, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you even closer. you feel your heartbeat moving down your body, the extraordinary passion coming from steve becoming intoxicating. you push yourself down onto his lap, and steve adjusts himself so his knee is inbetween your legs, the denim causing just enough friction against your core.

you whine again, beginning to moan in steve's ear, just loud enough for eddie to hear on the other side of the bed. eddie lets out an involuntary groan, quick to cover it with a barely convincing cough. steve smirks and pulls away from you, his hold on your hair keeping you in place as he turns to eddie.

"she sounds great, doesn't she?" he prompts, raising an eyebrow at his friend. eddie can't take his eyes off of you, your doe eyes staring up at steve impatiently, knuckles turning white as you gripped his shirt in desperation. "you wanna hear for yourself?"

"in a little. keep going." eddie decides, leaning back to watch from a better angle.

steve keeps working his magic on you until you're begging for his touch, trying to push his hands off your hips and onto your belt loops. steve gets the message and slips his hand under the denim of your shorts, his fingers finding their way to the center of your panties. the pads of his index and middle fingers gently brush your core, steve groaning at the feeling of you dripping through the fabric. "fuck, baby." he sucks in through his teeth, pushing slightly more forward. eddie's mouth waters as he imagines what you feel like, growing slightly jealous that steve's hands are the ones in your panties instead of his- but he knows his time is coming, so he waits patiently and chooses to enjoy the show.

"daddy, please." you beg, voice barely above a whisper. "please touch me." you're whimpering, giving steve the biggest puppy dog eyes that you can muster. steve bites his lip to hold in a groan, looking at you with blown pupils and his own flushed cheeks. you look so perfect for him like this, desperate and begging for his touch, willing to let his friend watch because you wanted to fuck him so badly. to put it simply, he felt on top of the world.

"deep breath in, baby." he says, not wanting to deny you any longer, and he lets his middle finger slide through your wetness and into your core, hissing as he feels how unbelievably tight you are. "good girl." he praises as you accept him, letting your head fall back. he takes this as a sign to start moving, and begins slowly pumping his finger in and out of you.

"oh, my god.." you let out a nearly pornographic moan, loving the delicious feeling of steve's finger inside you. your walls aren't used to any type of stretch, and steve's finger reaches spots that you've never felt before. you start to match his rythym, grinding your hips forward and steve can't help his cock from growing so hard that even eddie notices. "good fucking girl." he hisses, eyes blown with lust as he watches you fuck yourself on his finger. "you want another one, baby?"

"yes, please, daddy," you whine as you slowly bounce on his digit. steve begins to get lost in his arousal, as do you, his animalistic instincts taking over at the sound of your mewling voice. he forgets all about the previous incidents and begins sliding a second finger into you, inching his way up to his middle finger. you both should have seen this coming but unfortunately, just as they have too many times before, steve's fingers burn too much, and you have to squeak out your safe word.

steve halts his actions and pulls out of you immediately, quickly wrapping both arms around your frame and pulling you tightly against his heaving chest. he doesn't even glance at eddie, who is also quite worried, but steve is laser focused on you. "are you okay, bunny?" he whispers, stroking your hair with one hand, while the other stays tightly around your waist. you nod into his shoulder, simply frustrated with the growing feeling of deja vu. you groan against steve's skin, trying not to mentally beat yourself up.

meanwhile, eddie is watching intently, doing his best to properly analyze every move you make. "hey, are we all good here?" he asks sincerely as he cocks his head to the side. you nod into steve’s shoulder in response, avoiding direct eye contact with the man on the other side of the bed.

“we can’t continue unless i hear you.” eddie gets serious for a second, reminding you of the rules he set before you three began your session. steve runs your back reassuringly again, and you find the courage to speak.

“yes…. ‘m just embarrassed….” you mumble, finally locking eyes with eddie again. his heart stings as he looks into your desperate and pleading gaze.

"you have nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart." eddie smiles warmly. "this is what you came to me for." he shifts his weight, rolling up the sleeves of his leather jacket and leaning forward. "can i try something?" he asks and you bashfully nod. something about eddie made you trust him, and you felt in your heart that he truly wanted to help both you and steve.

you sigh, twitching your nose as you sniffle. "i don't know what's wrong with me..."

"hey, there's nothing wrong with you, darling." eddie interrupts. "i think you need to let that pretty head of yours relax and just focus on your daddy, can you do that for me?" he whispers. you nod again.

eddie motions for steve to turn you around and he obeys, flipping your body so your back is flush against his chest, one of his hands draped across your stomach, the other still underneath your waistband. eddie stays in his spot for the moment, his eyes grazing over you before he tells steve to take off your shorts.

"are you okay with that, sweetheart?" he asks kindly, placing his large, warm hands on your knees. you nod shyly, blushing as steve presses kisses to your neck and begins to slide the denim down your legs. once the material leaves your hips, eddie is biting his lip at the sight in front of him: your pale pink panties with a wet spot spread across the core, the bulge of steve's fingers evident as they wait for eddie's instruction. "panties, too, sweetheart." he gives you a sympathetic smile as you gently lift your hips up and steve removes the fabric, shifting into the perfect position to put you fully on display for eddie. when he's done, your legs are spread, steve's knees keeping them apart, his finger hovering outside your aching cunt. your glistening core is right in front of eddie, leaking desperation onto his bedsheets.

"start again." eddie instructs, and his cock hardens when he sees steve's digit disappear inside of you, reappearing soaked in your wetness. you begin to moan steadily again, you and steve getting lost in your rythym fairly quickly. eddie gets lost in a trance of watching you, your cunt puffy and your head thrown back against steve's shoulder as you whine and moan for him.

eddie leans forward now, his knees pressed against yours. "can i touch you, sweetheart?" steve pauses his motions and presses an extra long kiss against your jaw, whispering barely audible "it's okay" 's into your hair. you decide to tell eddie 'yes' and he grins before springing into action.

his hands immediately land on your breasts, squeezing and kneading them with more force than steve had ever dared try. it feels fantastic, and you're wondering how the thought of playing rough has never crossed your mind. steve resumes fingering you, and the new feeling of pleasure coming from three directions has you panting and groaning between the two men. eddie can tell you're enjoying yourself and reached one hand up to catch your jaw, squeezing just enough to gain control of your movements. he turns your head toward steve, forcing you two to make eye contact as steve pumps in and out of you, directing you to "keep your eyes on your daddy, pretty girl." steve smiles at you, breathing slightly heavy from his pace, but happy to have you so close nonetheless.

eddie pulls away and begins directing steve, but you don't hear him. looking into steve's eyes, every worry you have melts away, leaving you in a blissful state of pleasure and comfort. you don't even realize when steve's ring finger prods your entrance and successfully join his middle. you're so preoccupied in staring at the man you love, you only realize when he begins pumping with both fingers, and you feel your walls stretching around him. you gasp, eyes widening to meet steve's as you look at each other with pure joy and excitement.

"that's two, baby." steve grins proudly at you through thrusts and you giggle, taking a second to press a sincere kiss to his lips as he continues. two of his fingers now hit that spongey spot and you let out a squeak. eddie brings his hands back to your body, one resting on your hip, the other reaching down to find your clit. he begins rubbing slow circles on the button and you sigh, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure. steve is relentless, your moans fueling every stroke of his hand, biting and sucking on your neck to keep you close. eddie massages your breast with his free hand, the other picking up the pace as he and steve attempt to bring you to release.

"fuck, daddy, eddie," you slur, your toes curling and thighs burning as they work their magic on you. "i think 'm gonna come."

"gonna be a good girl and come for daddy, princess?" steve asks out of habit, biting his lip and angling his palm to thrust into you even deeper. eddie leans forward to suck on the other side of your neck, whispering in your ear:

"come on, sweetheart, soak stevie's fingers." he encourages, and something in you is compelled to do exactly as he says. the coil snaps and you begin to gush all over steve's hand, your juices coating both his and eddie's fingers. "that's it, baby." eddie coos, and steve chimes in; "such a good fucking girl for daddy."

steve is panting as he pulls out of you, immediately bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean, feeling satisfied as he savors the taste of you.

"you were right, harrington." eddie groans through gritted teeth, eyes completely fixated on you. "she sounds like a dream."

[thewertsearch]

You get the Draconian Dignitary on the line. He asks what the hell you've been up to.

Looks like Jack’s still in contact with DD - something which had no reason not to be the case, but is nevertheless a very funny fact.

The guy’s a planet-destroying abomination, but still has mobster lackeys. Weird that that’s happened twice.

He makes sure you're remembering to keep the destructive impulses to a minimum. No more planet exploding or anything like that. You say yeah yeah. He says no point in securing power when there's nothing left to rule.

And DD’s even working to preserve the session! The guy's a bit of an unsung hero here, as we've all seen what Jack did to the troll planets. If he starts blowing up Lands - particularly LOHAC - we're fucked.

I wonder if this is Vriska’s doing, actually. We already know she can influence Carapacians, and she’s already done so to a Dersite Agent specifically.

Lousy stupid dignitary, all keeping your murderous tendencies in check. He's the most terrible guy you almost kind of didn't despise completely.

Jack genuinely cares about DD, doesn't he?

Something about that tiny spark of warmth is really getting to me. It's one thing to be facing a corrupted game character, but Jack's starting to seem like a person - and people tend to be more dangerous villains than NPCs.

lmfao

You attempt to humor the Sovereign Slayer's demands diplomatically. There's a narrow line to walk between obeying the orders of a clear superior and blindly facilitating a perfectly useless genocide. It takes a very savvy breed of psychopath to pull it off.

Ah, so DD knows exactly what he’s doing here.

Honestly, his cold, calculating style might make him more dangerous than Jack. I'm starting to suspect that if he got the Ring, the Players would already be dead, and the session would be on total lockdown.

The Slayer is yapping about some girl. Probably one of the young players who can no longer provide any serious threat to your rule.

Or not, since he apparently thinks the Players are no threat.

Like - really, Droog? The Sburb Players are no threat? The game's protagonists are-

Ah, I'm wasting my breath. The game probably forces Dersite Agents to underestimate the Players, so they don't just assassinate them in their beds.

You say fine, just send the droll after her.

Delegating the one murder you can't commit is a genuinely excellent idea...

There's a moment of radio silence. He says you mean the COURTYARD Droll? He wants to be sure this is the same droll you're talking about.

...which has already been ruined. Even Jack knows that the Deuce is more likely to help Jade than kill her.

[petermorwood]

This post mentions the Le Creuset Doufeu casserole (Dutch oven) and several comments were "I want / must get".

@dduane and I don't need one, but from curiosity I went looking to see what they cost, and what I said in the original post still applies:

New Le Creusets like the one above are hideously expensive...

Ouch!

Since buying by brand name Is A Thing, it seems to me that the words LE CREUSET on cast-iron cookware immediately jacks the price up by at least 100 £$€ currency units over similar items from other manufacturers; for curiosity I compared Le Creuset to Staub, which also aren't exactly cheap: 41cm oval Staub, €449; 40cm oval Le Creuset, €599.

OUCH!

*****

They can be found somewhat (and if lucky, much) cheaper on eBay and Etsy, or in yard sales, garage sales, car boot sales and thrift shops.

A bit of searching revealed that people have had some very good luck with vintage Le Creusets, quite possibly because the original owners didn't know what they'd got.

This has to be the best thrift shop bargain I've seen in a long time:

*****

We've got these:

Even though only the orange one is actually labelled as a Doufeu, the other two have recessed lids and also work that way, complete with condensation drip-points cast on the insides.

This seems standard on recessed-lid casseroles, Staub have them too, and makes me think that casseroles with those lids are a better buy, since they can be used for regular OR doufeu cooking while those with flat or domed lids can't.

Also, remember where I said "original owners don't know what they've got"...? I found a hint of that in a sales listing which says:

It has a multi banded lid with a sunken knob, enabling the lid to be inverted, and used as a serving dish, with raised studs to help stop the food from moving around when being carved.

I think what happened here was that whoever wrote the description didn't know what the studs were actually for, and defaulted to what they thought they were for.

They're not sharp enough to hold food in place, and while this style of lid can be balanced inverted, it's not so they become serving dishes, because they'll teeter off-balance again with the slightest sideways pressure, such as trying to carve meat. So, er, don't.

*****

The cream/brown Fontignac was bought new more than 30 years ago - I've mentioned the French Country Recipes (seriously yummy) cookbook that came with it a couple of times - and DD bought the orange Le Cousances Doufeu about 5 years ago on eBay.

The smaller black Tramontina (from Brazil) was bought new last year to find out if something at that price level was any good.

So far... Yes, it is.

Staub own the Fontignac brand-name and Le Creuset own Le Cousances, so here's what to look for on the base of vintage originals.

There must be other bargains out there, maybe even as good as that thrift-store capture, so good hunting!

[delilahcalicocat]

♡•~Mi amor~•♡

{Ratin: Smut.}

{Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Swearing, small smidge of a language Kink, Hair pulling, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Aka you've been warned, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Full on. DD/LG, Pet names.}

{Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader}

[I literally am melting over this ugh. 😵‍💫]

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Damian ran towards the ring, eager to cash in his briefcase.

I was backstage with the rest of the judgement day, well more of asleep.

You see, Damian is a big risk taker.. so I was worried about that plan, if he won.. he'd be heading back here immediately to fuck his girlfriend and uh... we've already had Finn walk in on us once and I don't need that again..

"Hey Mamacitá, you ready yet?" He spoke

I had been awake after I heard everyone yelling, so kind of yes?

"Yeah.. Sure.." I spoke abruptly

He walked me to his van for once? Woah..

We got inside and he sat down.

"I'm gonna get changed, you go do whatever" He said

I went to the bathroom and took off my makeup, since I was tired.

"Aha, Nice try Mamacitá, but you're not going to sleep yet." He spoke

I stopped in my tracks, like a deer in headlights.

"W-What do you mean?" I asked

"Mamacitá you aren't sleeping yet, unless I fuck you to sleep" He spoke coldly

"Damian, are you sure you want this? This is the first time I've heard this from you.."

I was shocked, Damian had never become so... primal before...

Before I could speak again, he had my hair in his hand, pulling me into his lap

"¡¿Serás una buena puta para papá?! (You gonna be a good slut for Daddy?!)"

"¡Sí Papá! (Yes Daddy!)"

"Je, esa es mi pequeña, siendo una buena princesa para su papá. (Heh, thats my little girl, being a good princess for her daddy.)"

"Sí Papá, ¡Soy tu princesita! (Yes Daddy, I'm your little princess)"

"¿Quieres que tu papá te folle? (You want daddy to fuck you?)"

"¡Sí Sí Sí! Por Favor Papá (Yes! Yes! Yes! Please Daddy)"

"Prove to me you deserve it."

I got up, and slowly revealed what was actually under my hoodie.

It was a skimpy top, and under my skirt. Was of course lace panties.

"Do I deserve it now daddy?" You cocked an eyebrow

He stayed silent, as if something awoke in him.. a want no need for your warmth.

In quick secession, he'd stripped off both of your garments. Then he chose to strip off his, leaving you bent over the couch arm.

He made you watch as he stripped of his clothes, making you whimper and moan for the need of friction.

He didn't give you a warning, but you yelped at the feeling of him slamming into you, filling your needy little cunt to the brim.

"que buena princesita para su papi, tomando mi verga como una princesa (such a good little princess for her daddy, taking this cock like a princess)" He said

His words sent you over the edge, you came with Force, he proceeded to fuck you through your orgasm, making you moan louder from the over-sensitivity.

His thrusts began to get sloppy, he grabbed your hair and pulled it as he came. Filling you to the brim.

He then pulled you into his lap.

"Good Girl. But you're not done yet." He spoke.

With shaky legs, you began to get out of his lap, and began to suck his dick.

It didn't take too long for him to cum from the over-sensitivity from his first orgasm moments ago.

"That's my good little girl, mi amor~" He spoke, Picking you up and heading towards the bathroom

[incomingalbatross]

Dipper is a nerd but he's not a STEM nerd. He likes puzzles and codes and mysteries and cryptids and DD&MD and elaborate schemes - we don't see any particular interest in machines or computers or in chemical/biological/geological analysis of the various weirdnesses he uncovers. His Journal entries are super people-focused ("I raised the dead" is explicitly less important than "Stan knew all along!!" which. BUDDY). His life goal is, and I quote, to get into "a good technical college with a photography and media production minor to start my own ghost hunting show."

I love that Gravity Falls has a bunch of different flavors of nerds. Ford is "every science under the sun" and Mabel is "every artform" while Dipper and Stan and Soos are all harder to pin down. It's fun. We've got nerd diversity.

[spankedquail]

I think I read on your blog that you and your husband met in real life, the vanilla way? How did you get into DD? Who brought it up, what were those conversations like? I’m a single sub and I want to find my life partner by dating the normal way vs. through places like Fetlife but I’m worried it will be impossible to find someone who is interested in this lifestyle…

The Meetcute

Yeah, we met in real life. We were friends for a while, about a year, and both dating other people. We hung out a lot. He was often over at my apartment, with other friends, and my roommate (my bff) and never once went into my room before we started dating.

He broke up with his girlfriend of ~5 years, amicably. They just were going after different things in life and both recognized that things weren't working out between them as partners. He asked me out 4 months later.

I was dating my college boyfriend when my now-husband told me he liked me and wanted to date me. It was on one of our walks home together from work. He had just moved in a few streets down from me with a mutual friend after his break-up.

He said that he'd realized that he really liked me, more than a friend, and he couldn't live with the current status quo. Either we date, or he would have to draw some boundaries and stop hanging out with me so much. I asked him if I could take some time to think it over, and he said: "Sure, take a week to decide."

I broke up with my boyfriend after mulling things over for a week. I started dating my husband a few days after the breakup, right before his 26th birthday.

It's hard to believe now, but I don't think we had sex until 10 days or so after his birthday. I did give him a blowjob on his birthday, but he was happy to move slow. Looking back, that blowjob was probably horrible, because I hadn't encountered such a well endowed penis before, and I remember really struggling to get it in my mouth those first few times.

The next week, we spent a bunch of time together, and I remember a pivotal moment on my bed when we were lying next to each other, just talking, and I told him that I had some kinks, and he should know about them. I remember him tensing up beside me when I said that, and listening carefully. I told him that I liked submitting to dominant men.

After I said that, I remember his sigh of relief and chuckle. He'd been worried I'd say something completely incompatible with his desires. He told me he liked being dominant in bed, so this would work perfectly fine with him. I was elated. I felt understood.

A few days later, we had sex for the first time, and it wasn't this tentative exploratory kind of sex. I'm pretty sure he had me on my hands and knees right away, with a possessive hand in my hair. It was amazing, and it's been amazing ever since. We've tried new things in bed but the things that have stuck have tended to be things that reinforce my place beneath him and his authority over me. For example, one night, I called him Daddy while he was fucking me, and he loved it – that stuck. Eating pussy? Not really our thing. Didn't stick.

As for DD, that came up 3 or so years after we started dating. I think it was shortly before we got engaged. I was used to being slapped and spanked with sexual undertones, like if he wanted me to do a better job providing oral service.

I told him I always felt calmer and taken care of during those moments. I loved knowing that I just had to listen to him. I told him I was interested in trying out the dynamic outside of the bedroom. I appealed to what he got out of this arrangement, too -- he got a sweeter, more well behaved girlfriend, carte blanche on his desires, and regularly having a contrite, freshly beaten girl eagerly sucking his cock.

It started out experimental, and gradually became more serious, with both rules and beatings refined. Some rules felt like too much overhead for either party, or both, and were nixed. Or, he noticed another bad habit of mine that he wanted to eradicate. Or, it was a temporary rule for a more hands-on weekend with me.

Discipline was awkward at first, but we both settled into our roles after the first few times. Now, I get regularly disciplined via maintenance spanking every week, and punished whenever he feels like I need some correction. I'm usually pretty well behaved, so I dodge the most intense sting of his strap most of the time.

And it's been great. We've been more open with each other since all this started, and we haven't had any fights whatsoever. I feel so utterly loved and taken care of because of the effort he puts into all of this. There's no real opportunity for resentment to build up because he can take his annoyance out on my ass (and more), and we have all these built in moments for reflection and for me to honestly tell him how I feel about anything.

10/10 would recommend! I love serving him, pleasuring him, being relentlessly teased by him, obeying him, and just having fun together and fulfilling each other. He takes great care of me and he's helped me achieve more in life than I ever thought possible. He's handsome, generous, smart, and so sweet. I feel immensely lucky to love him and be loved by him.

Hope that answers your question. Happy to explain anything further!

[theplumsoldier]

summary: bits of love, domestic shit, sex and angst💗

warnings: vulgar language, smut, breeding kink, lil angst, fluff

a/n: i have been super busy with exams DD;

It had taken a lot getting used to, not constantly having to look over one's shoulder. Months had passed and you had found yourself quite enjoying the life you had made here.

It was safe to say you had made the adjustment quicker than Joel had. He was... Well, he was trying. At least, that's what you had convinced yourself.

Ellie screamed in rage, slamming the door to her room shut, undoubtedly right in Joel's face.

You moved in the couch so that you could watch him as he came down the stairs, his footsteps heavy on the wood.

When he noticed he had your attention, the small sympathetic smile on your lips, he threw up his hands in surrender.

You waited for him to sit down and only when he had done so, he let out a deep sigh of exasperation.

"Baby," hummed you, schooching closer to him, starting twirling som of his hair. "Don't you think you're being a little too harsh on her?"

"I don't want her running around this late," was all he responded his eyes fastened on the ceiling as he leaned into your touch.

"This is normal, right? She's a teenager."

"Nothin' 'bout this is normal."

A sigh escaped you, but instead of retreating, you moved sit straddle his lap, a sad look glistening in your eyes.

"Joel, babe, do you feel safe?"

He gave you a dumbfounded look, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"Here, I mean. In Jackson."

He shrugged, "sure." His large hands cupped your ass cheeks and he inhaled deeply, shifting slightly beneath you.

You couldn't help but chuckle at him, knowing even in stressed situations he was completely under your spell.

"Joel, baby, this is the only chance Ellie's ever had to be normal. And I know you've been through a lot, but you can let your guard down here, you know that? There's no need to keep looking over your shoulder."

All Joel did was sigh, his rough hands still on your ass.

"We could be one big family here--"

"Hon, we've talked about this..."

"I know, I know... it's just... I feel like a lot has changed now. Ellie's in school, she's got a lot of friends, with Tommy and Maria's little girl... I just--it feels right."

A defeated look grazed his features, teeth sucking on his bottom lip. You were right. It was something he had gone over many times in his head, never stumbling upon a "let's do it" himself, although never finding a definite "no" either. It made sense.

For the first time in decades he did not constantly look over his shoulder (although every now and then he got these panicky flashes of what would happen when he let his guard down) and Ellie seemed to have a good time in here Jackson. He was getting older by the day and knowing from day one you had always wanted kids, he felt in no position to deny you that. He had once let you know how he thought you could do much better, and although you had told him he needed to feel more comfortable about who he was, he was still certain guys would line up to father your babies.

Also, it was something he really did want. Joel had always been a family-oriented man and the thought of creating one with you made his heart flutter. To begin with he blamed it on his own poor health, but it was no longer something he could deny. He loved you too damn much.

"If we're doin' this we're startin' right now," he finally hummed, his large hands squeezing your ass.

Your brows bounced in surprise, not having expected him to make a decision straight away. You suddenly felt a wave of guilt, worried you had rushed his decision. Knowing where he came from the last thing you wanted was to pressure him.

As if reading your thoughts, Joel cupped your face. "I'm sure, baby. Let's do this."

Giving you no time to protest Joel captured your lips in a hot kiss as he cradled you in his arms. Wanting to make him feel good, you reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he made a movement to stand up, holding you even tighter before he slammed you back down on the couch.

"Lemme take care of you, doll."

You were surprised by how quickly his mien turned into lustful, but you could not help but indulge in this feeling of being desperately wanted.

His heavy scent enveloping you in a bubble of need, his harsh touch ensuring your safety. It was all too much for you to not lay back at his command and let him do whatever he pleased.

Joel lifted up you shirt, so that he could place soft kisses that becoming open-mouthed and more testing they further down he got. With your eyes closed, you arched your back into the old cushions, releasing a soft hum when you suddenly shut up with your eyes open.

"Ellie, Joel!"

Peeking up at you, his brows heaved questioningly as his eyes shifted between you and the stairs. He knew what you were getting at, but he was not worried. Confident Ellie would either go to sleep or at least take some time to cool down, he proceeded to pull at your shorts.

"You'll jus' 'ave to be quiet for me then, won't ya?"

The stubble on his cheeks tickled your thighs but when you squirmed in protest, his hands held you in your place.

Even if Ellie did come out from her room, the wooden home and creaky floors would give her away, leaving a minimum of 7 seconds to get decent before she could find you. Joel had already gone over it in his head, many times before this, too, always making sure to never be caught from an awkward angle.

"Can you do tha' for me, baby girl?"

And all it took was that soft inquiry to convince you he had it all under control. When he hooked a finger through your panties, pulling them down, you shuddered as the cool air grazed your pussy. It seemed you were never not wet around Joel.

Suddenly, when you had only nodded and leaned back to get comfortable, Joel placed a slap on your cheek before bringing his hand to your jaw.

"Words, baby."

Taken by surprise, your mouth was slightly agape, to which he could not resist but pull at your bottom lip with his thumb. The look in his eyes made you writhe under him, wanting him to take that animalistic hunger out on you right then and there.

"Yes, Joel," whined you, biting out for his thumb when he chuckled. He absolutely loved it when he could feel, see, smell how eager you were for him.

Joel wasted no time going down on you, his tongue skillfully locating your clit, his hands lifting your thighs over his shoulders when he got comfortable, wearing you like earmuffs.

Your favorite look. His favorite place.

. . .

You had accidentally torn your underwear on the washboard, trying to get the blood out of the material. You knew to be more careful with old pieces as they were prone to shred when handled without care, but you couldn't help but take the frustration out on them when you got your period. You were well aware it was indeed possibly to menstruate when pregnant, however a concoction of sadness and anger simply took over you when you noticed the blood in your panties, having gotten your hopes up a little too much when your period had been late a week ago.

Upon throwing them out, you returned to bed. As it was early morning, Joel was still asleep so you got under the covers and spooned him up, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

The same minute he moaned and pulled your arm over his body, forcing you to hug him even tighter. It was things like this that made you absolutely melt. His bodily love language was beyond anything you had ever experienced.

"C'mere," moaned Joel as he snuggled deeper into your embrace.

Very subtly he guided your hand down to his hard cock, making you chuckle despite having just been on the verge of breaking down because you feared you were unable to get pregnant.

. . .

The Tipsy Bison was a truly magical place. Regardless of people's alcohol consumption it seemed everyone forgot their worries, their fears and the hardship they had endured to get here, and were enjoying themselves same way they used to before the apocalypse.

Ellie was sat in one end of the bar, playing a game of Battleship with Maria and the baby, and Joel were throwing darts with Tommy and some of his friends, a big grin on his face and an even bigger beer in his hand.

You adored the way his eyes would shine when he smiled, really smiled. The glimpse was like a little shooting star in his hazelnut galaxy, striking and breathtaking even from across the room. When he came to look at you, even more so. You gave him a little wave and blew him a kiss.

Then Joel looked back and decided no one would miss him, not when he noticed that love-drunk look in your eyes.

It was incredible how salient the beer smelled on him, knowing he had not been drinking that much. Perhaps it was simply because you were staying away from it all, hopes of bearing his child still laying dormant in the back of your mind. Instead you got drunk off of his lips, his tongue and his skin.

He had held out his hand for you, saying "let's go home" with a sly smirk on his lips. You chuckled and nodded towards Ellie, reminding him that they shouldn't go without her and if they did drag her back home with them, they would have to wait for her to be asleep to do whatever it was Joel's lewd eyes suggested.

Grabbing on to your waist, Joel closed the gap between you, murmuring seductively, "oh hon, I could take you right 'ere over this table if you let me."

The mix of alcohol and desire gave his voice a double coating of accent, that Texan drawl spelling nothing but trouble.

"Ten minutes, no longer." You latched onto his broad arm and pulled him with you.

Hissing, his eyes watched your ass swaying while following closely, "shit, woman, no less I hope."

. . .

Joel wasted no time showering you in beer-stained kisses and declarations of love, working his way down till he moaned into your pussy, drinking himself completely gone in your juices.

Shifting between suckling on your clit and lapping at your hole like a thirsty dog, Joel brought you to a body quaking orgasm before he replaced his fingers with his cock.

Clawing at his ass, you pushed him as deep as possible, crying at the sensation of feeling so filled. It started out as a joke, slapping his ass the same way he would do to you, but you found that during sex, he emitted filthy groans whenever you would grope as his cheeks, especially when it was to feel him to the fullest.

"Gonna fill ya up so good, baby. Make you scream till I know you're full with my kids," moaned he between kisses, feeling your pussy squeeze him once before he set a steady pace, moving inside you to feel each crevice and hear each he elicited, only the pornographic sound of your cunt accompanying the heavy moans and groans in the room.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

SCREAMING CRYING SHAKING SOBBING THROWING UP A A A A A A H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H!!!

I WATCHED THE SEBLOS SNEAK PEEK AND WOGIRNAPFMWISKLRNBT

I'm not gonna put this part it caps but know when I tried to describe my thoughts to my sibling like 5 minutes ago I was very much freaking out. So, still not okay over this but not in caps lol.

OKAY so we know that it's not a song one of them wrote or a song they both just ~sing~ (though even though that seemed to fit we know hsmtmts tries to avoid doing that, like I mean having songs - especially songs with multiple people - just ~happen~) and it seems to be something they've been like asked to sing BUT they still like relate to? Like I'm pretty darn sure they're still feeling it 😭 xd. So we didn't escape the heartbreak that is Over Again completely but it seems like we circumvented it a bit which I am both a bit sad and EXTREMELY RELIEVED at xd. Also I'm just basing this on everyone's expressions lol

AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT ASHLYN MOTIONING CARLOS FORWARD 😭😭❤️

Also, hmm seems like we're standing in couples 👀 Mr. Mazzara and no Big Red 👀👀

Interesting 🤔

Anyway AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND SEB'S SMILE WHILE PLAYING ALONG WITH IT BEING SOMETHING THAT HAS MUSIC HAS COMFORTED/ASSURED WE SOMEWHAT BUT ALSO I AM SO SCARED

Thank you very much gonna go watch it ten times and absolutely lose my mind <3333

[capnsaltsquid]

@magmythedevil got me thinking about Thad, and the more I think about it, the more I feel like Liam's comment during GlitchX was a red herring. Here are some other anomalies we've seen from Thad, apart from the purple hand lights and his disappearance in Ep4:

-> He's the only worker drone besides Khan who seems to care about Uzi. Why would the popular guy care about the outcast, unless he had some sort of hidden relationship to her.

-> He was the only drone that the Solver captured in Ep2 that she didn't assimilate, and could only create a glitchy copy of. She even seemed somewhat intimidated by him in the way she backed off when he raised his fist. Why did the Solver let him go?

-> He's the only drone except Lizzy who visited the spire while the DD's were around. Lizzy could be reasonably sure that V wouldn't hurt her, but what assurance did Thad have? For all he knew, V would kill him just like any other worker drone.

Most tellingly to me, look what's on his shirt. Why would he wear a zero? That's usually a negative connotation, or just a sign of someone being an edgelord. I would expect that from Uzi, but not Thad.

But do you know the syntax that several programming languages use to express the concept of zero?

NULL.

He advertises what he is right there on his shirt, and nobody notices.

[kalpeavaris]

Serial Designation X - finally finished her sheet!

A few design elements changed from her prior sketches done in my sketchbook, but I felt like these changes finally finalized her unfinished design.

Read below the cut for more information about her! :D

She's got more of a maskuline build regarding her legs, as the rather pointy build from most feminine DDs we've seen so far doesn't quite suit her occupation.

Similar to Kira, she's a communication styled drone, only in the style of Disassembly Drones! X is extremely reliant on her sense of "hearing" via her antennas, her sense of sight is limited (hence the glasses & missing extra eyes as 'headband').

While quite introverted and semi-mute by choice, she's a skilled fighter. Her time on Earth as a worker before being refitted by Cyn includes her being used in underground fights against other Workers after animal fights were banned globally and set under heavy punishment.

After a lost fight she was thrown out and found, eventually getting the chance of a new life... and another one after Cyn/the Solver took over.

This is also why she prefers close quarter combat instead of using her wings to fly and fight from up there.

Find her playlist here!