#tizzy is a simp

[siren07tucker]

It’s been a minute anyway * throws pink and tizzy’s kid at you*

@petrichormeraki is the original creator of the big Brother AU

The beloved queens of the nether (and the evidence of their adoption problem) 

there is another sibling image at the very bottom!



First adopted Izzy Enderman hybrid. (because I thought it was funny) title crowned royal Izzy of the blade family, the warped blade. 

Read the art of war for fun. Was made for the battlefield. No matter how many people they kill, they are still their mama’s baby. They paint their hooves, claws and horns. Prefers silver over gold, but will never tell their family that! 



Second born T-Arrow Hogland void demon (whatever tizzy is?) hybrid. title prince Techno Arrow of the blade family, the withered archer.

Enjoys cold weather, hunting, decorating and potion making. Has a humanoid form. 

Third adopted Cadence evoker hybrid. Title princess cadence of the blade family, the ethereal composer. 

Found during Later events of child like parent. Music lover. Magic user. Loves their hair and Hogland culture around hair. Trained in every instrument. Perfect pitch. Heat lapis lazuli, but loves blue. Royal sorcerers/conductor. Can turn vex into Allay.

Fourth adopted Ax blaze hybrid. Title Prince AX of the blade family, the frigid mage.

Found in the nether. Powerful magic user. Has wizard madness. Can look more human to prevent fires. Surprisingly channels magic through book. Will go along with any scheme. 

Fifth born Tipy Hogland void demon strider?

(since the void is a weird place. I think the code would just try to match up whatever’s closest to what Tizzy is which would be a strider) Title prince Tipy of the blade family. phantom of the lava seas, 

Sleeps in a tub of lava. Hates the cold. Loves lava skating. Uses fishing rod like a whip. Feet and Hands are covered in rock like coverings but they can submerge themselves under lava. 

Sixth Adopted Octo hellhound hybrid. Title princess Octo of the blade family. The moonless night. 

Very loving. Enjoys cold. Mysterious and a little cryptic. Can you get real straight to a point When people overthink. Can be scary. Won’t run, but we’ll find someone.

Seventh Adopted Maria ravager hybrid. Title Princess Maria of the blade family. The one who sew.

Found alongside cadence during later events of like parent like child.

Is a little fashionista (reference to how I draw pink in every outfit except for the one I use in her character design). Mama’s baby. Beauty and the beast. She gets big when she gets older. She is the favorite and everyone’s OK with that. 

Naughty children get noodled when they bonk their siblings too hard with their pointy pointers. 

[jazeswhbhaven]

👻👻Happy Spooky Month Ya'll👻👻

Have yourself a Asmo~

So as with any update of mine for the month, let's get it poppin' with some quick housekeeping rules since I've gained some new faces since the last update!

👻Don't come up in my space with the bullshit, meaning racism/colorism, homophobia, etc.

👻If you have a non-sharing yumeship do yourself a favor and don't follow me as I equally talk about and simp for pretty much the majority of the characters for this game

👻I talk and write cxc content, I always tag it so ya'll can mute it so just fair warning

👻Venting is welcome in my inbox, but no venting about other users in my inbox and using me as a mediator. That's ya'lls beef not mine.

👻Absolutely no minors.

👻Requests are s l o w. Like I still have stuff from weeks/months ago I haven't answered so please be patient with me ;w;

What's going on this month for my blog?

Uh tbh I was supposed to have a WHB OCversary event for myself and well that hasn't been going to well because of outside factors. If ya'll see it before Halloween that would be my ideal goal.

Also I was going to do a Halloween thingie like how I did for my other blog last year but I don't think I will end up getting to it...I might just update with the kings/nobles I didn't include!

Other than that keep an eye out for the following reacts:

👻Asmodeus Selfie 👻Gabriel X-mas Miracle And this is totally dependent on when my friends share the stories with me or if I get them myself. I was supposed to have a react for Levi and Mammon's bath story but I'll probably dish that out for next month instead.

Oh but another thing!

So after some thought, if I get myself together and figure out a sound schedule...and after doing more research I will possibly be opening a Patreon for ficlets/blurbs for other fandoms including this one based on a poll vote. Most of it will be never posted on tumblr so it will be exclusive to my patrons only! The tiers won't be too expensive tho. But this is still a up in the air thought and I'll let ya'll know if it's ever going forward. I'd like to think I'd get support but alas, gotta be realistic sometimes lol

Hey so, Asmodeus....eh? *wink*

yes. Asmodeus has the fandom up in a tizzy and I think that's a given. For LU(Love Unholyc) fans this has been a long time coming seeing him like this, and for folks like me who kinda know OF him or don't know him at all then yeah fucking side swept my ass.

Let me gather my strength to write some stuff about him...I want to I really do...and we shall see if I can get my brain going. There's so much potential with him too. Other than him being fine as fuck.

Anywayssssssss thank you all for following me and my crazy, engaging, and being the lovely folks ya'll are. Let's continue to simp and vibe for the bois~

your lovely admin~ ♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

[arsenalknight]

Definitely isnt the most original idea but damn Nosferatu got me in a tizzy and I am just obsessed with this undead simp.

[mjrtaurus]

People in various kingdoms Dragon's wanted poster catalogue are put up in are dropping like flies and the Government is trying to spin it as though Dragon's demonic influence is weakening the constitution of the masses.

When in reality, they're so overwhelmed by seeing his sexy sexy face they're getting hot flashes and fainting spells. Some places are even experiencing higher divorce rates because of the realization that Dragon is the gold standard of healthy masculinity and the rest of the world need to catch the fuck up.

God if there was a One Piece social media platform there would be some mass social movement like “the D stands for Daddy” or something.

And Iva would be all over it, staging as multiple people from across the Blues and the Grand Line, dropping “sightings” to make it look like Dragon’s everywhere and getting all the people simping for him in a tizzy.

Dragon is mortified, but won’t let that get in the way of further endearing the revolution to the people.

The next round of risqué photos will have him in various partial transformations so the monsterfuckers don’t get left out.

[java-lava]

You people have got me in a tizzy for a MILK MAN, a FREAKING MILK MAN….. I could’ve gone my whole life without ever simping for this guy but NO. YOU PEOPLE HAD TO MAKE SUCH WONDERFUL FAN ART AND FICS THAT IVE FALLEN FOR A FICTIONAL MILK MAN

[etheraltings]

bwia cuddle wit me...

you're dizzy around me

put this glass pipette on the bottom of your tongue habibi

lapis lazuli, where did the glass bottles begin?

spark the needy, let me drip this passion flower on you auby

where's my one night on club pari baby

let's tie binds in paris grampy

leave the brothers and sisters on the coast of cincinnati, auby

girls just wanna be pixie faries, really

really true habibi

really i'd be better undressing you with a tune

better melodies, gatta bring a speaker

gatta bring my guitari, have a piani ready

then after i paint a picasi

baby. I noticed those two cute braids

let me pack in

rample in that art work baby

he fittin

he dizzy

boy stop throwing them tizzies

he know that i'm blazing up

he know i'm a passion plug

that my fonto ting,

that's my ether my drug

my habibi spark the needy

light the ting ting candle for the pisces season

~who'd post some simp shit before the road trip?

-etheralting

[wonik1ss]

JAY & Y/n | teaser : dear, reader

SYNOPSIS : two people with complete different life’s learn about each other with the help of a small little read book

a/n : are you ready to rumble

While you weren’t the most talkative at times you were still a very nice and caring friend. So instead of getting a book, or a baking lessons for you your dear friend Lily got you an empty red journal.

“Lily be honest your on drugs right?”. While you didn’t want to nod your head at your friend Natty’s question you did. After 8 years of being friends you would think Lily would now what kind of gifts her bff would want.

“Hey you didn’t let me speak yet!”

“I have a great idea on how you can get out of your bubble!”. Natty rolled her eyes and you titled her head. It wasn’t odd for Lily to come up with ideas on how to get you out and about making friends. It’s just none of them were.. this weird.

“I told you we should’ve left our friendship with her in elementary school”. Now it was Lily’s turn to roll her eyes as she picked up the book and faced her two friends.

“I was thinking that you could create a game with the book! By leaving a note in it and leaving it at library or something to make a new friend! And if you don’t like them you can just end it and nothing bad will happen!”

“I can’t believe you’ve gone insane.. I knew you hanging out with bae was a bad idea!”. You circled your room in a tizzy as Lily sighed watching.

“You know.. it’s not that bad of an Idea..”. Surprised by Natty’s response you almost broke your neck while turning to face her.

“The one time I actually need your back up you agree with her?”. Natty nervously smiled and put her hands on your shoulders, as you stared blankly at her.

“Don’t you want to make more friends? And go out to.. carnivals, beaches and maybe even I don’t know a party?”. You rolled your eyes at Natty as Lily got closer.

“Maybe just try writing it and if you don’t like it we won’t do it?”. You sighed as you grabbed the red journal and a pencil and sat at your desk.

dear, who ever is reading this

Are your tired of your life right now? Because I am.. or obviously I wouldn’t be writing this.. Anyways.. since your probably still reading this you I’ll tell you about the little game we are going to play. I mean if your up for it.. turn the next page..

“You see this is why I asked you to write my college letter!”. Lily gently hit Natty as you laughed and continued writing.

Now since you have turned the page I’ll get into the game. In this game of getting to know each-other we won’t just ask about each other about things we will dare each other. Like for example if you want my name you’ll have to the most deserted cafe in town to get it by eating there driest dessert. Now go grab a snack there and start the game already!

“Ok there !I don’t like it so now we burn it and never talk about this again!”

“WAIT! just keep it! I mean just case!”. Natty nodded while Lily looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Ok but you owe me a muffin!”

meanwhile…

On the other side of town a certain jock named Jay had just won another soccer game.

“You know I would have almost had it if you just didn’t steal the- “

“Heeseung we all know you were to busy staring at Karina to score the goal”. The rest of the group laughed as Heeseung rolled his eyes.

“Good game guys”. Karina said staring at her phone while Heeseung stood love struck.

“Ya I can’t wait to see you against the Ateam next week!”. Ning Ning said as she smiled at all the eleven boys but mainly the seven in-front of her.

“Thanks Ning but you didn’t have to congratulate these simps- I mean wimps so we could talk”. Ning Ning laughed at Sunoo as Heeseung and the rest of the enha boys glared at him.

“I know but I also wanted to know if you all were going to come to Gigi’s party! I know no one will go if the enha boys don’t!”. Sunoo smiled as he said yes and the two plus Karina left.

The seven boys got there name ever since they made the Enhypen it Enha club to do nothing for a whole period. With no teacher or anyone else caring since they got a lot of money for the highschool.

at the party…

As Jay pulled up to the party while everyone tried to leave his car he locked the doors.

“I swear to god if one of you throw up in my car one more time I’ll kill you all”. They all nodded as they got out but one boy ran up to the door.

“No promises grandpa!”. As Ni-ki opened the door and got lost in the party Jay sighed as Jake chuckled.

“I’ll keep an eye on him don’t worry just make out with a girl or something”. Jay smile as he watched the rest of his group went inside the party, while he waited outside. Until he heard some commotion coming from car behind him.

“Please Y/n just be a bad teen for once!!”. Natty said as Haneul giggled and Julie stepped out the car too.

“Stop trying to pressure the girl and get inside the party before you break her arm”. Natty sighed and let go of your hand at Julie’s words as you smiled and took her hands.

“Don’t get to drunk, stay away from all men and make sure Natty doesn’t get an std”. Now Haneul and Belle giggled as Natty rolled her eyes again.

“Roll them any father and they’ll get stuck there!”. As Julie said that Natty went into the party flipping her off.

“Now get home safe Y/n I’ll see you tomorrow! Also make sure Haneul doesn’t stay up to late at the sleepover she has a test tomorrow!”. You nodded as Haneul frowned and waved goodbye as you went to get into the car.

You looked to see a guy looking right back at you, but it was to dark to see, the guy who was going to start your little game with you and maybe a life too.

teaser : dear, reader

masterlist | entry 1 !

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[sometimesanalice]

domestic ankle display > slutty beach shimmy (but also every part of bradley bradshaw send the girlies into a tizzy, let's be honest, lol)

Coyote had even accused him earlier tonight of moping and bringing down the vibe at the Hard Deck. Which he wasn’t wrong and Bradley can own up to it. He was definitely guilty of sulking. He just missed you. - i can just picture his furrowed lil brow and that florence pugh frown on his face as he’s sitting at the hard deck. but sweet boy misses his girl and are we really going to make fun of him for that? no ma’am (also fanboy calling him a straight up bummer is too funny)-- he'd just be sooo pouty! like people would try to pull him into things and he'd be like "nah. no thanks". like go play some darts, sir. but the fanboy bit truly made me giggle, because he would and then give bradley such a side eye about it too.

But he’d made a big show of giving you a new one a few weeks back when he’d realized that he’d wanted you to have one as his girlfriend. - the fact that he re gave her a key is so LIC bradley, i absolutely adore it- he's like there are steps! there's an order! it's one thing to give a sos key to your bestie but then another to give it to a girlfriend. and since his is both, he's of course going to do the whole shebang. the fact he wants her to have a new shiny one too, like a fresh key. he's so smitten.

“Oh, you love me,” you’d practically sang, as he took the old one off your keychain and replaced it with the new one - ENOUGH! ENOUGH!!!-- she'd be teasing but also FULL HEART EYES over it, lmao.

“…It’s like you want me to have a full blown Victorian Crisis.” - top 5 funniest things she’s ever said- raise your hand if you've been personally victimized by bradley bradshaw's slutty ankle (or want to be) 🙋🏼‍♀️

In fact, you’d stolen this particular shirt on more than one occasion. Which now that he thinks about it is probably why he’d gravitated towards it in the first place. - ENOUGH!! /this/ is about to give me victorian crisis-- he's such a simp and i love him

“That would be nice since you clearly have no consideration for my poor nerves,” - alright mrs bennett- you know she's put the 1995 one on before, and definitely teased him about his huffy theatrics lololol. and then when he argues she finds an online quiz and makes him take it, and he says it's rigged when he does in fact get mrs bennett, lol

“I toil all day to earn a living and to help the government fund my boyfriend’s paycheck-“” Bradley snorts, amused. - i giggled out loud too haha--she's so funny, ROAST HIM

“You’re too damn handsome for your own good. You’re easily the best thing I’ve seen all day, Bradley.” - awwwwww this is so sweet-- just them being a modern day 9-5 pair of starcrossed lovers, haha. fuck capitalism

There’s no sun flares or orchestral strings, none of the things in those movies you like to put on when you’re stressed or sick. But he knows he can give those ones a run for their money. If there’s one thing he knows how to do, it’s how to kiss you. - ugh this is so romantic!!! i wanna swoon-- foot pops and swooning galore!

it's also vital for you to know that he puts on p&p 2006 for her and makes her a grilled cheese sandwich, and when she falls alseep on him, he wakes her up in time to see the hand clench.

just thinking about “like I can” bradley on this fine Thursday evening (and every other day)

Oh my god, you and me both! (He’s never not on my mind, let’s be honest 😂) Cozy, domestic Bradley has been both the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires of late.

Delicate Sensibilities

Bradley’s lounging on his couch half watching the game on tv and half aimlessly scrolling on his phone waiting for you to get home.

You’ve been having to work late most days this week because of some tight deadlines with a difficult client. He feels like he’s barely seen you in the past four days.

And it didn’t help that you’d slept at your place last night.

Alone. Without him.

Coyote had even accused him earlier tonight of moping and bringing down the vibe at the Hard Deck. Which he wasn’t wrong and Bradley can own up to it. He was definitely guilty of sulking.

He just missed you.

It’s all he can do to try and play it cool- the game completely forgotten- when he hears open his front door, letting yourself in with the key he’d given you.

You’d technically had one since you first moved to San Diego. One that had been for emergencies back when the two of you were just friends. But he’d made a big show of giving you a new one a few weeks back when he’d realized that he’d mwanted you to have one as his girlfriend. It was a distinction he’d felt was important to make, it wasn’t a step he’d wanted to miss out on taking with you.

As he’d expected, you’d taken the opportunity to tease him about. “Oh, you love me,” you’d practically sang, as he took the old one off your keychain and replaced it with the new one. But he’d seen the look in your eyes as you traced the shiny new key with your finger when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Bradley hears you drop your things to the floor with a heavy thunk, he can practically feel the withering glare you’re probably giving your work tote and laptop as you kick off your shoes with a clatter one by one.

He counts your soft footsteps, knowing each one brings you that much closer to him. His torso already turned towards the entryway to see you the moment you step into frame.

And then there you are.

Your face just as familiar to him as his own. He’s known every version of you. The girl he’d grown up with, his best friend, the woman of his dreams. Still his favorite person, then and now.

He thinks he sees your shoulders release the slightest bit when your pretty eyes meet his.

Bradley didn’t realize just how parched he’d been for you until he’s drinking you in. It still knocks him in the chest sometimes, that you’re here and you’re his.

“There’s my best girl,” he greets you, hoping to see those dimples of yours.

He can tell you’ve had a long day, an even longer week. You look tired, but you’re still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Jesus, Bradley,” you groan.

He sits up straighter, alarmed. “Sweet girl? What’s wrong?”

You heave a full bodied sigh. “I feel like I’ve been hanging on by a thread all week and then I come here and see you like this? It’s like you want me to have a full blown Victorian Crisis.”

The melodramatic way you fling your arms out to the side would make snort under normal circumstances, if he wasn’t still bouncing between confused and concerned.

Bradley looks down at the comfortable clothes he’d thrown on once he got home from being kicked out of the bar for being- as Fanboy called him- a straight up bummer. All he was wearing was his favorite pair of jogger sweatpants and a soft, worn shirt that he’s pretty sure has a hole under the armpit.

But it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before. In fact, you’d stolen this particular shirt on more than one occasion. Which now that he thinks about it is probably why he’d gravitated towards it in the first place.

“I- Huh?”

“I mean, look at how much above the ankle skin you’ve got on display over there, Bradshaw.” You point a finger towards his feet, his eyes follow to where the elastic cuff of his pants is slightly pushed up on his calf. “Frankly, it’s indecent.”

He’ll never get tired of that teasing gleam in your eyes. You’re such a menace, but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Bradley tips his head back against the couch and laughs. “Should I be worried about your delicate sensibilities, kid?”

“That would be nice since you clearly have no consideration for my poor nerves,” you lament, bringing the back of your hand up to your forehead.

“Should I cover up then?” he asks with a smirk.

“Let’s not make any rash decisions. We’re close enough to the seaside that I should make a full recovery. Salt air and all that jazz.”

He lifts an eyebrow and then tugs up the pant leg on the other side. “How are your poor nerves now?”

Bradley sees you fighting to keep from giving into that grin he knows would take over your whole face if you let it. One that would be wide and bright and just for him.

“I toil all day to earn a living and to help the government fund my boyfriend’s paycheck-“” Bradley snorts, amused. “And you tease me? In my delicate state?”

He toys with the hem of his shirt before he shucks it off and tosses it to the side. “How about now? Does this make things better or worse?”

You purse your lips together as if you’re pondering, but he doesn’t miss the appreciative way you’re looking at him.

“Unclear,” you say after a minute. “I think I’m too far away, but also I’m pretty sure my distance vision is officially shot.”

“Can’t have you dealing with a Victorian Crisis and eye strain.” Bradley pats his thigh in invitation. “Why don’t come on over here, that way I can catch you if you have a fainting spell.”

“Such a gentleman,” you say, finally walking towards him.

He bites back a moan at the sight of you shimmying up your skirt in front of him, just slightly higher than it needs to be for you to settle yourself on top of him.

His hands come to rest on your hips as you run your fingers through his hair. And low rumble escapes him as your nails gentle scrape against his scalp. The way he’s so gone for you, just one touch and you basically have him purring like a cat.

You lean in and nudge your nose against his.

“I’ve seen too much of a computer screen and not nearly enough of you this week. And all of this, a lot,” you say, gesturing at him. “You’re too damn handsome for your own good. You’re easily the best thing I’ve seen all day, Bradley.”

He feels his ears get warm at your words and the affectionate way you’re gazing at him.

“Think you’ll need some smelling salts if I kiss you?” Bradley asks. He cups your face in his hand, letting his thumb skim over your cheekbone.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“C’mere,” he murmurs.

Bradley slips his hand behind your neck and pulls you close. You lean into him easily, pliantly, easily. Like being in his lap- in his arms- is the only place you want to be.

There’s no sun flares or orchestral strings, none of the things in those movies you like to put on when you’re stressed or sick. But he knows he can give those ones a run for their money. If there’s one thing he knows how to do, it’s how to kiss you.

He shows you with his mouth just how much he’s been longing for you. How much he needs you. How much he wants you.

Bradley smiles to himself when he hears that hitch in your breath, the way you do when he skims his tongue under your bottom lip. Your arms tightening around his neck as you press yourself against him until there’s not an inch of room between the two of you.

“Missed you,” you hum against his lips. He feels his fingers flex on the soft swells of your hips.

“I missed you too, sweet girl.”

Bradley watches as the corners of your mouth curl upwards, as you twirl some of his hair around your finger. “Oh, I know. Nat texted me a photo of you earlier tonight, you looked like a sad puppy sitting there in the corner by yourself.”

He groans and scrubs a hand down his face.

“But clearly, I didn’t fare much better. The slightest hint of a manly ankle bone and you almost sent me into a state of female hysteria.”

“So, the ankle is what does it for you then, kid?”

“Amongst other things,” you allow, trailing a finger down his chest.

He catches your hand and tangles your fingers with his. “And how are you feeling now? Should I order those smelling salts?”

“I think I’ll manage without them,” you say. “But you should probably kiss me again for good measure”.

“I can do that”, Bradley grins.

He drops kiss after kiss on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead until you’re laughing and smiling with those dimples on full display. Just the way he likes you to be.

Happy and here with him.

[siren07tucker]

The original creator of the big Brother AU is @petrichormeraki who will definitely appreciate this content.

 so the drawing of Djali and Tizzy was the first one I drew, it was going to be a comic where kid asks if they’re a good parent and questioning, if they’re doing the right thing by raising their kids. I’m still writing something for that because they will never have enough trauma. 

I love friendships that seem so unlikely!  I like to think that pink and tizzy don’t know what normal clothes are like, either It’s runway chic, fantasy bullshit or they don’t know what clothes are. 

Like tizzy is wearing a lingerie top jean shorts and the CUNTY crocs money can buy!?

 these two definitely have book club where they just drink wine and talk shit about the whatever version of the PTA you can think of. 

And yeah, their kids are leash children a bunch of them fly or climb, dangerous heights they need the leash!

Pink doesn’t need it if her kids act up she just put them in her hair….

I think about how Grum and Djali were the oldest and my experiences being the oldest.

I wonder if they have a moment with their kids where it feels like their a kid again and they’re taking care of their cousins. Both Grum and Kid know a lot about psychology so they are a little self-aware and self-conscious about their own psychology.

Anyway tizzy calls these get together little shit get together. During these times, tizzy will forcibly removes Djali from their family for some no family time or is she calls it.

“I love you my darling hell spawn but, Mommy needs (However long) with your auntie-uncle Djali so stay with your mother and your uncle Grum and don't commit a felony. Mommy Loves You ALLLLL~”.

 I love parallels between the two families. They both have babies, the eldest is a powerhouse, like their parents but has trauma and scars, a couple of arsonist, magic users and their parents have committed murder.



[carol-munson]

video killed the radio star. (rockstar!eddie x reader)

rockstar!eddie and you, his wife that he literally is so horny for all the time are caught up in a sex tape scandal. this is so stupid and dumb and lame and silly but i had a lot of fun writing it. i love how in love he is with his lil’ wife, it makes me wanna DIE.  inspired by this anon: rockstar!eddie and actress!readers sex tape being leaked and the whole thing is just eddie being a simp for her and giving her praise after praise plus most of the movie is just him eating her out and doing the helicopter with his dick

warnings: 18+, female anatomy mention, oral (f receiving), mention of oral (m receiving), drug use, drinking, consensual filming of sex acts, consensual drunk/high sex between a married couple, mild daddy kink if you squint, mentions of restraints, etc.  CORRODED COFFIN GUITAR LEGEND EDDIE MUNSON AND LEAD INGENUE ACTRESS OF OUR TIME CAUGHT IN SEX TAPE SCANDAL! 

For you, it had been a mortifying ordeal. For Eddie, damage control was his middle name. Both of your PR teams begging him to come up with something slick and charming on a press circuit to help lessen the blow. They didn’t want you talking about it, too clean of a record to even be asked about it. The most dangerous thing about you was that you married a metal guitar legend with a bad reputation. His good little angel compared to his bad boy persona.  It was the Leno interview that softened the blow.  “So Ed, we gotta talk about it.”

“Talk about what, Jay? What ever do you mean?” The audience laughs, his charming and knowing smile flashes to the crowd.

“The tape, c’mon, Ed! I haven’t seen it, but I can bet there are people at home that have seen it. And you know something, I hear the ladies are going wild over it!”  “And shouldn’t that tell you something Jay? All these ladies in a tizzy cause their man can’t satisfy them. Guys talking about what a pussy I am for telling my girl how much I love her. Can’t a man love his wife?” he turns his attention to the audience, “Can’t a man love his wife?”  The audience cheers.  “You know, I could be embarrassed, and my baby? She’s mortified. But she’s got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. She doesn’t even do anything! She’s innocent!”  “And how’re you feeling about it?”  “I think, it was a private moment, and someone took advantage of that. But on the bright side, it ends before any of these horny assholes can see what my wife can do in bed. No one’s thinking about how they can handle her but me. I’m sleeping like a baby.”  You both sat on the couch in your living room at the Malibu house the next week. You both knew what was on the tape, but you hadn’t watched it -- deciding that now that things had died down in the press a little bit, it would sting less. The tape warped to start, fading in from static snow, to lines running across the screen -- pulling the picture left and right with each glide down the picture. Another fade to static, then -- 

“Okay, okay, it’s recording,” you heard, and just the image of Eddie’s collar bone and his chain dangling in front of him filled the screen. You watched him as he stepped back until his full body was in frame, he gave the lens a thumbs up. You could see yourself, sitting back on your heels on the mattress -- completely naked. At first, you’re mortified -- so many people in America are seeing this, have seen it, still might see it. The legal battle of getting the tapes destroyed has been raging for weeks. Deep down, you know it’s never really going to be gone, but at least --  “Baby, it’s not that bad, I think this is the only time we see you like this,” Eddie mumbles, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder, “Let’s just keep watching.” 

“Of course you wanna keep watching,” you said, rolling your eyes, “We were there, honey, why do we need to watch it?”  The Eddie on screen started talking, “Hey -hic!- future Eddie, here with our smokin’ hot wife on our honeymoon. Consider this a gift or something, I don’t fuckin’ know, we’re so fucked up right now.” 

“That’s why,” your real Eddie said, pointing at himself on the screen, “We were a little loose that day, baby, c’mon.” 

“I hate this,” you pouted, pausing the video with the remote. The VCR whirred and the edges of the screen pulled. You admired him in the frame, his skin covered in tattoos, his hair messy over his shoulders, his body defined but still somehow soft in his posture.  “We can stop,” he said, putting his hand over yours on the remote.  You sighed, considering it, “No, no, it’s like ripping the band aid off, let’s just...I don’t know, let’s just get it over with.”  Eddie grinned, taking the remote out of your hand and clicking play. You watched the image spring to life again while video Eddie grabbed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s off the side table and took a swig.  “And for the lady,” he said, reaching for a bottle of Dom Pérignon off screen and shaking it up to open at the end of the bed. 

“Baby, don’t waste it! That was a gift,” you laughed while the champagne sprayed over you, still so careful in your tipsy haze. He passed the bottle to you, kneeling on the bed. He let his tongue slide from the side of your breast to your neck, collecting drips of champagne off your skin.  “We can always get more,” he mumbled into your neck, “Lemme clean up my mess first.”  You saw yourself take gulps from the bottle, leaning over to place it next to his bottle of Jack. You both fumbled around each other a little awkwardly until he had his hands on your waist. You watch him run his mouth from your belly button up between your breasts in fat stripes with his tongue, you mewling at every nip he gave at the end.  “Fuck baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed, “Let daddy tie you up so he can worship you.”  “Oh,” you pouted, “You want me to keep my hands to myself?” 

“Jesus fuck,” he slurred, “No, don’t keep your hands to yourself. Wanna feel you all over me.” You pulled him into a kiss, tangling your hands in his hair while he eased you down on the mattress. Just the side of your body visible, angled away from the camera enough that your arm obscured your breasts.  Eddie got up and walked out of frame, coming back while slapping a little baggie onto his palm, pouring it out on a neat line down your sternum to the top of your belly button. He snorted from the top down, gliding his tongue back up to swipe up whatever coke he left behind, letting his tongue flick at a nipple before reaching back to your mouth. You squealed into his kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist, his nylon black boxer briefs grinding mercilessly against you.  “God, you’re so hot...” Eddie whispered under his breath next to you on the couch.   “Are you like -- are you getting off to this?” you asked, a scoff escaping you.  “I’m sorry? Am I getting off to this? I’m watching a home video of me fucking my hot wife. Do you think I’m not rock fucking hard right now?” he asked, gesturing at the television while the film him left a trail of kisses down your body, “This is like...this is PEAK porn, babe. This is my ideal porn.” 

“I don’t even go down on you in it,” you said, adjusting on the couch so your head was on his lap. You could feel his erection in his jeans.  “I don’t need a video of you sucking my cock, sweet thing,” he said with a smirk, “I got that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.” His eyes were still glued to the screen while one of his hands smoothed over your hair. ‘Oh, baby, yes, oooh! Unh! That feels so good,’ your voice leaked out of the TV speakers. 

Eddie eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bit his fist at the sound, “That is what makes it ideal. Those little sounds you make? Ugh, fuck. Now that’s music.”  You blushed and turned your head back to the screen, Ed’s bitten fist now splayed over your thigh.  On the screen, Eddie had your legs apart, bent at the knees, his mouth lingering over your puffy lips while looking up at you.  “Please more,” you whined at him, putting your hand on the top of his head, “I need it, daddy.” (You cringed at the idea that people would know you called him daddy in bed.) 

“You’ve been so patient all day for it, haven’t you, baby?” he asked, grazing his fingertips up and down your inner thigh.  “Yes, sooo patient,” you whined, grinding your hips into the mattress in slow circles.  “You’re so perfect,” he said, kissing where his fingers traced, “My pretty girl.”  He traveled down, painstakingly slow while your fingers gripped his hair, “Gonna worship this pussy the way you deserve.”  He made slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue, lapping up salty sweetness while he kept your lips open with his fingers. His nose brushing your clit while he kept full attention to your other aching spots between your legs. He liked to get deep into it, practically swimming in your slickness before he made any moves that would send you over the edge.  Hearing the squelches and sounds through the TV made you involuntarily clench, your thighs squeezing together. You remembered how good he made you feel that night through your drunken haze. He always made you feel good, but the high of the wedding, the romance of the honeymoon -- it was all heightened.  “Oooh, yes, Eddie right there!” you moaned out, leaning up on your elbows and forearms on the mattress in your honeymoon suite. Eddie was latched onto your clit, sucking diligently while his fingertips teased your entrance.  “Love when you say my name, princess,” he said gruffly against your thigh, taking a breath before diving back in.  “Eddie, Ed--oh! Oh god, yesss, yes,” your voice was choking out of you while two fingers slid into you with ease, his tongue still lapping and fluttering at your clit while you clenched around him.  “So wet for me, such a pretty fucking pussy,” he muttered, reaching his other hand up to graze one of his thumbs over your nipples, pinching after every few strokes. While it wasn’t always your first source of stimulation, he always knew you liked it right before you were about to finish.  “You’re doing so good, sweet thing,” he cooed while his fingers picked up the pace, your head lolling back trying to get a handle on your moans so anyone else on the floor wouldn’t hear.  “That feels so good, huh?” he mocked while you whimpered at his fingers curling upwards into you. Your hips jolted at the feeling, bucking and writhing while he kept hitting the same spot over and over.  “So good, daddy,” you huffed, your eyes brimming with tears while ecstasy rose in your chest.   “You ready for me?” he asked. You nodded feverishly at him while he slipped his fingers out of you. He sat up and put his wet fingers to your mouth where you sucked your slickness off obediently, a moment to bring you back down with him to prepare for the next round.  “You’re so pretty like that,” he said, taking his fingers out and kissing you wetly on the mouth, “My beautiful baby, you’re so pretty.”  You blushed at the praise, in the video, and on the couch with your real life husband. 

“Lemme get a condom hold on,” he said, a little laugh coming out of his mouth from his chest. You laid down with your back to the camera while Eddie hopped out of frame, you could hear bottles clinking and plastic being shuffled in the background.  “That fat fuckin’ ass...” Eddie mumbled to himself on the couch, “Fuck.”  On the screen, only half of Eddie appears in the background -- his dick now on full display.  “Babe, babe look,” his laugh infectious. He shook his hips until his erection swung in a full circle around itself. He laughed again, your back shook in the frame, your little giggles echoing through the speakers in your living room.  “Look how fast I can make it go,” his voice was love drunk. He sped up the pace of his hips as his cock whirled around, balls slapping against his thighs as he did it.  “You’re so stupid,” you laughed from the bed. He bent down into the frame, a hand softly caressing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you.  “You make me so stupid. I love you so much,” he smiled. He got back up, walking closer to the camera, Trojan in hand, and tripped. The image on the screen whirled, showing the ceiling and the back of the room before the camera fell with a hard ‘CLUNK!’ on the ground.  A quiet, ‘Oh shit!’ was heard, before the static snow flashed and fluttered to a steady stream on the screen.  “See, I told you baby, not so bad,” Eddie said on the couch, his palm sliding up and down your thigh. “Just me telling you what a pretty girl you are.”  You didn’t respond for a second.  “You okay?” he asked, his brow gently furrowing in concern, “We’ll get it sorted out, sweet thing, I promise.” 

“I’m okay, I just--” your legs parted slightly, your face reddened, “I kind of wanted to see what happened next.” 

Eddie grinned, getting up from the couch. He hoisted you up over his shoulder, bending you at the hips, smacking your ass hard over your tennis skirt to hear you yelp. He started walking you up the stairs to your bedroom, a dirty little look on his face while you kicked your legs.  “Can we film this, too?” Eddie asked, “It could be fun. Like an anniversary present.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

[siren07tucker]

defdthxrtvx I love this so much!

Just like the bisexual Panic in Tizzy’s Face is immaculate! 

Another reason why she could be panicking is because that is the fucking Technoblade‘s daughter! The fucking blood goddess! 

There are two reasons why it was the last time she was bested at MCC which are one after this pink and tizzy spend time together and the next time that they train pink starts to Demi/lesbian Panic��...

The second reason is because they became in overpowered team so they can beat the shit out of people with each other! 

Doodles of Tizzy! + the first and only time she was bested at MCC

Pink belongs to @siren07tucker !!

[tavvattales]

Part One

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x GN!Reader Series

Word count: 1k+

Characters: Cyno

Pairings: God!Cyno x SacrificialGN!Reader

Warnings: Dark undertones like a sacrifice, some abuse via Eremites. Please read at your own risk.

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Cyno

The moon rises high in the sky, signaling the time of the ceremony as you're shoved forward, stumbling over your tight shackles as you fall to the sand below you, "Come on! Get up, Sacrifice!" a voice booms, and one of the many Eremites guarding you, kicks your side roughly causing you to flinch. 

You felt like you were about to puke, groaning from the strike. You clutch your side as you get up slowly. You were positive the Eremite had cracked your ribs, and with a weak sigh, you pushed forward toward the grand Mausoleum of King Deshret, where your beloved God, Cyno, resides. 

Today amongst your fellow villagers, the divine will of your God chose you. What you thought would be a joyous affair turned out to be the cruel will of Judgement. To be a sacrifice? Like you'd let that happen. Bitterly you spit a dribble of blood onto the sand and wipe your mouth with a particular resolution in your eyes, "I'll play your game, Cyno. Just you wait ...."

The eerily quiet Mausoleum looms overhead in a frightening array of chaos as the purple flames engulf the scattered torches one by one, signaling your arrival. You catch yourself halting to a stalemate. Now it is just you and the Being that dwells within the Great Mausoleum. Feeling yourself being pushed forward once more, your shackles clink together, sounding the fact you are no longer free but a prisoner, a sacrifice. Feeling a surge of emotions whip across your mind, the one impression that sticks to you—is wrath. 

The thought of never sharing in the laughter and joy of your family ever again makes you weep bitterly as your expression contorts to a hateful one, "Fuck…." you manage to mutter under your breath.

"Get a move on!" the Eremite from earlier commands, kicking you on the back roughly. 

"I get it! Now lay off!" you angrily shout back, trudging yourself forward, though before you can take another step, you feel the back of your hair being grabbed and tugged backward, "Ouch! What the hell?!" you shriek as a hand flies over your mouth.

"Be grateful it's not us dealing with you," the Eremite says, licking his lips lustfully. You shudder, feeling his breath upon your neck, "It's a shame such a pretty one has to be sacrificed, isn't that right, men?" The Eremite chuckles as his group laughs with him in a wicked display of hunger. 

Feeling like nothing but a bug beneath their shoes, you quickly bite down on his hand and stomp on his feet, causing him to shriek and let you go. This causes an opening for you to run, and run you do. You ignore the pain in your ribs as your breath heaves; the pounding of your bare feet in the sand and the sound of your shackles give you just enough adrenaline to keep going. 

You'd rather be anywhere but in this moment. As you think this, a brilliant flash of violet crashes down directly in front of you, causing you to run straight into a mysteriously handsome figure, "Get behind me," he barks.

In a tizzy, you obey, quickly standing behind this impressive stranger as he conjures up a polearm, pointing it at the men who had harassed you, "What's the meaning of this impudent behavior on holy ground? May the God of Judgement strike you down," the man howled before rushing forward with graceful steps, polearm at the ready. Electro begins crackling across his arms and, in one fell swoop, crashes down in front of the Eremites with a scowl, leaving a trail of electro-fused sand, "Surely you know who stands before you, no?"

Seeing this all unveil, you connect the dots, and, in your panicked state, you drop to the sand below you, watching all this unravel. Did he just save you? 

"C-Cyno…" the Eremite stutters, trembling.

"That's the God of Judgement to you!" Cyno erupts, readying his polearm before you cry out, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"They're not worth it! Besides, wouldn't you rather karma get to them instead? Watching them suffer without dying…." you trail off— just now realizing your predicament, and abruptly cover your mouth. 

Terrified, your body trembles as Cyno quickly turns around to face you, a smirk playing at his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye, "Curious…" he mutters, "You heard them. Now GO!" Cyno shouts toward the horrified Eremites, and they scatter.

Soon they're little dots decorating the sea of sand before you, and taking this chance, you finally get up, "You saved me…" you say, your body still trembling at his citrine-colored gaze.

Eyeing your shackles, he shakes his head, "This won't do…." Cyno finally says, strolling toward you, and you flinch, covering yourself, and he tilts his head to the side, "Why must you cower? Are you hurt?" he asks softly as he approaches you, grasping your wrists by the shackles that hung from them. Cyno crushes them with brute force, and they drop to the ground with a clatter.

Rubbing your wrists, you finally stand tall, glaring at him, "Hurt? Am I hurt? Of course, I am!" you snap angrily, taking a step back as you trip over your ankle shackles, landing yourself back onto the sand.

Crouching down, Cyno pulls on your ankle restraints, causing you to kick up sand toward him as he covers himself, "Why are you even helping me?! I'm just your sacrifice…you're going to kill me anyways," you spit bitterly, glaring daggers at him.

"Sacrifice?" he asks with a tilt of his head, "Now, that's something to be judged upon…." Cyno says, rubbing his chin curiously, "Hey…tell me, is that what they told you?" he inquires, getting dangerously close to you, and you begin to squirm under him as he studies your face, searching for some semblance of an answer.

Your eyes grow wide and you nod, "Yes…What is this, some joke? Just get it over with. I'm not some mouse for you to hunt," you say roughly, standing your ground.

Smirking, Cyno grabs hold of your shackles once more, freeing you completely, "Their sins will weigh heavy upon their soul. You are no sacrifice. They will be judged on their treatment of the one destined to be mine," he says slowly.

"Yours?"

To be Continued

[caffeinetheif]

Brothers and dateables (+Luke if ya want) platonic, how would they react/treat an mc with a chronic illness and/or chronic pain?

Gn Mc please :)

Thanks for the request! Super sorry for the late post. I started on this then saved it to drafts and completely forgot it was in there rip. I'm planning on making the Datable's their own post for this request and previous ones so people don't have to scroll through an entire post trying to find the one they want.

Brothers With an MC with Chronic Pain

AN: I tried keeping it as platonic/vague as possible

GN! MC

Warnings: brief mentions of chronic pain but not explained in detail

Lucifer

As much as he wants to keep his concern under wraps, he doesn't hide his actions very well. Concerned glances or regular check-ins. Eventually, he gets over himself and just tells you to take it easy and rest regularly. He will demand that you tell him what chores make the pain worse so he can assign them to his brothers.

Has a multitude of pain killers on him at all times. Claims it's so you don't have to leave for the nurse's during class (but really it's because he doesn't like seeing you in so much pain and so he has an excuse to see you throughout the day.)

Mammon

He'll be like a helicopter, constantly hovering and making sure you're comfortable. He'll do anything you ask, just tell him what to do

He definitely has the devildom version of WebMD pulled up and looking up your symptoms of pain. Several times he's called Solomon (because he's the only other human) or Satan (because he's smart) because he has worked himself into a tizzy.

Leviathan

He tries his best. He wants you to be comfy so he offers you his bed/tub and gets so flustered when you mention it might make it worse. It's the thought that's cute though.

He will do anything you ask him to (simp) because he loves you and wants you to not be in pain. He'll be constantly checking in because he's so worried.

Satan

He would be one of the most rational about your pain. With how much he reads and how many books are in his collection, he has a ton of knowledge about different conditions at his disposal. You might need to tell him that the older books (e.g. medical books from hundreds of years ago) aren't the most relaible anymore.

He definitely researches to see which medication or Devildom equivalent would work best for your chronic pain. He'll even make sure it's the correct dosage for your needs.

Asmodeus

Like Mammon, he'd work himself into a tizzy, but he deals with his anxiousness about your health much better. He makes lists of what you use for the pain so he can have them in his room too so you can use them when you stay in his room.

His room will be the ultimate safe haven of chronic pain. Heating pads? Check. Muscle relaxers and pain killers? Check. Supportive pillows for your back, knees, or feet? He's got them all. He also fusses over you a little and does little check-in texts through the day.

Beelzebub

Beel will be the most clueless about what to do if I'm being completely honest. You will need to explain to him that your chronic pain isn't something that goes away like his muscle soreness after a workout or Fangol game. The sweet demon will ask you to tell him more about it so he can better understand

Because he plays Fangol, he'll have ice and heating packs around his room that he'll gladly let you use. He hates seeing you in pain and discomfort, but he isn't sure what exactly will make it better. He'll offer to carry you from one location to another if you mention needing to go somewhere.

Belphegor

He has fluffy blankets and pillows on stand by if you want them. Also has a heating pad that he sleeps with occasionally, but he would willingly give it to you if it helps with your pain

If it's a super bad day, he'll just laydown next to you. If you tell him that you need something, like pain killers, he will get up and go get them and a bottle of water without complaint.

[carolmunson]

video killed the radio star (rockstar!eddie)

rockstar!eddie and you, his wife that he literally is so horny for all the time are caught up in a sex tape scandal. this is so stupid and dumb and lame and silly but i had a lot of fun writing it. i love how in love he is with his lil’ wife, it makes me wanna DIE.  inspired by this anon: rockstar!eddie and actress!readers sex tape being leaked and the whole thing is just eddie being a simp for her and giving her praise after praise plus most of the movie is just him eating her out and doing the helicopter with his dick

warnings: 18+, female anatomy mention, oral (f receiving), mention of oral (m receiving), drug use, drinking, consensual filming of sex acts, consensual drunk/high sex between a married couple, mild daddy kink if you squint, mentions of restraints, etc. 

CORRODED COFFIN GUITAR LEGEND EDDIE MUNSON AND LEAD INGENUE ACTRESS OF OUR TIME CAUGHT IN SEX TAPE SCANDAL! 

For you, it had been a mortifying ordeal. For Eddie, damage control was his middle name. Both of your PR teams begging him to come up with something slick and charming on a press circuit to help lessen the blow. They didn’t want you talking about it, too clean of a record to even be asked about it. The most dangerous thing about you was that you married a metal guitar legend with a bad reputation. His good little angel compared to his bad boy persona.  It was the Leno interview that softened the blow.  “So Ed, we gotta talk about it.”

“Talk about what, Jay? What ever do you mean?” The audience laughs, his charming and knowing smile flashes to the crowd.

“The tape, c’mon, Ed! I haven’t seen it, but I can bet there are people at home that have seen it. And you know something, I hear the ladies are going wild over it!”  “And shouldn’t that tell you something Jay? All these ladies in a tizzy cause their man can’t satisfy them. Guys talking about what a pussy I am for telling my girl how much I love her. Can’t a man love his wife?” he turns his attention to the audience, “Can’t a man love his wife?”  The audience cheers.  “You know, I could be embarrassed, and my baby? She’s mortified. But she’s got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. She doesn’t even do anything! She’s innocent!”  “And how’re you feeling about it?”  “I think, it was a private moment, and someone took advantage of that. But on the bright side, it ends before any of these horny assholes can see what my wife can do in bed. No one’s thinking about how they can handle her but me. I’m sleeping like a baby.”  You both sat on the couch in your living room at the Malibu house the next week. You both knew what was on the tape, but you hadn’t watched it – deciding that now that things had died down in the press a little bit, it would sting less. The tape warped to start, fading in from static snow, to lines running across the screen – pulling the picture left and right with each glide down the picture. Another fade to static, then – 

“Okay, okay, it’s recording,” you heard, and just the image of Eddie’s collar bone and his chain dangling in front of him filled the screen. You watched him as he stepped back until his full body was in frame, he gave the lens a thumbs up. You could see yourself, sitting back on your heels on the mattress – completely naked. At first, you’re mortified – so many people in America are seeing this, have seen it, still might see it. The legal battle of getting the tapes destroyed has been raging for weeks. Deep down, you know it’s never really going to be gone, but at least –  “Baby, it’s not that bad, I think this is the only time we see you like this,” Eddie mumbles, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder, “Let’s just keep watching.” 

“Of course you wanna keep watching,” you said, rolling your eyes, “We were there, honey, why do we need to watch it?”  The Eddie on screen started talking, “Hey -hic!- future Eddie, here with our smokin’ hot wife on our honeymoon. Consider this a gift or something, I don’t fuckin’ know, we’re so fucked up right now.” 

“That’s why,” your real Eddie said, pointing at himself on the screen, “We were a little loose that day, baby, c’mon.” 

“I hate this,” you pouted, pausing the video with the remote. The VCR whirred and the edges of the screen pulled. You admired him in the frame, his skin covered in tattoos, his hair messy over his shoulders, his body defined but still somehow soft in his posture.  “We can stop,” he said, putting his hand over yours on the remote.  You sighed, considering it, “No, no, it’s like ripping the band aid off, let’s just…I don’t know, let’s just get it over with.”  Eddie grinned, taking the remote out of your hand and clicking play. You watched the image spring to life again while video Eddie grabbed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s off the side table and took a swig.  “And for the lady,” he said, reaching for a bottle of Dom Pérignon off screen and shaking it up to open at the end of the bed. 

“Baby, don’t waste it! That was a gift,” you laughed while the champagne sprayed over you, still so careful in your tipsy haze. He passed the bottle to you, kneeling on the bed. He let his tongue slide from the side of your breast to your neck, collecting drips of champagne off your skin.  “We can always get more,” he mumbled into your neck, “Lemme clean up my mess first.”  You saw yourself take gulps from the bottle, leaning over to place it next to his bottle of Jack. You both fumbled around each other a little awkwardly until he had his hands on your waist. You watch him run his mouth from your belly button up between your breasts in fat stripes with his tongue, you mewling at every nip he gave at the end.  “Fuck baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed, “Let daddy tie you up so he can worship you.”  “Oh,” you pouted, “You want me to keep my hands to myself?” 

“Jesus fuck,” he slurred, “No, don’t keep your hands to yourself. Wanna feel you all over me.” You pulled him into a kiss, tangling your hands in his hair while he eased you down on the mattress. Just the side of your body visible, angled away from the camera enough that your arm obscured your breasts.  Eddie got up and walked out of frame, coming back while slapping a little baggie onto his palm, pouring it out on a neat line down your sternum to the top of your belly button. He snorted from the top down, gliding his tongue back up to swipe up whatever coke he left behind, letting his tongue flick at a nipple before reaching back to your mouth. You squealed into his kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist, his nylon black boxer briefs grinding mercilessly against you.  “God, you’re so hot…” Eddie whispered under his breath next to you on the couch.   “Are you like – are you getting off to this?” you asked, a scoff escaping you.  “I’m sorry? Am I getting off to this? I’m watching a home video of me fucking my hot wife. Do you think I’m not rock fucking hard right now?” he asked, gesturing at the television while the film him left a trail of kisses down your body, “This is like…this is PEAK porn, babe. This is my ideal porn.” 

“I don’t even go down on you in it,” you said, adjusting on the couch so your head was on his lap. You could feel his erection in his jeans.  “I don’t need a video of you sucking my cock, sweet thing,” he said with a smirk, “I got that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.” His eyes were still glued to the screen while one of his hands smoothed over your hair. ‘Oh, baby, yes, oooh! Unh! That feels so good,’ your voice leaked out of the TV speakers. 

Eddie eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bit his fist at the sound, “That is what makes it ideal. Those little sounds you make? Ugh, fuck. Now that’s music.”  You blushed and turned your head back to the screen, Ed’s bitten fist now splayed over your thigh.  On the screen, Eddie had your legs apart, bent at the knees, his mouth lingering over your puffy lips while looking up at you.  “Please more,” you whined at him, putting your hand on the top of his head, “I need it."

“You’ve been so patient all day for it, haven’t you, baby?” he asked, grazing his fingertips up and down your inner thigh.  “Yes, so patient,” you whined, grinding your hips into the mattress in slow circles.  “You’re so perfect,” he said, kissing where his fingers traced, “My pretty girl.” 

He traveled down, painstakingly slow while your fingers gripped his hair, “Gonna worship this pussy the way you deserve.”  He made slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue, lapping up salty sweetness while he kept your lips open with his fingers. His nose brushing your clit while he kept full attention to your other aching spots between your legs. He liked to get deep into it, practically swimming in your slickness before he made any moves that would send you over the edge.  Hearing the squelches and sounds through the TV made you involuntarily clench, your thighs squeezing together. You remembered how good he made you feel that night through your drunken haze. He always made you feel good, but the high of the wedding, the romance of the honeymoon – it was all that and more.   “Oooh, yes, Eddie right there!” you moaned out, leaning up on your elbows and forearms on the mattress in your honeymoon suite. Eddie was latched onto your clit, sucking diligently while his fingertips teased your entrance.  “Love when you say my name, princess,” he said gruffly against your thigh, taking a breath before diving back in.  “Eddie, Ed–oh! Oh god, yes, yes,” your voice was choking out of you while two fingers slid into you with ease, his tongue still lapping and fluttering at your clit while you clenched around him.  “So wet for me, such a pretty fucking pussy,” he muttered, reaching his other hand up to graze one of his thumbs over your nipples, pinching after every few strokes. While it wasn’t always your first source of stimulation, he always knew you liked it right before you were about to finish.  “You’re doing so good, sweet thing,” he cooed while his fingers picked up the pace, your head lolling back trying to get a handle on your moans so anyone else on the floor wouldn’t hear.  “That feels so good, huh?” he mocked while you whimpered at his fingers curling upwards into you. Your hips jolted at the feeling, bucking and writhing while he kept hitting the same spot over and over.  “So good, baby,” you huffed, your eyes brimming with tears while ecstasy rose in your chest.   “You ready for me?” he asked. You nodded feverishly at him while he slipped his fingers out of you. He sat up and put his wet fingers to your mouth where you sucked your slickness off obediently, a moment to bring you back down with him to prepare for the next round.  “You’re so pretty like that,” he said, taking his fingers out and kissing you wetly on the mouth, “My beautiful baby, you’re so pretty.”  You blushed at the praise, in the video, and on the couch with your real life husband. 

“Lemme get a condom hold on,” he said, a little laugh coming out of his mouth from his chest. You laid down with your back to the camera while Eddie hopped out of frame, you could hear bottles clinking and plastic being shuffled in the background. 

“That fat fuckin’ ass…” Eddie mumbled to himself on the couch, “Fuck.”  On the screen, only half of Eddie appears in the background – his dick now on full display.  “Babe, babe look,” his laugh infectious. He shook his hips until his erection swung in a full circle around itself. He laughed again, your back shook in the frame, your little giggles echoing through the speakers in your living room.  “Look how fast I can make it go,” his voice was love drunk. He sped up the pace of his hips as his cock whirled around, balls slapping against his thighs as he did it.  “You’re so stupid,” you laughed from the bed. He bent down into the frame, a hand softly caressing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you.  “You make me so stupid. I love you so much,” he smiled. He got back up, walking closer to the camera, Trojan in hand, and tripped. The image on the screen whirled, showing the ceiling and the back of the room before the camera fell with a hard ‘CLUNK!’ on the ground.  A quiet, ‘Oh shit!’ was heard, before the static snow flashed and fluttered to a steady stream on the screen.  “See, I told you baby, not so bad,” Eddie said on the couch, his palm sliding up and down your thigh. “Just me telling you what a pretty girl you are.”  You didn’t respond for a second.  “You okay?” he asked, his brow gently furrowing in concern, “We’ll get it sorted out, sweet thing, I promise.” 

“I’m okay, I just–” your legs parted slightly, your face reddened, “I kind of wanted to see what happened next.” 

Eddie grinned, getting up from the couch. He hoisted you up over his shoulder, bending you at the hips, smacking your ass hard over your tennis skirt to hear you yelp. He started walking you up the stairs to your bedroom, a dirty little look on his face while you kicked your legs.  “Can we film this, too?” Eddie asked, “It could be fun. Like an anniversary present.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

[in-a-tizzy]

i guess i’m a Moon simp now

Hice un mini AU si se pudiera decir así de CatDog cómo Sun y Moon de FNAF

En mi cabeza tenía sentido así que empecé dibujar y de ahí saque estos dibujos

I made a mini AU if you could say CatDog like Sun and Moon from FNAF

In my head it made sense so I started drawing and from there I took these drawings

Aquí estaría la primera idea del diseño (perdon si ven cosas que no concuerdan con el diseño de Sun y Moon, los dibuje según como los recordaba )

Here would be the first idea of ​​the design (sorry if you see things that do not match the design of Sun and Moon, I drew them as I remembered them)

Creo que se ven muy tiernos y realmente su dinámica tendría sentido según su personalidad yo creo

Porque Perro es un caos andante y está lleno de energía y Gato es más calmado y ordenado

Por lo tanto si los veo como uno que juega con los niños y se divierte y otro que los deja dormir y vigila que no tengan pesadillas,estén despiertos o intenten escaparse/hacer algo contra las reglas

I think they look very cute and really their dynamic would make sense according to their personality I think

Because Dog is a walking chaos and is full of energy and Cat is more calm and orderly

So if I see them as one who plays with the children and has fun and another who lets them sleep and makes sure they don't have nightmares, stay awake or try to escape/do something against the rules

Dog: my pronouns are They/Them!

Cat: because I'm literally two f*cking people!

[finniestoncrane]

Getting Head

Riddlers and Rogues x GN!Reader this is a redo of this old post here that only had 5 riddlers and a handful of rogues so i decided to do a big update with everyone i write for! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: oral sex

💚 Riddlers 💚

arkham

daddiest of all the daddies, definitely a gentle touch. he would need talked into getting head as a form of stress relief when he's too absorbed in his work because he's not the best at taking a break. he'd be very grateful once he was over the initial irritation of having to put his tools to the side. lots of praise, holding your hair back or brushing it out of your face, easing you onto him to help set the pace. he's more than willing to teach you how to do it to his preferences perfectly. he likes pulling out to cum, just to make a mess of you. "remember how we practiced your breathing, or were you not listening during my lesson? despite your inattention, you're being so good. this is definitely where your genius lies."

capullo

this disgusting man is desperate for a sloppy bj at all times of the day. he'll whine, beg, bribe and prod you, whatever it takes to get you on your knees and doing his wishes. he's not a nice boy when you've got his cock in your mouth. it makes him a bit feral, emphasises his ego and the self-imposed power status he has. he'll slap your cheek with his dick or his hand, and will call you his slut. he likes to finish with his head pressed right to the back of your throat as you choke around him, and when he's done you better be drooling and spitting his cum out over your lips and onto your chin. "don't choke, jesus. savour this moment! you should be grateful i'm even letting you suck my cock. i'm the fucking riddler! this is a priviledge."

dano

he likes you on your knees looking up at him all angelic and sweet, something for him to corrupt finally. you have to maintain eye contact with him the whole way through because he is desperately needy for love and affection. he has a thing about wearing his mask during sometimes, for the power. he'll hold your hair and push you down onto him if he's in that kind of mood. he likes having his balls squeezed hard during because he's a sucker for pain and punishment and he loves cumming over your chest. "oh god, i'm the boss. i'll show you who's in charge here, i'm in control, i have the power. you're mine and i own you... uh... if that's ok... please..."

young justice

total sweetheart, but a whimpering simp of a man. he'll fall apart the minute you take a hold of him and about two seconds in will be asking you to slow down or loosen up or stop completely so he can gather his strength up, otherwise he'll be making a mess way too quickly. he needs constant reassurance and some validation about how pretty his dick is, and if you could also lie and say he's the biggest you've ever seen that would help too. "was it... good for you? it was very good for me but you are so important... to me... so... am i a good boy?"

gotham

honestly, he could get off without the sucking or licking and have his needs fulfilled entirely by cockwarming in your mouth. otherwise, it can get too overstimulating for him and send him into a little tizzy. either way, the whole time you're down there, he will be conjuring up riddles and scheming away, and there's a lot of potential for him to forget you were there completely until he feels the sudden urge to cum. "ah but do you know why they're called blowjobs? well it's very interesting in fact! it actually goes back to..."

unburied

my god he's a particular little shit. you'd think he would be grateful that someone could tolerate him long enough to be willing to suck his dick, but no. the entire time, he's offering his opinion and critiques. it's almost like he gets off on insulting you. which... yeah that's exactly what it is. he's not necessarily rough, but he's not very gentle either. he'll thrust up into you when you least expect it. and he'll cum wherever and whenever he wants, he's going with the flow baby. "don't fuck about, use your tongue. faster! oh my god if you take any longer i'm going to get bored, genuinely. here, move, let me show you how it's supposed to be done."

telltale

you better put your best effort into this. tongue deftly flicking, lips poised and pouted, teeth back and away. take him in completely until your nose touches the tuft of grey hair at the base of his cock and he's tempted, though not willing, to offer you a compliment based on your efforts. but he can't have you thinking that you're any good at this, that would mean you had nothing to learn and there were less opportunities to practice. "please, don't disappoint me. as much as it would be detrimental to your self-esteem to do a bad job, i can assure you i will be so much worse for your already fragile ego."

twojar

his preferred method of dominance to be honest. there's something about the servitude, that you're doing it for him, that drives him wild. although credit to him, he is willing to let you enjoy yourself. in fact, he encourages it. if you could moan around his cock while you take him in, it'll only make him feel all the more powerful. he also prefers to be completely nude while you're giving him head, you can dress however you want, but his body deserves to be worshipped properly. "brains, brawns, i'm everything. it's no wonder you're down there salivating over me. tell daddy how much you like it."

💜 Rogues 💜

scarecrow

jonathan needs eye contact because he wants to see your eyes water, the tears or makeup running down your face and staining your cheeks. he likes to stretch you to your limits, mentally and physically. he likes to see how rough he can be before you're at breaking point, begging him to ease up or to stop. and he enjoys the sound of you gasping and choking for breath. if you're not afraid, you should at least pretend to be, because it's key to his ability to cum. "are you trembling? is it out of fear, or are you just very nervous? because i would be nervous too, if i were you."

two face

harvey is a gentle, if not slightly overly-enthusiastic participant. two face is a face fucker. where harvey might ease himself in and then get a little bit rough the closer he is to cumming, two face is shoving himself all the way in and taking it all the way back out so that your mouth makes an obscene popping noise, and if it doesn't, he'll choke you. harvey might choke you too, actually, but only if you've agreed to it. and if he can convince himself that there isn't a risk he might go too far. "which side will the coin land on baby? spitting or swallowing? or shall we do heads and tails for whether i'm cumming on your face or if you're going to bend over and show me your ass?"

penguin

oswald doesn't even need to cum, give him five minutes of your time just slurping on him and he'll be more than happy to throw you some spending money and take you out to dinner that evening. bonus points if you're willing to set up camp under his desk all day and give him something else to think about if his meetings are too stressful or boring. and don't feel the need to keep quiet. he's got proud sugar daddy vibes and he'd rather his colleagues knew the kind of power he had. in fact, he'd really enjoy you under a table anywhere. "this is a classy joint babe, the food takes a while to come out of the kitchen. so be nice to daddy and get under the table. you do a good job and you can have something nice and shiny afterwards, alright?"

ivy

ivy is the sweetest receiver of head. to the point where it almost feels like you're being pleasured just from her sweet words alone. she's hands on, and very keen to encourage you, stroking your hair, running her fingers over your shoulders or cheeks. she's also pretty good at directing you or helping herself along if you need some assistance. completely judgement free! she just knows herself better than anyone, but she's very keen to have you learn. "please remember that the longer you're down there, the more in love with me you're going to be. through no fault of my toxins."

mad hatter

jervis needs to know that you're having a good time while you're sucking him off, so he'll interrupt you to get confirmation that you're still very much into this. but it's fine because he doesn't mind stopping constantly. he's got a bit of a thing for the teasing, the edging, the almost orgasm denial of it all. it makes him feel extra grateful when he finally cums and you lap him up like breakfast tea. "the way your mouth can move my sweet, you really serve up quite the treat. this is wonderful, thank you, thank you!!"

harley quinn

vocal receiver of head. squealing and giggling and calling you every pet name she can think of when her mind isn't complete mush. she needs you to be silly, sloppy, loud, a little bit crazy. you can't take it too seriously, you're there to have fun, and she is definitely there for the joy. but you better make sure she comes because if you don't there will be severe and serious repercussions. "oh puddin' right there! and if ya even think about stopping i'll smother you with my thighs, ok! now KEEP GOING!"

bane

yeah there's a lot of eduardo that's definitely throbbing and massive, and his cock is no different. so rather than stretch you out and damage you, he's more than happy for you to lick on him like you're trying to get to the centre of some lollipop. he'd find it admirable if you tried to take him in your mouth, but your lips around his head and your tongue running up his shaft is plenty for him. "ah, you're strong-willed but all i need is your tongue and your smile, and your determination to get me to where i need to go."

zsasz

teeth. teeth. teeth. something about the sharp twang of pain against the pleasure of having your mouth wrapped around him, sweet and sour. and also, while you've got your lips around his head, if you could also take a hold of his cock and dig your nails in? maybe scratch just a little bit along the underside? something that'll make him hiss as well as moan would be absolutely delightful and he'd be more than happy to mark you anywhere you want with his cum as a reward. "harder, harder... harder, come on, really sink your teeth in. do it for me, how could you ever say no? and deny me this pain and pleasure?"