#will do ask in box later 👌👌👌

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Drew a Rainfur and baby Thrushpelt. Background moms my beloved <333

I hc that she is the kit of Nettlebreeze aka the apprentice who helped Mapleshade after her kits died. She later on ends up taking care of Specklekit (Speckletail) when her momma dies which I think is really really cute. She’s the mother of Tawnyspots who I instead think is the dad of Thrush, making him her grandkit instead. She mostly raised Thrushkit tho bc Tawnyspots was busy being deputy and a single dad and soon after took in Speck. Instead of One-eye/Whiteeye being the sister of Speckletail I think she was her mentor. This keeps her the ancient lady she is in the first arc while giving them a connection still.

She’s also canonically the mate of Windflight who’s half Windclan thru his dad which gives their litter Windclan blood too. I think she’s a very progressive cat and would have a strong stance on caring for everyone over grudges or rules. In my own idea of warrior cats they have a Queens Rights that spawned from the mess that was the Mapleshade fiasco. She stands for this right more than almost anyone else, something semi instilled in her by her dad Nettlebreeze who heavily critiqued Oakstar, and blamed himself partly for the deaths that happened. Anyways love her

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BB, I am on death's doorstep over this man's tummy in that visibly too-small tac vest. Look at it. LOOK AT THAT SQUISHY BELLY! 😭💀

So this got me thinking...what if Mouse comes across the tac vest one day while she and Frankie are in the middle of a decluttering weekend? She stashes it away for safekeeping with a mischievous smirk.

Later that night, after Frankie's had his fill of their favorite takeout, Mouse brings out the vest and asks him to try it on. "Please, Frankie Baby? I wanna see how it looks on you. 🥺"

Frankie looks reluctant...the vest was already on the snug side the last time he wore it in Colombia, and he's grown in more ways than one since that dark time. And Mouse? Well, Mouse KNOWS the vest isn't gonna fit. She's not even sure it's gonna close over his round belly...especially with all the indulging he did at dinner.

But sweet baby Frankie is not one to deny his Mouse anything. Right, BB??

Lovey - you know I got you!

HELL YEAH. YES. WE NEED TO SEE IT ON HIM. and we get out wish.

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Frankie Takes a Trip Down Memory Lane

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mouse finds some old relics and Frankie puts on a show.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,722

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, weight talk, food talk, belly worship, bely rubs, size kink, unprotected p in the v sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy, kids!), v-fingering, dirty talk, the usual Frankie & Mouse shenanigans

Author's Notes: Thank you @thehalflifeofloveisforever - not only did you gift the amazing art of Frankie, you also stuck it out at the first beefro @ the Movies and listened to my unhinged thirsting for Frankie on screen. Thank you for being a Friendo and this one is for you!

And thanks to my lovely Beta Fish @neverwheremoonchild for doing what they do best 💜

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When you and Frankie moved in together, you’d rented a storage locker for all you stuff that didn’t quite fit in your first apartment. But even after moving into your house, neither of you really gave that storage locker much thought outside of grabbing the Christmas decorations each late fall and retiring them in January.

But you’d had enough of that monthly charge on your credit card getting a little higher over time and that was why you were now sitting on a box, sorting through your and Frankie’s separate histories. Frankie was at work, and you’d agreed to not dispose of his stuff – just to bring it home and let him deal with it - you’d managed to sift and sort through all of your boxes, filling up the back of the rented cube van. There was one thing left in the locker and it was a large, metal chest containing Frankie’s military gear.

He hadn’t hidden his past from you and had even shown you what he had in the chest when it was being stored. You opened it and pulled some of the clothing and gear out, smiling at how small it looked. The clothing and gear were from when Frankie was a much, much thinner man, easily less than half his current size. You then pulled an envelope out and opened it, revealing some pictures of Frankie with Santi, Will and Benny. Even though you knew it was him, it still didn’t feel real that the lanky, broad shouldered, baby face smiling in the photographs was now the big bellied, sweet, chubby Frankie that you loved so much.

A devious grin crossed your face as a thought entered your mind. The clothing and gear in the chest would have been bigger on you, but you were absolutely certain that Frankie would be hard pressed to even get the vest around his chest, let alone his belly…

*****

Frankie stood up from the table after devouring his dinner. His stomach was big and round, projecting out and side to side and he huffed as he stood to his full height with his back arched to accommodate the weight he’d packed into himself.

“You ate well…”, you cooed, patting his belly.

He’d been eating really well as of late, his tummy becoming more prominent. He also now needed bigger portions to get full, and you had been more than happy to oblige him. He’d told you last week that he’d had to size up his coveralls again, and when you asked him to bring home his old ones and show you, the sight of him standing before you with his empty belly and chubby love handles stopping the zipper from closing left you a whining mess, begging him to fuck you.

“Yeah… getting pretty big.”, he smiled back, slapping his belly. The dull thud noise it made from being so full was music to your ears. But it did give you pause.

He’d mentioned a few times how big he felt, how big he was getting, and you weren’t sure if this was still what he wanted. He never expressed frustration or discomfort, but there was an air of something in his comments.

“You still happy?”, you asked softly, your hand sliding down and rubbing his underbelly, feeling how heavy his tummy was. “Still happy with this belly?”

He looked at you, his hand finding yours, and nodded with a little bit of nervousness. “Yeah… think I’m where I wanna be… here… not any bigger though; it’s getting kinda hard working on big rigs when I’m just as… big.”, he chuckled at his last statement, then his voice went quiet. “Is that… okay?”

“Yeah, honey… totally fine.”, you smiled, standing on your tip toes and kissing him. “I love you and want you to be happy… and if that means this – “, you said giving his belly a squeeze. “- stays like this? I’m happy.”

He kissed you back sweetly and moved to the couch while you cleaned up after dinner.

*****

After the final pan was washed, dried and put away, you walked into the den to find Frankie laid back and snacking on some snack cakes that you didn’t even realize he’d grabbed enroute to the couch.

His eyes turned to you, and a bashful grin appeared on his face as he swallowed.

“Hey princess… just having a snack.”

You huffed a laugh and walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and rubbing his belly. Even as he was laid down, his tummy felt firm and full under a layer of softness, and it protruded up from his body.

He hummed in contentment as his hand interlaced his fingers with yours, pulling your hand to his mouth and kissing it.

He looked up at you and smiled. “I meant to ask: how’d you fare with the storage locker?“

“Oh, it’s done. I conquered that shit like a pro.” You gave him your best Rosie the Riveter pose.

“Hey! Good girl!” Frankie beamed up at you. “And my stuff?”

“All your stuff remained intact and it’s in the garage…”, you stated, then your voice dipped into a low, sultry tone as your fingers walked up his hefty tummy.  “… except a few things I brought inside… for you to try… on.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows raised and he lowered the footrest. He huffed as he sat up and his belly pushed his thighs open, and he leaned forward, hands on his knees.

“What you got for me, princess?”

“Just stay there… I’ll be right back.”, you chirped as you skipped down the hallway to your bedroom.

When you emerged back in the den, Frankie looked up and his jaw dropped. There you were, in the black bra and pantie lingerie set he’d picked up for your last birthday, your platform heeled combat boots and his tactical vest.

“Oh fuck…”, Frankie groaned, reaching under his belly and palming his crotch. “You know what you’re doing, princess?”

“You like it?”, you tried your hand a pin up pose.

He held his hand out to you. “Come here, princess.”

You grinned wryly at him and took a step back.

He shook his head, keeping firm eye contact, and he growled, “No… don’t you dare. You wanna dress like a soldier, princess, you take orders like one.”

You eyed him again, gauging if it would be worth it for you to make him chase you. He narrowed his eyes at you, and leaned forward a bit further, like he was readying himself to get up.

“Don’t do it, princess. Get over here and fall in fucking line. Now.”

“Sir. Yes, sir.”, you purred as you walked towards him, swaying your hips, and took his hand.

Frankie smugly grinned and tugged you on him; you squeaked and hitched your knee on the arm rest and stood, straddling his thigh.

“Good girl…”, he crooned as his hand not holding yours reached between your legs and stroked your clothed folds, and you sucked in a breath.

 “You look good in my vest, princess… it’s a little big on you, but you look fucking hot…”

“Want you to put it on… wanna see it on you… please Frankie…”, you whined, rocking your hips against his hand.

He huffed a chuckle and smiled. “Mouse baby, you’ve ensured I can’t fit into anything I wore last year, let alone shit I wore in the military.”

“I know… that’s the point.”, you panted, wrapping your hand around the wrist of the hand between your thighs. “Wanna see you try… wanna see all my hard work… please, Frankie baby.”

Frankie’s face slacked and he let out soft groan at your words and your palm coming down to the front of his full belly and firmly patting and caressing him.  

“There were pictures in with your tac vest, Frankie… you were so skinny… but look at you now… you got big, baby… twice the man you used to be… eating well… getting big… getting round… making your belly heavy and full… look so good like this… but I gotta see it, baby… gotta see you get this vest on you…”

His hazy eyes looked at you as he panted slightly. He nodded dumbly, licked his lips, and hoarsely replied, “Yeah, princess… that what you want?”

You nod and grin mischievously. “Yeah, baby… wanna see you in this – “, you shimmied your chest to highlight the vest, “- so we can have a comparison.”

A smile crept across Frankie’s face; he gently pushed you back and hoisted himself off the couch and stood up. Even with the platform combat boots, he stood a head above you.  

He hooked his fingers in the arm holes of the vest and pulled you towards him slowly.

“Looks like it might be a little small, princess.”, he grinned. “Anything you want me to try and get on with it?”

Your hand snakes down his front and you gently gripped his almost-hard cock through his jeans. “It’s laid out in the bedroom for you…”

You tugged his cock and he grunted. “Don’t tease… Gimme the vest, Mouse…”

You let go of him and undid the vest, removed it and handed it to him. He watched your every move and made a low whistle at you standing before him in nothing but your lace lingerie and boots.

He took one last look then walked down the hall to your bedroom.

*****

You sat on the couch, curled up in the corner where Frankie previously sat, playing on your phone while you waited for Frankie. You heard some grunting and swearing coming from your bedroom, and you looked up, trying to see down the hallway.

“You need help, honey?”, you called out.

“Close your eyes, princess!”, he called back.

You did as requested, and you heard the bedroom door open, then heard Frankie lumber down the hallway towards you.

You knew he stood in front of you, not only from his footsteps creaking the floor, but you also could hear the fabric he was wearing creaking and stretching over his body.

He was breathing heavier, like getting the clothing on was strenuous but you could hear his smile when he spoke next, his voice deep.

“Open your eyes, princess.”

The sight before you was everything you had hoped it would be. Frankie stood with his legs wide, as if standing at ease, his cargo khaki pants pulled up but tight on his thighs and undone, and his faded red t-shirt pulled tight across his chest and shoulders and unable to go down any further than that. His round, fully belly prominently sticking out, preventing both the shirt and pants from being able to meet and sit where intended. His old Standard Oil trucker hat was on his head with his aviator sunglasses on his face.

You noted the tac vest was not on him but hanging at his side. He saw you look at it and he sucked in a breath and held it up in one hand as his other slapped his belly.

“The vest ain’t gonna fit, princess… sorry baby… you fed me way too good.”, he chuckled as you got up from the couch and walked towards him.

“I’ll help.”, you cooed, taking the vest from him as you both had stupid grins on your faces.

You helped him get the over his head and one arm through, but getting the side done up was a struggle.

“Frankie… did this ever fit you?”, you giggled as you tried to tug the sides together.

“Well… ooof! … yeah… but the last time I tried when we moved in together, it was – hmph! – getting a bit tight…”, he grunted as he tried to suck in his belly to to avail, then he laughed, and his tummy bounced. “Look what you’ve done to me!”

Your giggles continued as you finally got one of the clips to close, right under his armpit.

“Hey! We got one!”, you chirped, and Frankie laughed.

“Jesus, it’s tight!”, he huffed out with a smile.

You stood back and took in all that was Frankie. “God dammit…”, you breathed as you looked over his big form. “Look fucking good, Morales…”

“I look like an overstuffed sausage shoved in a shrunken leather glove – “

“Don’t… baby, don’t do that…”, your hand cupped his cheek and turned his face to yours, and the other caressed his chubby waist. “You look like a man who’s served his country and is now enjoying life with a woman who loves every pound, every ounce of you.”

“Fuck, you’re good.”, he said with a lopsided grin. “I love you so much… I’m a lucky bastard.”

“I love you, too.”

He leaned down and kissed you, then pulled away with his eyes and smile wide.

“Take a picture! Mouse! Get your phone and take a picture!”, he excitedly said.

You giggled, grabbing your phone. Frankie posed as though nothing was amiss with his outfit and then you got an idea. You grabbed o w of the photograph of Frankie wearing the exact outfit he was in and gave it to him, giggling.

“Hold it up. I’ll get a ‘before and after’ picture!”

He looked at the photo then smiled and held it up, and you got a shot of him, twin smiles almost a decade apart.

The size difference shot a hot spike in your core, and you clenched your thighs. It didn’t go unnoticed by Frankie, and his smile slid into a devilish grin. He took your phone to have a look; you thought he was texting the photo to himself.

“You like what you see, princess?” He began moving towards you. “Like seeing how big you got me?”

“Yeah… baby, yeah, I do.”, you almost panted, nodding as he stood less than a foot from you.

“Tell me how it makes you feel to see me like this- “,  he grabs your hand pushes it against his belly, shaking it and making you feel the weight of him, “- to know this is all your handiwork.”

You let out a breathy whimper from your parted, pouted lips.

“Tell me, princess, how it feels to know you’re making me outgrow all my clothes so fast.”

“Frankie…”, you whimpered in a whisper, realizing he was backing you slowly towards the couch.

“Yeah, princess? You wanna tell me how much you like knowing how much bigger I am than you? That why you keep me well fed?”

The back of your knees hit the couch and you fell back with a squeak and Frankie stood over you between your parted knees. He reached under his arm and undid the vest, pulling it off and tossing it to the side.

He bent down and slid his hand between your thighs, pushing your lace thing to the side and feeling how slick you were.

“So fucking wet for me… my kinky baby… my princess gets wet from getting me fat.”, he smugly cooed. He kept eye contact with you as you breathed in and opened your mouth, eyes trying not to roll back. You could feel your cunt gushing again with the way he spoke to and looked at you.

“And my princess likes being called out for making me big… I can feel you getting wetter… pretty little pussy’s just fluttering and clenching on nothing but the hope this fat guy’s gonna fuck you stupid, huh?”

Your eyes widened and before you could respond, he pushed two thick fingers into your core. You gasped and grabbed his arm as his other hand played on the headrest of the couch beside your head.

“Fuck, Mouse… so fucking wet… baby, so tight… love this pussy… love my pussy… so fucking warm and wet…”, he murmured as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.  The sounds coming from your mouth and count were like music to him; your whimpers, gasps and cries juxtaposed to the wet, slick and obscene sounds he was pulling from your core.

“Frankie! … please… please baby… please I need… I want you on me… wanna – fuck! – wanna feel how heavy you are… please… please fuck me!”

 He smiled and kept fucking you with his fingers. “Princess, you're so sneaky. You've got everybody fooled."

You looked up at him, panting and confused. "What...what do you mean, Frankie?" 

“People take one look at me and assume I'm a greedy, fat guy. But YOU'RE the greedy one, baby.”, he growled, circling his thumb on your clit, increasing the speed of his fingers. “You can't get enough of this belly, can you? Never gonna get your fill? You fucking love it when people ask you what you're feeding me. You think you do a good job of hiding it, but I know, Princess. I know."

Words failed you as the coil in your lower belly snapped and you came hard on his fingers, a wet patch now on the couch under you.

“Good girl…”, he groaned as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “I could tell everyone I got fat on your sweet pussy, and they’d believe me.”

He grinned and leaned down, catching your lips in a fevered kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and your arms wrapped around his neck, and moaned into his mouth, “Please, Frankie…”

He pulled back and you both tugged and pulled at the too-tight khakis and his boxers to free his aching cock. You then removed your panties, and he pushed you to lay across the couch as you frantically kissed one another. He sat up on his knees and gripped your knee, pulling your hips towards him, and he lined himself up with you and pushed in, leaning over you. Both of you let out a gasp as his hand found yours and interlaced, and you assumed Frankie was going to make love to you.

You couldn’t have been more wrong. What you didn’t realize was how riled up Frankie really was at your confirmation that you loved what you’d done to him. You’d made him bigger, softer, heavier, bulkier – and you loved him even more for it. The idea that he, at his size and in too small clothing, made you that wet and needy… it flipped a switch in his brain and put him on auto pilot; set him on a dangerous crash trajectory to fucking you hard and fast into the couch.

He let go of your hand and when you tried to sit up to catch his mouth in a kiss, he pulled your hips towards him harshly. You fell back and he snapped his hips into yours, forcing low grunts from him and panting whines from you. He put his whole weight into his harsh thrusts, making each time his cock impaled you sting – but you didn’t care right now, he felt so good.

“Can’t even see where I’m fucking you… made me so big… can’t see your tight pussy sucking me in… but fuck… I can feel it…you like having a fat guy fuck you, princess?... that’s why you’re so fucking wet…”

You cried out as he picked up the pace and intensity. He planted a foot on the floor, giving him more power to his already heavy thrusts and causing your body to rub into the coarse fabric of the couch. You could feel the friction making your back warm, and you knew you’d feel it afterwards – but you didn’t care right now; he felt so good.

“Fr-Frankie!... baby… keep – fuck!... keep going… don’t stop… look s-so good… so big… so fucking big!”

“Yeah?... that’s why your pussy’s holding on so hard… fuck… feels so good, Mouse… look so beautiful, baby… fucking small under me…”, he grunted, feeling your cunt start to spasm, knowing you were close. He released one of your knees, brought his thumb to his mouth and coated it in his spit, then brought it to your swollen clit and rubbed circles. “Come on, princess… come for me… come on… lemme feel it…”

Your body reacted quickly, and you came hard, back arched, his name peeling from your throat.

“That’s it… good girl… good…fucking…girl!”, Frankie groaned, his own release building quickly. His thrusts fell out of rhythm and as your body started to come down, he found his end. Pounding into you in a few quick thrusts, he came, and you could feel his hot spend filling you up and seeping out of you on to the couch.

Normally, you would have stay connected for a little while longer, but Frankie’s exertion in combination with the added weight he carried with his big dinner left him needing to sit down. When he pulled out of you, you let out a soft whimper and reached for him.

“I know, princess… I know… I’m sorry… I gotta sit down…”, he panted, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it before sitting back heavily in his spot at the end of the couch. He placed his hand on your ankle and rubbed gently.

You sat up, now keenly aware of the mess under you, and crawled to his side, snuggling in. You rubbed his belly gently; he was still feeling quite full, and you knew he needed to let it settle.

The faded red t-shirt was still pulled tight across his chest, and you slipped your finger under the rolled up hem, feeling almost no give.

“How did you manage to get this on?”, you asked quietly with a smile.

Frankie wiped his forehead and chuckled. “It wasn’t easy… and I can’t imagine getting it off will be either.”

Your phone vibrated, alerting you to a text, and then a few more in rapid succession. You sat up, scanning the room and finally found your phone on the floor next to the couch. Picking it up, you unlocked it and saw your group chat with Benny, Santi, Frankie, Hannah and Will was busy reacting to something. You scrolled up in the chat and saw that Frankie had sent the comparison picture of him holding his old photo to the group from your phone.

“Frankie!”, you gasped, and he laughed beside you, reading the comments.

“Holy fuck Fish!😲😂” - Santi “Yeah… I guess Mouse is a good cook 🤣 ” - Hannah "Breaking news! Relationship weight gain is not a myth!” - Benny “MOUSE. WFT.” - Will

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IWTV S2 Predictions: Eternity In A Box (Spoilers for Blood Communion)

In Ep3 I was freaking out over the parallels b/t vampires running their fingers thru Louis' hair as he thinks he (& Claudia) are gonna die.

In the movie's version of The Trial, Santiago condemns Louis to solitary confinement:

"Eternity in a box. Walled in a dungeon. Your only company will be your screams."

And I'm convinced the Theatre's gonna bury Louis alive.

TBF, I could be WAY off; but I was thinking abt how the scene went in the movie: the Theatre locked Louis in an iron coffin and buried him underground in the walls of Theatre, and how Mr. I Could Not Prevent It waited until way later to come in and literally dig Louis back up.

Hatred as a Box: Buried Alive

Both are HORRIBLE ways for vampires to "die." Compared to going out by fire it's a light sentence, sure, until you consider the LORE.

Iron + vampires = no bueno. (The same applies to witches & fae.)

Initially, AR's vampires weren't subject to traditional wards like silver, iron, crosses, garlic, etc. The Theatre coffin was wooden, just sealed with iron locks. But magic DOES have a strong effect on vamps, as highlighted in Merrick.

In TVA Armand describes his kidnapping by the Children of Satan:

In Blood Communion, AR specifically retconned iron in 2 notable instances. Cyril bound Baudwin in iron pickets ripped from a wrought-iron fence:

And most infamously: Rhosh's kidnap of Gabrielle, Marius, & Louis:

(I pray to GOD that AMC gets this far, it's one of my fave AR books.)

I can't tell if the coffin AMC!Lou's in is iron or wood, but if he's stuffed in the Wet Room's morgue-like "burial vaults," that's definitely metal, if not steel/iron. Which is such a clever modern update to coffins. 👌

Then there's the pebbles all over Louis. Nothing much here, except that they're made of stone, and I was reminded of the hardening/crystalizing process of AR's vampires, as they age & become more & more stone-like as their luracastria hardens over time.

The stone hardening of a vampire =/= Death, but rather SLEEP; as exemplified with Akasha & Enkil--the 2 oldest vamps, who look/feel like statues. (The QotD movie took this too literally with Maharet.)

But yeah, I like the visual poetry of Lou in a coffin full of stone pebbles, essentially put to sleep by Santiago for eternity in a box; which is not unlike too what Rhosh would end up doing to him in BC.

Love as a Box: A Prized Treasure

The imagery of coffins & the theme of Louis spending eternity in a box further made me think abt Louis' (toxic) romantic relationships.

I've spoken ad nauseum abt Loustat, so I wanna focus more on Loumand here. Cuz Armand's love of Lou seems to contradict his tendency to wait for catastrophe to strike b4 he "rescues" Lou from horrible situations that could've been avoided had Armand made his move a lot sooner. (Unkind & ungracious, I know, but I'm on a tangent here.)

We see this with the Theatre, as Armand lets the coven slowly descend upon Louis & Claudia, knowing they're in danger but wanting Claudia out of the picture before he extracts Louis.

We're seeing it in Dubai, as Louis' broken "in pieces for the privilege of putting them back together again," like jigsaw pieces kept in a box. (Not NEFARIOUSLY, but Louis does speak about "pieces of himself" that he's lost/forgotten. And he asks Armand's permission to see Claudia's diaries? Which tells me that Coven Master Armand's ALWAYS held significant sway over Louis' life in their household.

And I suspect that we'll see it again if AMC pulls a Merrick on us, and swaps out Merrick & David for Armand & Lestat (a la AR's Tulane drafts), when Louis puts his own coffin in the sun and burns alive.

Cuz this is all just history repeating itself. We've seen this dynamic in Lou's life w/ Les. As his 2 great romantic loves, Les & Armand are similar & different. Neither of them's healthy for Lou, but they genuinely love him in their own effed up way. But Claudia's still right: BOTH of them keep Lou in a box.

Louis of Troy: Venus de Milo

Let's think for a sec abt the Venus de Milo we saw at the end of Ep1:

At the time I was thinking: why did AMC pick that statue? Sure, it's famous & iconic and is at the Louvre in Paris. But I stuck a pin it it.

Loumand visits an art museum in Ep4, and we can probably assume it'll have something to do with Armand's career as an art thief/broker.

During WWII all kinds of buildings got looted & bombed up, and museums had to literally bury their priceless art in boxes/crates in the dirt in order to keep them safe from the Nazis and people who wanted to steal/destroy the priceless statues.

Which is ironic, cuz a lot of discovered art was excavated/dug up; people exhuming ancient statues out of the dark earth, into the light of a new era--like a vampire. (Venus de Milo was dug up too.)

Supposedly, VdM depicts the Greek goddess of love, Aphrodite, holding the Apple of Discord in her hand (which was found broken off next to the statue). The Apple of Discord was the prize given to Aphrodite during the Judgement of Paris, a beauty pageant that caused Paris to run off with (the already married) Helen of Troy/Sparta & started the Trojan War. Herodotus, the "Father of History," said the West (Greeks/Europeans) vs the East (Asians/Africans) were always fighting cuz people kept stealing e/o's brides. 😂 Women were chattel just like animals in antiquity, so bride raids & cattle raids were typical catalysts for numerous mythic & historic conflicts.

Typical xenophobic fodder for racist miscegenation laws, ofc, but vampire literature eats this trope up, thanks to Dracula. AR's books do this over & over--culminating in Rhosh's infamous rape/capture of Gabrielle, Louis & Marius in BC. And AMC's emphasis on interracial/multicultural relationships inevitably draws comparisons, too.

Naturally, I'm thinking about how Troy burned over Helen; and the Theatre burned over Claudia (& Madeleine); and the Chateau burned over Gabrielle/Louis/Marius.

But I'm also thinking about how the first time Akasha & Enkil moved in 1000+ years, it was cuz Akasha allowed Lestat to drink from her, and Enkil was so mad that he got up and nearly curbstomped Lestat to mush b4 Marius wrestled Enkil off of him. 🤣

The victim/woman inevitably gets blamed, from Helen to Akasha, and ofc Louis; but it still tracks that entire wars get launched purely over love/sex--another form of treasure/money/property/status.

And I can't help but wonder how much AMC will or won't lean into the possibility that Lou's being held captive in the Dubai penthouse by Armand--NOT necessarily by force, but rather by...compliance; COMPLICIT--and that their relationship is a huge catastrophe that Lestat will inevitably have to "rescue" Louis from like some damsel in distress, like he had to do with Nicki. Or if Lou will somehow rescue himself and NOT pull a Merrick after all. 👀

And that (finally) brings me to my final point.

Safety as a Box: Louis' "coffin"

When Daniel asked Lou where his coffin was, Lou told Dan the entire Dubai penthouse was his coffin. Thanks to Armand's UV-light-controlled iPad, the vamps can walk safely in gold-warm sunlight.

But the penthouse still radiates CHILL. They're in the middle of a desert, but Daniel's constantly in a cardigan, Louis' often dressed in hoodies, Armand even wears an actual coat--it looks cold. 🙁 The sunlight's filtered/diluted; it can't warm anybody--human or vamp.

As opposed to the natural lighting at 1132, coming not from the windows (which are always carefully closed & curtained), but from the fireplaces--seemingly ALWAYS roaring by Loustat's coffins in the Coffin Room, and sofas in the parlor (there's another one across from their bed, too). 1132 exudes warmth; the florals & earthtones adding to the tropical NOLA vibe--there's peacocks on their wallpapers ffs.

Loustat's townhouse emulates a wild & free Savage Garden, but the vampires sleep in extremely close quarters in their coffins--even doubling up after Lou breaks Les.' Is it confining? Or intimate?

I have to wonder if, in Louis' efforts to take Claudia's words to heart, and not be confined in a "small box" anymore, Lou insisted on not sharing a coffin with his 2nd husband. Instead, they sleep in a HUGE king-sized bed, with plenty of space (at the price of less intimacy). But Louis hilariously STILL sleeps like a corpse vampire in a coffin, arms/hands folded across his chest! XD

And as spacious as Louis' new bed is, he's sleeping in a literal JAIL CELL; an utterly inorganic crypt-looking edifice of strange shapes, where the open plan does nothing to distract from the mental patient aura of the sunken bed & padded ceiling & metal (iron? 👀) cage bars. Is it for Louis' reluctant safety? Or for Louis' elusive sanity?

Pick Your Poison

So this is my long-winded way of saying: Lou's BEEN doomed to spend eternity in a box. It's just that that box is shaped & defined by the love his 2 control-freak toxic AF husbands have for him:

Lestat is clingy and heavy-handed, and 1132 is more cramped/crowded, but more warm & intimate. It's a contained wilderness/Savage Garden in miniature; the seraglio crawling with mistresses (Antoinette) & soldiers picked for an orgy; fit for a pimp--where Louis himself is paranoiacally caged like a prized slave/housewife.

Armand is more distant/mature (internally desperate) and enabling, and the Dubai penthouse is more spacious/open-planned, cold and foreboding; a locked off tower in the sky. It's a glorified jail cell not even trying to disguise its bars; full of around-the clock staff & handlers & nursemaids/doctors (Fareed)--where Louis is jealously guarded like an in-house mental patient kept in an asylum.

[writer1queenjaysblog]

Human!Neteyam being a mess fuckin his girl's pussy drooling, moaning, screaming..hell even growling 🥵🤤 getting rough.

Going BEAST mode! Like he's a fiend for that pussy

Omg yes!!!

(WARNING: Smut! Rough sex, p v, biting, spanking. Modernhuman au.)

Enjoy 😉

This song!!! 😩😫

It was raining outside. In a dark room only lit by color changing LED lights. Neteyam moaning and gasping for air filled the room.

He bit his lip feeling his girlfriend's tight, wet, pussy squeeze him. His cock goes deeper and and deeper inside her. His moans along with the music, and rain filled her ears.

Neteyam: Ahh! Baby, baby, you feel so good! Oh fuck!

He moans, pounding her harder spanking her thick ass. He buries his cock in her not wanting to pull out, her walls clench around him he knew he was going crazy but he didn't care. He wanted her, he wanted to fuck her even when he or she cums.

Jada: Ahh! Neteyam, daddy! Oh fuck I'm close!

Neteyam's eyes rolled to the back of his head, mouth agape as he moans whimpering

Neteyam screams in pleasure, drooling as he nails dug into her skin of her ass he completely went beast.

Neteyam: C-cum princess! Ahh- ah ..fuck! I'm gonna- I'm..gonna!

He bent down leaning on her back that was arched her wet pussy made a mess but he didn't care. He just wanted to fuck her senseless..even though it was her pussy driving him crazy.

Jada screaming his name and naughty dirty things turned him on. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he turned a 'nice, sweet, innocent girl' like her into the woman he wanted and needed.

She was a horny, slutty, naughty girl but she was his.

Neteyam thrust faster : I'm going to cum! I'm cumming deep in your pussy baby! Don't edge me anymore! I-i can't take it- I can't handle it anymore baby! To be without you is worse than torture mama.

He said she moaned drool coming down ger right side of her mouth.

Jada: Neteyam- N- Neteyam ah Neteyam, yes! Fuck me!

He bit her shoulder growling animalistic like a wolf in heat. He was close, his cock twitched as it was close to releasing its cum load deep inside her walls that kept milking him, squeezing him for cum.

Neteyam: Oh, God! I'm cumming baby! You pussy is making me lose control! Don't stop me, let's keep going baby!

Jada wanted to edge him like they usually do. But he wasn't going for it this time. No edge stops just going forward until they reach their orgasm.

Neteyam wrapped his strong arms around her as he pounded into her with tears now coming out both of their eyes.

Neteyam: Jada, Jada, ohh Jada jada- OH, FUCK JADA BABY!! I LOVE YOU- F-FUCK~!

Jada: Nete!! Oh, fuck!!!

Later their sleeping afterwards.

[Well, that's all folks. Anymore don't hesitate to go in my ask box 😌 ☺️ 🤗 👌😌✨️]

[amazingmsme]

im scared to spam ur ask box but i cant hide this cuteness from everyone!!

Ted instinctively goes into fight mode when tickled, he’s accidentally hit SO MANY PEOPLE. but one time Paul tickled him and Ted just let it happen!! Paul tried to bring it up later and Ted just pushed him away and tried to subtly cover his face

(i love paulkins and sweetoffski as much as everyone else!! but… paulted has the most special place in my heart <33333)

-☁️

Be not afraid! Even if it takes a billion years, I will get to them… eventually kxdbwnfjkf

But I am literally so obsessed with this you have no idea! Ted is such a squirmy lee & his pure instinct is to thrash around & fight whoever is “attacking” him. But one day Paul just gets fed up with him & decides to give Ted a taste of his own medicine. But Ted isn’t really taking his warnings seriously. Like, come on, it’s shy, timid Paul what the hell is he gonna do?

But Paul manages to grab ahold of him & he’s come this far so he can’t quit now & just does the first thing that comes to mind. & that’s the last thing Ted was expecting it really shouldn’t be tho & he’s caught way off guard. But he’d been doubting whether or not Paul actually likes him (either as a friend or something more, your choice) & to him this just feels like confirmation that he doesn’t mind him as much as he tries to act like. & he realizes just how long it’s been since he laughed like this & decides why the hell not? He’s always been a glutton for punishment & he genuinely thinks Paul wouldn’t notice his lack of a struggle. So when Paul does try to bring it up, his blood runs cold & he legit throws himself across his desk to make him shut the fuck up. Veeeery smooth Ted, totally normal behavior right there👌

& I totally get where you’re coming from! For me, I can never just stick with one ship. You gotta explore all your options, see how the different dynamics play out. But their chemistry is so fun to watch! I especially love the way Paul is Ted’s bestest friend & to Paul, Ted’s just That coworker everyone puts up with

[roadtophantom]

Let your S(e)oul take you where you long to be - The Charlotte Theatre

pt 2 of my Seoul travelogue

August is high summer in Korea, actually a crazy month to see Phantom, but timings just lined up that way and also a part of me is just scared what if I put this off for so long and something comes up. 😬😬

Do check @fadinglandtragedy's very comprehensive ticketing and Korea travel post on what to expect, but I also will share some of my personal observations below!

About Charlotte Theatre

How to get there

Easy to find from the Jamsil subway station (just follow the arrows) but prepare for a maze if you are coming from the Lotte World Tower mall. The mall complex is HUGE. For the two days I was there, I had to go to the English-speaking info counter or ask the roaming guards — one of them was not even aware there's a theatre in the area. 😭 Actually, maybe the Naver maps app might provide more insight…

Where to eat

The Charlotte Theatre has an in-house fancy restaurant and a nearby Angel-in-us cafe, which sells cakes and sandwiches. But if you're looking for a warm, filling meal, you're probably better off eating elsewhere.

Tip: There's a Lotte Mart B1-B2 of the Lotte World Tower mall, and you can take an early dinner at their food court or take out their boxed foods to heat at your accommodations later. They also slash off the prices of certain food late in the afternoon, so yay discounts!

Note that after the evening show, you'll come out to a closed mall, and places in Seoul close early at night unless you're around the night market. I had to fend off with some ramen at the nearest convenience store on my first show day.

Ofc you can also eat at the mall proper, but the selections are not that wide. Also take note that Lotte World Tower mall is a luxury mall…

Where to hang out

If you've got time to burn and you just want to explore the area near the theatre, the Lotte World Tower area doesn't only have a mall, but also a famous amusement park, an aquarium, an observatory, a posh department store, underground shops, and a nearby lake (Seokchon Lake). The Lotte cinemas play the Phantom Korea ad on these gigantic monitors by the entrance - super impressive 👌. As for me, I shopped at Olive Young! As your girl would.

Dress code

I saw a lot of casual wear, actually! Jeans, sneakers, and even shorts. They don't seem strict. Just be presentable and absolutely no harm if you decide to wear a dress and something a bit more formal. I did see at least one cosplayer with a Victorian-inspired look.

Floors

The theatre has two levels of seats but the building itself has four floors in all (the seating is at the third and fourth). Make sure to go through all four! There's so much Phantom to see.

Second level seating

I can't speak for the first level, but I sat at the second level and there was hardly any leg room. You will really have to squeeze in and ask the occupants to please give way. I just did as the Seoullites do and said 잠시만요 (jamsimanyo) whenever I have to pass through.

Restroom

There are washrooms at the third (or second?) and fourth floor of the theatre with numerous cubicles. The fourth floor tends to be less crowded by virtue of being at a higher level I suppose.

Photo zones

1st floor - The rose and mask background and a digital casting board (the pink bear at the entrance is leaving after August)

2nd floor - The whole casting board

3rd floor - The Ghost mascot

4th floor - Charlotte Theatre's restaurant and a smaller casting board

The stairs are lined with Phantom masks and roses.

Merchandise

First floor and third floor of the theatre, they charge 100 KRW for a paper bag, but it's not very sturdy. The brochure is thick and glorious and a MUST buy. If you're an enamel pin collector, there's a couple of Seoul exclusives. Then there's just phone stuff, shirts, towel, a mask, albums...idk I def preferred the ones at Blue Square 10 years ago.

Access

There's an escalator going to the second floor of the theatre but beyond that, you have to take the lift or take the stairs.

Waiting area

Just plop on one of the plush seats scattered around the theatre or chill by the tables.

Theatre etiquette

The usual, eating and drinking inside are not allowed and I wish I understand half of what the ushers are saying but you absolutely can't film the curtain call. The ushers will find you. (Not me, I saw someone did it).

Indoor temperature

Not sure what the weather is now but the theatre was like a sauna when I visited. I decided to go sleeveless on my second day (something that is not often seen among Koreans, they usually cover with a cute outerwear, but you do see it). Not sure how this will be in the fall months, but I def didn't need to wear a sweater or anything.

View from the second floor

People asked me why I didn't go for VIP tickets when I'm rarely in Seoul. It is because, my friend, I am a cheapskate and the tickets are really expensive. 😭😭😭😭 And I planned to see the show twice. There's also the fact that I'm not actually fluent in Korean, I pick up bits and pieces from watching Korean drama. 🤓 So I thought, I don't need to be close too much. I DID cave in and bought a set of binoculars, which I highly recommend if you wanna zoom in to the acting. The theatre does rent out binoculars but you'll need a Korean number. :/

That said, it's a great view even if you sit at the back and you can see the chandelier closely and make out Jeon Dong-seok's silhouette on the angel and think, "Good God he IS tall…This thing can hold his weight, right?"

Just be mindful of your height, if you are short like me, maybe don't take the first row of the balcony coz you'll have to tilt your neck to look over the railing or move in front and you might get called out for it.

When I saw my non-Phantom show, I was taking photos of the theatre (Seoul Arts Centre) before the show started and I think the guy behind me got concerned that I'd be doing this often ;_; so he asked me (in Korean) if I could please lean against my seat. Annnd ever since I tried to keep glued to my chair and got scared to even stretch my neck lol.

After the show

Just retrace your way to the subway or follow your maps app. Do not be like me and just blindly follow where the audiences are going coz that led me to an underground parking lot at close to 12 AM in the morning and I had to run back up the stairs to chase the last train. 👍

Bring an umbrella

It rains now and then and there's a bit of a walk to the station and not all foot paths are covered. Again, do not be like me.

Stage door

To this date, the closest to a "stage-door" experience (the 'way home') is after a Cho Seung-woo show (provided it's not stormy). Because the actor does come out to the parking lot to briefly greet and wave at fans before going home (by car or a motorbike — yes, he'll pass and wave at people even from a motorbike). That is the full extent of it - no signatures or selfies. I think it's understandable as covid is still a real threat. As for the other actors, I only see them rushing out, ducking, and bowing (and for Song Eun-hye's case, putting on a helmet and hopping on a kickboard 😄).

Prepare to wait for 45 minutes for CSW to come out though.

Any questions? I'd be happy to try to answer!

Actual review next!!

[hockeynoses]

Obsessed with your writing!! Could we possibly get more of allergic Steve? I don’t have a certain prompt in mind but the way you’ve written him in the past is very chefs kiss

I didn't expect to churn this one out so fast, but I liked that it was vague and then my imagination took over!

Summary: Steve, Eddie, and Robin all live together. Robin is cat-sitting for Vickie, and Steve is allergic. 💖 1.3k

Rating: 18+ This is pretty tame, but it includes kinky!Eddie and there's one mention of his man-parts. 👌

~*~

“We’re back!” Steve announces to the apartment as Eddie follows him in, arms full of grocery bags.

“Okay!” he hears Robin respond from her room down the hall.  The two boys set the bags down on the kitchen counter and start to put the groceries away. Eddie pulls out a box of cookies and smiles at Steve, waggling his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

“Those are for later,” Steve says, snatching them away and placing them in the cupboard.

“Aww, you’re no fun,” Eddie pouts.

“We gotta make dinner fi-hir- ha-ehXXT!” he sniffs, “First.”

“Bless you,” says Eddie, giving him a teasing wink.

“Thanks. So, for dinner, did you want to do the pasta or the burg-heh- J-Jesus – hih-EKSSH!” He finishes, stifling the sneeze into his fist. Eddie just raises his eyebrows at him, watching. Steve rubs at the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, trying to quell the growing itch there. “I don’t know where these are com’bing frob,” he says, congestion creeping its way into his words.

“It’s a little late for hayfever…” Eddie says, glancing at Robin’s closed bedroom door. Steve is aware of his predilections, but he tries to keep everything under wraps around other people. There was only so much he could get away with when Robin was home.

As if summoned by his thoughts, he hears the creak of her bedroom door and her soft footsteps padding down the hallway.

“Hey guys!  What’s for dinner?” Eddie’s eyebrows just about reach his hairline when he sees her holding a small orange tabby cat in her arms.

“Whadt is that?” Steve asks, hand still pressed to his nose.

“This is Jennyanydots.” Robin says, holding her up and smiling proudly. Seeing her statement met with blank stares, she continues, “The Gumbie Cat…? From CATS? … Andrew Lloyd Webber?”

“Band nerd,” Eddie teases, glancing from Robin to Steve, whose face is starting to contort in preparation for another fit.

“heh’RRSH!  iihh-TISHH!  kx’GSHT!” He bends forward with the force of them, catching them in his cupped hands. “Whad the fugk is it doing here?”

Robin rolls her eyes. “It’s Vickie’s cat, and I’m watching her for a week while her family is on vacation. Their regular cat-sitter had to cancel at the last minute.”

“Robidn, I’m ah- allergic to caaa- ha-TSCHH!”

“To cats,” Eddie finishes for him, eyeing Steve with amusement and barely concealed interest.

“You can’dt have a cadt in h-here for a w-week! Hih-knxxt!”

“I’ll keep her out of your room!” Robin says.

“Thad’s nodt… ha-GKSHU!” He scrubs his nose angrily. “I cadn’t just stay in mby roob for a week!”

“I can think of-” Eddie starts to joke, and decides it’s probably for the best when he’s cut off by-

“iihh-KSHH!  Heh-tssh! …IITCHuh!” Steve grips the counter for support, coming up dizzy in the aftermath.

“Nevermind,” says Eddie, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“Keep her in your own roob!” Steve argues.

“No! She has to have space to roam free!  If I keep her locked up in my room, she’ll hate me and I can’t have Vickie’s cat hating me, Steve.”

“Whadt about mbe?” Steve asks, gesturing to the mess his face is starting to become. Eddie thinks he should probably grab him a tissue or twenty.

“You said your allergies weren’t that bad!” says Robin.

Having had enough of the yelling, Jennyanydots jumps from her arms to the floor, leaving a cloud of fur in her wake.

“I… hih’KXXT!  Okay, bmaybe I was downplaying themb a bidt.” Steve punctuates his words with a thick sniff.  Eddie looks back and forth between them, entertained but also wishing he could get Steve alone.

“I mean…” Robin looks at Steve with worried eyes. “You’re not going to die, right? Like your throat won’t close up or anything?  I cannot have your death on my hands!  The kids would kill me.”

“Ndo, I’b dnot going to die. I’ll ju-huh-st ha-ESSH!  Heh…eh-KIIISH! I’ll just wish I was dead,” Steve says, swiping a knuckle under his nose.

“You’re being dramatic,” a hopeful accusation from Robin.

“ihh-ISShoo!  Really?!” At this point, Eddie finally decides to run off in search of tissues for his boyfriend, jogging toward the bathroom.

“Don’t you have medicine you can take for it?” Robin says, eyeing the tabby who has sauntered her way over to wind between Steve’s legs.

“Yeah, but- H-hey, gedt-hih gedt thad thigg away frob mbe- hah-ghXXTch!”

“Aww, she likes you!”

“I’b serious, Robidn! EXXTCHH!” He sneezes into his hands, glaring at her from above his fingers.

“Alright, alright, I’m getting her!” Robin grabs the cat and steps several feet away from Steve, but the damage has already been done. Eddie returns from the bathroom clutching the box of tissues, and the first thing he sees is Steve’s face, eyes closed, nostrils pink and irritated. His breath is hitching desperately, mouth open, and he knows the next fit is going to be a big one.

He shimmies up to Steve’s side, plucking three tissues from the box and setting it on the counter. He slaps them into Steve’s open palm and watches as the other man steeples them over his nose. Moving to stand behind Steve, he snakes his hand from Steve’s lower-back around his middle, fingers sneaking under the hem of his shirt.

“I’ll save you if you get dizzy,” he says, trying to keep his voice light. He glances at Robin, hoping she won’t think anything of it beyond Eddie being his usual weird self. She takes that as her cue and realizes she should take the cat back to her room for a bit so Steve can collect himself.

She turns and heads down the hallway with an earnest, “Sorry Steve! Take your meds and we’ll continue this discussion later! Good luck!”

The only response is an echoing, “ha-RSSSH! ESSHHH! ih-hih…gshHOO!  Fugk.” A brief respite allows him to catch his breath, but not for long. With him plastered to Eddie’s front like this, Eddie can feel every hitch, every desperate inhale. He strokes his thumbs against Steve’s stomach, feeling the soft hair there and the defined muscles that contract with every sneeze.

His voice is low and muffled against Steve’s shoulder when he asks, “You got more in there for me?” He feels Steve’s breath hitch as he presses a kiss to the back of his neck. Knows the other man can feel his semi-hard cock digging into the top of his ass.

“heh…ihh-Ha’AETCHHoo! Ah…heh’RRSSShh! IIXXSH! Kk’SHU! Ughh,” he groans, gasping for breath, bent over from the force of them and dizzy with it. Eddie’s arms are firm around his waist.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Get it all out,” Eddie says, running his hands along his sides. Steve’s skin is warm with exertion.  “Do you need-”

“HA-ESSSHHuh! F-fugk, I- hah…ihh’ESSSHHOO!  I cadn’t- hih’RESSSHH!” Curled forward, panting, Steve uses the temporary lull to blow his nose, the crackle of it echoing in the kitchen.

Seeing that the clump of tissues in Steve’s hand is pretty much decimated, Eddie frees one of his hands and leans over to snag a few more from the box. He holds them out in front of Steve who blinks the tears from his eyes and swaps them for the soaked bundle which Eddie sets on the counter. He’ll clean it later, he thinks.

“Guh…dnot ah-agaidn… ESSSH! Hih…hah-ATTSCCHoo! Fugking ca-hah-ATTSSHH!” Eddie holds him steady, hands skirting the tops of his hips. “Why did idt have to be a cadt?” He leans his head back to rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, baby,” says Eddie, pressing a kiss to his temple. “We should probably head to our room and get you some meds.”

Steve gives a careful sniff, checking that the fit is mostly over. “Yeah,” he says as Eddie disentangles himself and leads him down the hallway.

“ha-eh’XXSH! We should’ve got mbore Claritin at the grocery store,” he says, holding the crumpled tissues under his leaking nose. “Hih-IISHH! kk’ISSHT!”

“We’ll get more tomorrow,” Eddie says, closing the door to their room and finally pressing Steve up against it. It’s going to be a good week.

[dragonjesterwrites]

As proof of life for this blog (as far as writing content goes sgsjsks) I wrote a short drabble! Really had fun with this one, hope y'all enjoy. I'm working on the asks too ofc, I just wrote this as a warm-up 👌

Summary: Moon meets Roxy for the first time.

Word Count: 1679

TW: Car crash-like scene

🌙~~~~~🐺

Moon squinted and raised his hand to his eyes as the blinding beam from one of the security STAFF bots' flashlight swung over him, hovering on his face. He lifted his arm and wiggled his fingers in a strained greeting, and the STAFF bot dropped the light, gave a slow wave in return, then spun slowly and wheeled away.

Only thirty two minutes before the lights come back on. Moon continued walking quickly down the gaudily carpeted walkway, being more careful to stay out of the STAFF bots field of view.

He kept his brisk pace consistent, checking both the time and his charge habitually as he walked, and not four minutes later, he'd reached his goal: Roxy Raceway. He simply waved at and walked past the STAFF bot guarding the entrance; he'd visited many times prior in the name of "patrolling", and the bot had never taken issue with his entry before.

Roxy's recorded voice boomed out of the loudspeaker above as he walked, a bit slower now, towards the carts. He'd never actually met the wolf animatronic, the Glamrocks typically only stopped by the Daycare for children's parties, which were held up in the party rooms, and usually only when Sun was out.

Moon gave a cursory sweep across the room as he reached his chosen kart, checking to see if she was here- Sun had met her a few times, and described her as dismissive and rude. Moon had already dealt with enough parents like that today, he didn't have the mental energy to deal with that sort of thing when he was off work and trying to have fun.

No sign of her, or anyone except for the motionless STAFF bots sitting in the kiddy karts. Oh, good. Moon turned back and examined the cart he'd chosen weeks prior- clean-ish, had been in perfect working order for the last six weeks according to the tech logs he'd read, and it was painted a pretty purplish-blue with white lightning bolts down the sides. He'd already learned from observing the STAFF bots what the pedals did, and knew how to activate them so he'd have someone to race with.

So far, all according to plan.

He climbed into the seat and strapped in, then tapped the GO button on the screen. He made his way through the options until finding the tech interface, and typed the borrowed password in with nimble fingers. He decided to activate only two STAFF bots to start with, the deep growlings of their karts starting up somewhere behind him as he reversed through the screen options, checking off yet another box for his plan.

Moon was close now, and tried to brush off the growing nervousness that came with the excitement. He- they- would be fine. He had a plan, and if a STAFF bot could do it, so could he. Just a quick few laps around the track and he'd be back to the Daycare with plenty of time to spare before the lights came back on. He'd tell Sun all about it, maybe convince him to leave and try it out for himself.

His finger hovered over the flashing START button for just a moment before he pressed it. The kart rumbled to life, and he let slip a giddy, nervous giggle, hands settling on the vibrating steering wheel. Alright. You can do this, Moon.

Easy does it now… his foot came down to rest on the gas pedal, and he began to press down ever so slightly-

"Hey!"

The loud shout made him jolt- and unfortunately, his feet slam into the floor and the pedal. With a tremendous roar, the kart leapt forwards- heading straight at a wall. His collision sensors screamed at him, not that they really had to, and he ripped the steering wheel to the right. Too hard. He barely had time to realize he'd sent himself spinning before there was a deafening bang, and all went black.

~~~~~

Moon awoke to blinding lights above him, and hissed in pain as his sensors were immediately overwhelmed by it. He made to quickly cover his eyes, his eyelids not quite enough to block it all out, but realized he couldn't move.

Oh stars- no, no, had he paralyzed himself? Had he died? Sun- Sun, no, he couldn't have, Sun had to be okay.

"Hey. Quit struggling, I'm trying to help."

Moon tried to raise his head to look at the owner of the muffled call, but couldn't do that either.

"...R-Roxanne?" He ventured.

"In the metal."

"Sun- is he okay?"

The faint tapping he could hear paused for a split second before resuming, and even that brief moment made his anxiety spike.

"He's fine. Spoke to him a minute ago."

Moon didn't think he'd ever felt relief that strongly before. He went limp against the hard seat, guilty terror subsiding to exhaustion, both emotional and physical. His battery was down to a mere seven percent, how long had he been out?

"I told him you crashed the kart like a dummy." Roxy informed him, sounding rather bored as she tapped away at the keys. "He wants you to know he's not mad, he just needs to know if you're okay. I told him I'd check, annnnd… yeah, diagnostics says your card's fine. You got lucky."

Another wave of relief. Sun was okay, and they'd both be good to work tomorrow, no lengthy Parts and Service maintenance and repairs. He knew how Sun hated it, and he wasn't terribly fond of the invasive procedures, either. But actual damage to them done was moot if any of the human workers found out about the incident, a full maintenance was mandatory any time they could've been damaged.

"Roxanne?"

"Relax." The tall animatronic grumbled. "I'm almost done."

"No, I just- could you… keep this between us? I'll clean up the damage, whatever needs doing."

Roxy sighed. "Already done, but I won't tell, I'm no snitch. I'll just say one of the bots crashed or something. Y'know, you're really lucky, the cameras are down 'cause of some weird power glitch." She said. "Alright, I'm opening the restraints."

There was a long hiss and several clicks as they came undone, and Moon quickly leapt out of the chair, bringing his arm up to shield his eyes. The door swooshed open, and he gladly stepped into the dark. As soon as the overwhelming pain left his visual processors, the exhaustion made itself known, and he checked his battery again. Six percent. Low, yes, but it would easily be enough to get himself back to the Daycare to charge.

He turned to Roxy and offered out his shaky hand, who huffed in what might have been amusement and shook it briefly. "Thank you, Roxanne. For everything."

"You're welcome." She replied. She turned and headed up the stairs to her room elevator, tail swishing behind her. "Right, I've got signatures to perfect, and you've got a battery to recharge."

"Yes." Moon stopped himself before turning away, about to ask if she wanted anything in return- not just for going out of her way for him, she'd been far nicer than Sun had described, and he felt a little bad for just assuming the worst. Of course, he trusted Sun, and fully believed Roxy had been rude to him, but perhaps she'd just been having bad days. The kids could get rowdy sometimes.

But before he could think of something to say, she stopped, ear flicking, and looked back at him. "Hey, Moonman. You want me to teach you how to drive karts properly?"

She was offering him more kindness? Maybe Sun had been wrong. "Oh, I, er-"

"Don't think I'm flirting with you or anything." Roxy told him, eyes narrowed, and he held up his hands innocently, and with no small amount of confusion. "It's just boring racing the STAFF bots. I'd ask the others, but they don't have the same patrol routes. And I guess… I was sort of one of the reasons you crashed." The last part was mumbled and obviously half-hearted, but Moon wasn't bothered with everything she'd done to help them.

"I would like that, Roxanne." To tell the truth, he was nervous about driving again, but he'd already gotten the high score at every arcade game, the bots at Fazerblast and Montygolf were no match for him, and Mazercise was too easy as long as he had full charge. Her ears and tail perked up, but he barely noticed as his attention had flickered to his internal interface. Five percent. "...But I do have to charge." He said hesitantly, and she nodded and flapped her hand at him.

"Yeah yeah, some other night. Same time next week, maybe?" She asked, and he nodded.

"Yes, that sounds good. Er- thank you again, Roxanne, and- is there anything I can do to repay you?" He asked, and she leaned on the railing, frowning and tapping her chin with her claws.

"Hmm… yeah, actually. You're small enough to fit through the vents, right?"

Moon blinked. "Ye-es? Probably."

"Just deliver it. I would do it myself, but Chica would hear me coming." She said, lowering the finger she'd been jabbing at him and casting her gaze to the side. In contrast to her demanding tone seconds ago, she now sounded… shy? No- bashful. Ah.

"Good enough. Could you, um, deliver this to Chica's room?" Roxy opened up her hatch and pulled out a small package with a piece of what looked like paper on top, and tossed it to him. Moon caught it perfectly and looked down to examine it- it appeared to be a present, clumsily wrapped and with a card stapled on top. "Don't you dare read that! It's private!" She suddenly snapped, and he quickly tucked it away into his own hatch, internally grimacing at the sensation of the lumpy object pressing against his endo and wiring.

"I'll get it done as soon as I've charged up." Moon promised.

"Thanks." She nodded, and turned to her door, which opened up automatically for her. "Catch you later, Moonman."

"Goodnight, Roxanne."

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Courting head canons

Omega!Mitsuki

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The format of this is weird...

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Trying to court Mitsuki was ROUGH. It was like he had no idea what you were trying to do. Everytime you gave he gifts, he always accepted them happily but he never seemed to understand why. It wasn't till a few years later that it finally clicked.

He started leaving you chocolates with a note saying ‘I'm sorry’ on them everyday. After a while you decided to try again.

Gifts-

A week later you gave him a gift. A pastel blue blanket with a snake scale looking pattern on it. He loved it and kept it with him all the time

When you asked why he didn't put it in his nest, he seemed confused.

Turns out he didn't know many things about being an omega. Being an alpha, you couldn't help so you asked the other omegas in the class.

You found out he really liked trying new foods, expanding his palette to different snacks and foods.

You started giving him home cooked food as well as homemade bento boxes.

You gave him different little snacks, chips and different sweet things.

Though he seemed to like your home cooked food better.

After a while you wanted to try something different. You followed him around and found that he really liked soft plush toys.

You began giving him soft plushies. He really liked cat plushies the most.

Public or Private-

He didn't really care about people seeing you give him gifts

He liked when you courted him out in the open

Hanging out/dates

He enjoyed going to restaurants with you. He just enjoyed being around you

Despite all this, his favorite thing was being alone with you.

Being alone with you will a nice dinner. Low light. Maybe some calming music. Chefs kiss 👌

Additional details- random shit I wanted to add...

Orochimaru ships y'all hard core. He's happy his son finally found someone.

When you two finally had kids Orochimaru cried. It was precious ✨

(Off topic af)

Mitsuki becomes more friendly around others after you two become mates.

Mitsuki always wants love from you

Mitsuki learned about whining so whenever he wants anything, he'll whine

[vanderlindemangofarm]

pls pls pls do more daddy dutch x f reader spanking shit ur stuff is always 💦👌💯

Absolutely! Always a pleasure 👌

Donation box 🙏 (please buy me a coffee! I’d appreciate it so very much) 

Dutch van der Linde - Spanking Headcanons (female reader) 

You arch your back like a kitten, feeling his palm on the base of your spine. He hums through a smile, proud to be making you purr. 

His other hand rests under your globes, occasionally tapping his fingers across your skin, making you jiggle. 

He knows you’re wet already. You always are by the time he puts you over his knee, your clothes long forgotten on the floor though of course he stays fully put together and tailored to perfection. 

You managed to ruin his last pair of pants - and you still have the welts to show for it. 

“Mmff...Daddy...” 

Your voice is croaky with lust, heavy with your need for him, like you’re speaking underwater. 

You’d called him by that name earlier today, in front of several other gang members. It was uttered sarcastically, with a click of your tongue, after he’d asked you in no uncertain terms to stop lounging around with Sean and do something useful. 

“Yes Daddy.” 

You and he both knew you’d be paying for that later. 

He brings a large hand down with a sharp smack right in the centre of your right cheek. You squeal, your feet wiggling. 

Again, on the left. Then alternating back and forth, his hand wide enough to cover almost all of your rear. 

Heat builds, both stinging and delicious. 

You whine into the pillow that he placed under your head. Your core is aching, bursting for him like a ripe cherry. 

His strikes are unrelenting, harsh, dizzyingly so. 

You both know that they can probably hear you from outside the tent. It’s a normal night at camp - singing, drinking, talking around the fire. Even with Dutch’s gramophone playing, you cries and moans still carry through the thick night air. 

“Not so eager to say my name anymore, little one?” 

His tone is rife with condescension and you bite your lip to stop yourself from calling him something else. 

“Cat got your tongue? I think of a better use for it, for all of your pretty little mouth.” 

You grind into his lap, clawing for any kind of relief. 

He holds you down firmly, his fingernails digging into your soft flesh, landing a tirade of smacks onto your sit spots. 

“Fuck! Daddy!”

He squeezes your ass between each intense strike, leaving his handprint glowing on your skin. 

“I should wash your mouth out with soap, princess.” 

You whine again, balling your fists and wriggling helplessly in his lap. 

He sighs contentedly, parting your thighs for a brief second to dip his index finger into your wet centre. 

“Mmmm...” you whimper. 

He goes back to spanking you immediately, still without any remorse. 

“I want the whole camp to hear you say my name. You were so proud of it this afternoon, but now I’ve got you over my knee, spanking you like the little brat you are, suddenly it doesn’t seem so fun does it?” 

“Daddy...” 

“Louder, darling.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I...ah!” 

More smacks, and his hand suddenly gripping a fistful of your hair, pulling your head upwards. 

“Please fuck me...please...fuck, please...” 

He slips his fingers back between your thighs and smears your slick juices across your ass, now crimson and throbbing under his touch. 

“Please what?”

You swallow the last of your pride. 

“Please, Daddy! Please, please, please...” 

He slows his pace down until he’s only patting you, before rolling you over and scooping you up so you’re curled into his lap. 

He wipes away the small tears that have dampened your face with his thumb and brushes the hair away from your forehead. 

“Your wish is my command.” 

He throws you back down on the bed, positioning himself on top of you now. 

Your punishment isn’t over yet, but god, this is your favourite part. 

[spongebob-connoisseur]

Hey, can I just say how much that 55 minute-long review of Sponge on the Run on YouTube angers me? The reviewer is so incredibly nitpicky and points out every single small aspect of the movie that doesn’t even impact the viewing experience in a negative way. :(

Nah but I feel this. I don't mind a lot of the criticism towards Sponge on the Run. I love that movie but its a bit of the weakest of the 3. Probably from all the rewrites it's been through.

The movie isn't except from criticism and I feel like a lot of the flaws that others have pointed out are fair. They just aren't so bad as people make them out to be but everyone's got a different opinion.

But you have to aknowlege that a lot of the harsher criticisms towards the movie is mostly because of other things *cough*kamp koral*cough* and people believing this ruins the legacy of spongebob. People really went too far. I'm biased too since I'm the spongebob connoisseur, I think that's obvious enough but I'm stupid so don't mind me 👌 I still think some people went ham to hate for this movie.

I've seen some people acting like cinemasins and pointing out the basic stuff of any film and treat it like it's a cardinal sin because it's sponge on the run. A lot of them think Hillenburg wasn't involved with this movie at all and that they made this movie behind his back. Bro this movie was in production since shortly after the 2nd movie came out???? I literally was keeping watch on this movie since they announced production. Which was literally a few weeks after the 2nd movie. He literally pitched the plot of what became the final movie. I hate discussing this with people. They think I'm saying they have to like it or that I'm a movie defender. Just stating the facts gets people so mad. Idk what to do.

I don't like even talking about this since it's not worth my energy. Nobody has to like it. I find it understandable why some people don't like it. But some people don't behave when it comes to things like this. Some people who never cared about SB for the past 10+ years suddenly acting like they're the god of justice protecting the legacy of spongebob for a movie they don't like,,,,,

I know there's a lot of misinformation from kamp koral and stuff but it's getting out of hand when it causes actual problems. Like people sending death threats and stuff on the regular. I'm getting off topic here tho. Some people are weirdly petty about this.

I remember the dude who made the video talking about his thoughts on sponge out of water and his thoughts boiled down to "if you like this movie then you should feel bad about it" and he later talked about sponge on the run talking about how its the worst thing possible and that at least sponge out of water had some qualities.

It's a lot easier to admit you don't like something just because you don't rather than to make up weird reasons and nitpick to feel superior about it. Spongebob has and always have been obscure. Nitpicking it for being too obscure is pretty dumb especially if you're praising the classic era or movie for doing the same thing. Acting like your defending the legacy of the show while ignoring what the og crew even said about it and following a bunch of misinformation is dumb.

My thoughts are a bit jumbled. This has been sitting in my ask box for a while because I'm exhausted from the negativity lately and having to constantly clarify and discuss about this is draining. But I do think a lot about this. I thought it was fine and I didn't mind. I knew it would get a lot of hate from the misinformation and this reaction would be expected because if I know anything about the internet. People can't dislike things normally. But I just don't want to deal with it now.

[beefrobeefcal]

I NEED to cockwarm Frankie while he eats something agonizingly slow

Congrats! You, Nonnie, have the winning one-shot! All aboard the Cockwarming Train! 🐔🥵🚂

Enjoy! 😈

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Keep Your Dinner Warm

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)

Summary: Frankie gets into a Mousetrap.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1,771

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, swearing, pizza-eating, belly stuffing, cockwarming, naughty Mouse business

Author's Notes: This took me out and until I read @theywhowriteandknowthings' One Shot Miggy Please, I had no idea how HYPE I could get on this.

Not proofed. Enjoy!

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You’d sent Frankie messages that you knew would drive him nuts: messages describing what you wanted to do to him - specifically his belly, recipes you wanted to stuff him with, and images looking up your skirt at your wet panties. You kept this up for the majority of the day, ignoring his responses, pleading with you to stop teasing him.  

You were all smiles the drive home at the end of the day, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation pf him dragging you to the closest surface and fucking you on it as soon as he walked in the door.  

But pulling up to your home, you saw his truck parked in the driveway. You weren’t home any later than normal and his arrival was usually 20 to 30 minutes behind you. You parked your car and cautiously walked to your house. As soon as you opened the door, you could smell… pizza? You kicked off your shoes and wandered into the kitchen to see Frankie sitting at the table, two extra-large takeout pizza boxes in front of him. 

He was already out of his work clothes and in his T-shirt and sweatpants.  

You tried to act casual as you said, “You’re home early, baby. What’s…” 

“You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you, sweetheart?”, Frankie spoke in a dark tone, jaw clenched.  

He stood up and walked towards you; he grabbed your hand and put it on his bulge, making you feel how hard he was.  

“I had to work with this all fucking day because of you. You know how hard that was? Trying to do whit with a fucking hard cock all day?” 

You stared at him wide eyed and nervous, albeit slightly excited and aroused, too. He began to back you towards the wall, a scowl on his face. It was apparent that he was not wearing anything underneath his sweatpants as you tried to rub his throbbing member; he stopped your movement with a firm, almost painful grip on your wrist. 

“Nothing to say? No I’m sorry, Frankie or anything?”, he asked coldly as your back hit the wall. 

“Frankie… honey… I’m...” 

“Too late for that now, pretty girl. I already thought of the perfect punishment for your bratty pussy.”, he growled as his hands hiked the skirt of your dress up to your waist and yanked your panties off.  

He grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you toward the table. He sat down and lowered his sweatpants down to let his cock out and pulled you to sit on his lap. 

“Now, princess, you think you can follow some simple instructions, hmm?”, he said in a condescending tone as he gripped your chin, and you nodded. 

“Good.”, he continued, “You’re gonna sit that pretty pussy on my cock while I eat my dinner. Got it?” 

You nodded again. You’d never fucked him while he ate, and the idea had your cunt starting to drool. You began to move yourself into position when Frankie stopped you. 

“One last thing, princess.”, he said sweetly, almost too sweet to be anything but menacing, “You can’t move, baby… you’re just keeping your dinner warm.” 

A cold wave washed over you. One of the girls at work had mentioned cockwarming as a thing she and her husband did but you didn’t think Frankie would ever be into it, given his proclivity for straight up fucking. But Jesus, if he wanted the punishment to fit the crime, he sure as hell found it. 

You bit your lip anxiously and nodded. You braced yourself on his shoulders and his hands went to your hips as you lowered yourself slowly on him. You let out as gasp, your arms going around his neck, as he grunted; you leaned your forehead onto his, eyes clenched as you tried to adjust and one of his hands came up for your back, rubbing soothing circles. 

“Good girl… deep breaths, baby…”, he whispered to you. 

Once you’d acclimated to the deep intrusion, you thought for a moment that you’d won him over and your sweet, gentle Frankie was going to let you off the hook, so you sat back and looked at him. You tried to rock yourself on him, but his hands roughly grabbed your hips, holding you in place. 

“Don’t.”, he warned, his face returning to stone. 

He took one hand off your hip and reached to open the pizza box on the table next to you. 

***** 

Half an hour and one pizza later, you were in agony – delicious, sweet, forbidden agony. You whimpered, head on his shoulder while your arms were clinging to him as his expanding stomach was trying to push you from his lap.  

“Frankie… please… I can’t…”, you whined. 

“Still got a pizza left, princess… be good and I might let your pretty mouth suck my dick when I’m done.”, he hummed in your temple. 

This was driving you up the wall, like a cat in heat. Between the insatiable throbbing you felt in your stuffed cunt to his big, round, growling belly, growing and moving under you as he breathed and stuffed himself full of pizza, you wanted to scream.  

“Please!”, you cried out, feeling your arousal slip out of you and onto his lap, “I can’t do it anymore!” 

Frankie placed a gentle, greasy kiss on your cheek. “No more whining. Let me finish this and we’ll see how I feel, princess.” 

You let out a pathetic huff and whimper. 

***** 

By the time Frankie had the last piece of pizza in his hands, he was stuffed. The pressure you were putting on his bloated belly by trying to stay in your position was making him pant as he got through the last few slices. He could feel your legs shaking and you let out a whine or whimper every time he made any movement under you.  

But had you learned your lesson? 

The final piece was now safely packed away with the rest, and he grunted at how full he felt. He couldn’t see where your bodies met due to his distended belly, and that made his dick twitch in you. 

“Okay, baby…  sit up.”, he tried to suppress a burp as his tummy burbled, helping you sit up and looking at the pout on your face.  

“None of that, princess… you did good, baby.”, he smiled, his hands going back on your hips. 

You gave him a frown as you started to move your hips, sick of him being in the pilot seat. He grunted in response, and pulled you off him, and pushed you back to sit on the table. He stood up – grunting from what the quick movement did to his packed tummy – and grabbed your knee with one hand and your hip with the other, pulling your sweet, dripping cunt to the edge and forcing you to layback. He thrusted back into you with his full force, holding you firm around his cock. 

“This what you wanted?”, he growled, through his teeth as you moaned, “This what you were begging for all day with that shit you sent me?” 

The hand on your knee moved to the back of your neck and he began pounding into with enough force that the table screeched on the kitchen floor. You held on to his arms and cried out. 

“Needed this pussy filled and fucked, princess… fucking brat…”, his growl giving way to moaning. 

“Please… baby… I’m… I-I’m sorry… fuck… feel so good, Frankie… m-make it hurt… harder!”, you panted back between cries. 

His full belly swung and slapped against your overly sensitive mound with every thrust, and he threw his head back and let out a moan. 

“Fucking tease… goddammit, baby… feel so fucking good… n-not gonna last…. Touch y-yourself… please baby…” 

You reached down and began to rub your clit with your index and middle fingers, as his belly pressed them down harder each time it came in contact. You were so overly sensitive that within just a few rubs, you could feel the tight, hot coil begin to wind up. 

“Close… fuck… fucking close… Frankie….” 

Your legs began to shake, and tears started to fall from your eyes. You opened your mouth with a silent scream and your body went completely rigid, back arched. His own pace began to get sloppy and break rhythm, but the violent grip your squeezing cunt suddenly had on his cock made him stops mid-thrust and came with a loud moan. He felt a gush of hot liquid dampen the front of his sweatpants. 

You felt like you’d blacked out and gone blind. You’d never come that hard and then you realized Frankie was talking to you softly. 

“… come back to me, baby… breath for me, sweetheart… atta girl…. good girl…. look at me, Mouse.” 

Your eyes regained focus and you looked at him, still breathing heavily. He wiped your tears and then winced as he pulled out and you gasped and shivered. 

“What happened… what’s wrong?”, you said hoarsely. 

“You got one hell of a grip, Mouse. “, he smiled. “Came so hard you almost ripped my dick off.” 

“Oh fuck… did I?”, you covered your face, still trying to regain your composure. 

Frankie laughed as he sat down heavily on the kitchen chair. “You fucking did alright.”, he chuckled, wiping his forehead with his t-shirt, then saw you trying to sit up. “Take your time, baby… Jesus, I thought I’d fucking killed you when you came.” 

Eventually, Frankie got up and stood next to you and leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. “We’re doing that again. Please tell me we’re doing it again.” 

You sighed with a smile and patted his belly then reached out for help off the table. Frankie pulled you up and off the table into a hug.  

“You hungry? You didn’t get any pizza”, he asked, and you nodded. “Go have a bath. I’ll bring you something to eat.” 

You nodded and wobbled out of the kitchen to your bedroom.  

“Oh shit!”, Frankie laughed, and you turned around with a questioning look. “I’ll take you shopping to replace that dress this weekend, and I promise I won’t fuck you on greasy pizza boxes again.” 

You gave him a confused look then pulled the shoulder of your dress to see the back and saw pieces of cheese and pepperoni littering your back. Then you looked at the squashed, open pizza boxes on the table. You gave him a look and smiled, then made your way to your bath as Frankie went looking for something to make you for dinner. 

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TAGLIST:

@theywhowriteandknowthings @harryleatherfit @toxicanonymity

@harriedandharassed

[imo-chan-imagines]

Hey, excuse me... Are requests open? If so, do you have any rules? Have a nice day 😉

Hi Anon! Thanks for your Ask 😙

Requests aren't 'officially' open because I haven't written out my rules yet...because I'm lazy and was just going to wait until someone asked me...so...

THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! I appreciate the courtesy. And yes, you can send in a request!

(To the anon who sent me an FKBU headcanon request before this, if you're reading this, don't worry! I've taken it on!)

I'll lay out the basics of my rules/guidelines for requests below, which I'll probably flesh out some time in the future in its own post (but I'm sure this will be fine for now, my bambino Anon ♡)

Request rules/guidelines:

☆ ☆ = my favs

Content types: ☆drabbles☆, ☆headcanons☆, fake texts

Fandoms I create for: ☆FKBU☆, ☆Haikyuu☆, BNHA, Run With The Wind, AOT/SNK, ☆JJK☆, ☆KNY☆ (may expand at a later date)

Genres: ☆fluff☆, ☆smut☆, ☆smuff☆ (a combo of the two), crack, comfort (like making up after angst)

Romamtic/sexual pairings I will write: ☆fem!reader × male character(s)☆, gn!reader x male character(s)

It doesn't have to be reader x character, it can just be platonic stuff or general scenarios/headcanons, etc. without any pairings. I will write stuff for female characters if it's not romantic or sexual. And I don't write character x character, because that's a whole can of fandom worms that I'm not even going to touch 🙃

Things I specifically DON'T write: paedophilia (in all the smut I write, they are either canonically 18+ characters or are aged up), rape/non-con, incest, necrophilia, hardcore BDSM, gore porn, anal, fisting, piss/vomit/scat kinks, crossdressing, explicit descriptions of strong gore, abusive relationships/situations (including extreme yanderes), explicit descriptions of self harm

(They can be all included in plots, character background, etc. but I won't write it physically happening, especially not in smuts.)

My rules/guidelines are there because it's what I feel comfortable writing, as well as specifically not comfortable writing. If a request doesn't follow the guidelines, I'll just delete it. But even if it does follow them, I still have the right to choose not to write it if I don't want to. Okay? Okay.

This is my hobby and I'm not getting paid, so please respect my wishes. Do that, and we be gucci 😌👌

Please send in your requests through my Ask box. And have a lovely day yourself, Anon ♡

[craftycupcake27]

Zip it - Housemates

Jungkook x reader 😁💖

Jungkook closed his eyes tight,  exhaling loudly. He heard her yelling again.

'APU!!'

He ran his hand through his jacket one last time before stepping out of his room. He saw Apu rush past him down the stairs, hands full of snacks.

'Do you or do you not hear that? ' Jungkook asked pointing at towards her room.

'I do,  but I'm kinda busy' Apu said,  showing him her hands full of party supplies. 'Can you please check what she wants?  I'll be back in a minute'

'OK' Jungkook said with a nod. He walked to Y/N's room and knocked.

'Come in!' Y/N called out.

He opened the door slowly and stepped in,  only to freeze in his spot. Y/N stood in front of her dresser, bent over looking into a box. The zip of her black dress was open and the light in the room made her skin glisten.

'I called you like fifty times, Apu! Please zip me up!' said Y/N still not looking up.

Jungkook closed the door behind him softly and moved towards her.

'Apu!  Hurry up! Why-'

She straightened and her eyes met Jungkook's in the mirror.

She gasped and turned around in an attempt to cover her back.

'Kookie?' she whispered.

This made Jungkook smile.

'I can still see through the mirror you know ' he said with a wink.

He folded his arms and looked at her teasingly.

'Turn around,  I'll zip you up ' he said moving forward.

Y/N blushed and felt too embarrassed to look at him.

'It's alright,  I won't look' Jungkook said gently.

Y/N turned around silently, looking at him through the mirror. He held her gaze as he slowly pulled the zip up,  his fingers grazing her skin gently.

Once done, Jungkook turned her around to face him.

'You look so beautiful today,  Y/N' Jungkook said with a smile.

'Kookie, I-'

It was the first time Jungkook saw Y/N so flustered and out of words, and to be honest he liked it.

'You can't tell anyone!' Y/N said shaking her head. 'Kookie, you have to promise!'

'I promise' Jungkook said taking her hand in his with a smile and raising it slowly to his lips.

The moment his lips touched her skin,  the door flew open noisily and Apu stepped in with Jimin tagging along.

'Seriously Jim,  you had ONE job-'

Jungkook let go of Y/N's hand and quickly grabbed the first thing his fingers came in contact with from the dresser.

Apu and Jimin stopped by the door and looked at the couple by the dresser. Silence took over the room for a second before Apu said ' What's going on? '

Jimin smirked at Jungkook,  who turned to Y/N, and pushed the earrings he had managed to grab into her hands.

'Don't expect me to come and find your stuff for you next time,  Y/N' he said,  shaking his head 'Seriously what the hell-'

He walked off,  grabbing Jimin by his arm and dragging him out on his way.

Y/N gave Apu an embarrassed smile.

'If either of you think I'm buying any of that bullshit you just sold,  well,  you're wrong' Apu said with a smirk.

'Apu I couldn't find these-'

'You're already wearing earrings darling, by the way' Apu said, taking her hand and leading her out of the room. 'We have a party to host and you have a lot of explaining to do later on'

*Beauties and Beasts*

Rapmon😎: Great party guys Apu👑: Was awesome! Yoongi: I still don't know why we had a party Apu👑: Just to chill, Yoongi Jimin: 😂

Tae: I just realized that I don't know half of my classmates😐 Y/N💞: No kidding 😐 Tae: Are you alright, Y/N? You were awfully quiet today Y/N💞: All good, TaeTae 👍👌 Tae: Kook? JK : Still alive✌

J-Hope🎵: It's so weird when these two DON'T fight Jimin: 😼 JK: #@*$! Rapmon😎: Whoa. JK : Zip it. All of you. Y/N💞: 😰 Jin: 😓

*Y/N put her phone down and took a deep breath. It was nothing,  but it still felt like a lot. Her skin tinkled at the thought of his touch. She closed her eyes tight and tried to relax. Her phone vibrated,  snapping her back to reality.*

*Kookie💖*

JK : Goodnight Pumpkin Y/N💞: Goodnight Kookie JK : 😉 Y/N💞: 😯 JK : 😘 Y/N💞: 😳🔪 JK: 💔 Y/N💞: 😝👋

[beefrobeefcal]

Idk why but the first thots that came to mind adds Mall Food thots. Like the pretzel kiosks that sell warm pretzels, salty and savory with cheese dipping sauce. You sit at a little two person table in the corner of one of the many mall hallways, breaking off pieces of the pretzel and feeding it to chubby!Dave. Maybe when he's much bigger and (if you wanted to explore more) enjoying his subby side more. **Though it could be any pboy, including Joel pre-outbreak.** Maybe you have him save the table and wait in line, looking at the list of treats he wanted like a classic pretzel (or three), cinnamon sugar pretzel bites, and a milkshake or slushie. When you get to the counter and start ordering the cashier asks "Oh this is for a party? We can do a party box if you give us a half hour. It'll take longer but it's cheaper, you get more food, and a free T-shirt." You agree and pay. "I'll take a medium". You go back to Dave and tell him it'll be a bit of a wait so you go shopping. Then later ... you come back and Dave eats most of the food at the mall. submitted by @neverwheremoonchild

🍿 Another mall thot. You go on a couples date with Dave York after having another baby (first time out of the house in a while) to the movies at the shopping mall. Dave gets a ton of snacks and food, even a beer. You literally just get a cup of ice but then nibble on some of Dave's nachos and popcorn. After he's eaten a ton of his food and is just laying in the chair watching the movie and in a comatose state from the delicious snacks, you get up to go to the bathroom and get a small soda. The cashier flirts with you at concessions and gives you a free large popcorn with your drink after you mention to them you've had three kids. They claim there's no way, that you look way too amazing while keeping their eyes on your breasts when you say thank you and leave for the dark theater. You're feeling good about yourself and sexy (it's fiction so why not) and you move Dave's popcorn bucket on top of your head and silently thank your husband for getting seats in the way back. You go to town and slurp super loudly on his member during the loud action scenes, stroking him and eventually riding on top during all the others. submitted by @neverwheremoonchild

Mall pretzels slap, Nevy...

And are you kidding me with this delicious synopsis? YOU MEAN YOU WROTE THIS FOR ME WHEN YOU GAVE US SUBBY CHUBBY JOEL???

I'm honored 🤗

and horny.

and my other WIP's will be weeping when I break the news to them.

BUT OH WELL!

I-think-we're-alone-now regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜