#/well not bitch but you know what im sayin

[todayisafridaynight]

huh...wuh..accidentally hit daigo with the bpd beam (unintended projection is scary) in sumn im writing but now im thinking daigo could totally have it chairman daigo is better at managing it but 2006 daigo is already doing bad whats another thing on the pile hes got the risky behaviour he's got the impulsiveness maybe the unstable relationships (im reaching i think)..maybe im just smarter than everyone and right and awesome wow..

(i rambled sorry) (my bad) (headcanons are so fun for me sorry)

you come into my house and proclaim yourself smarter than me when it comes to daigo dojima i will make your execution quick and painless

unfortunately you're right in this one instance cause i dont know a licka anything about BPD so i'll SIMPLY have to take your word on it. whats another trouble for the boy yk

[simpingladyforyourmom]

Little punishment' huge package

: I'm back again with another one cause i'm bored as fuck so here ya'll bitches go

Let's say ony was one of those aggressive niggas

your ass better be his good girl or you'll be having a package growing inside of you for nine damn months

sadly your ass came in the house with the worst mood ever

enjoy your soon to be created package

Well you came in the house in a bad mood from you coworker constantly bothering you for random bullshit and then you manager that was pushing your ass around all day, and for ony as always he was chillin in his room playin CoD with his homeboys, connie and eren. as you make you way into the bedroom ony

greets you with "What the fuck yo! Why you walking up in here with that bad attitude!"

you just stand there like a idiot not really knowin what to do but you know one thing for sure you don't want to make the nigga upset. but your attitude gets in the way and you snap back

"You always sayin I walk around with a bad attitude!" you say with a snappy attitude.

ony looks at you and says "Because yo ass always walking around with a bad attitude now change your fuckin tone!"

you roll your eyes and reply with a "Okay"

ony stares at you with a angry look, "okay? as ony get up and walks towards you and pushes your ass on the wall

"I said change your tone. and don't you ever roll your eyes at me, bitch" he says

"Im sorry, babe" you say.

ony grabs your neck and puts a little bit of pressure, "Yo, when im talkin to you look at me, and if I tell yo ass to do somethin, you betta do that shit. Im your nigga not you bitch, got that?"

you nod yes

"good now take your clothes off" he says letting go of your neck.

"w-what" you ask confused as hell

"I said take your clothes off!" ony yells.

as you begin to take your clothes off you notice the boner on his pants, ony sits back down and plays his game, but not before yelling

"And take that shit off right, I dont need your ass strippin, and get over here"

as you take the rest of your clothes off, you slowly walk over to ony.

ony tells connie and eren that he'll be back and shuts the computer off, you stand there awkwardly with your clothes in hand, not knowing what to do with them. ony takes the clothes from you and throws them on the floor.

"Lay yo ass down on the bed" he says

"Okay" you say

as you lay down on the bed, ony begins to crawl on the bed until he's on top of you.

"So, I know why you walkin round with a bad attitude" ony says

"Why's that" you ask.

ony leans over to the drawer, opening it, taking something out, he leans back and reveals a bottle of lotion

"Because yo ass been so busy workin all the time and shit, and yo ass hasn't been givin me any attention"

"Babe, I can give you attention tonight if you want" you say

ony smirks and says "Too late now. But dont worry, your gonna get plenty of attention tonight"

as ony opens the bottle of lotion, he squeezes some on his hands.

"Now lay back and relax" he says as he squirts some lotion on your chest, you wince at the cold sensation,

ony spreads the lotion all over your chest, slowly rubbing the area around your nipples, ony notices the sudden rise of them

ony begins to pinch and pull at your nipples, he looks up and sees your face of pleasure,

"Damn, your enjoying this aint ya" he says,

"A little" you say with a moan

ony chuckles and starts sucking on your left nipple, his hands start to wonder, one goes to your waist while the other rubs you through your panties.

you moan loudly at the feeling, the way ony rubs his hand against your womanhood and the feeling of his tongue and teeth teasing your nipple

"b-babe.." you moan,

ony looks up and sees the look of pleasure on your face, he then starts to bite and lick his way to your other nipple,

"Babe..I want you inside me" you moan

"Your gonna have to wait" he says

"b-but babe.." you moan

ony pulls away and looks at you

"You wanna get fucked so bad? I bet you been cravin a big dick in yo pussy all day"

you shake your head yes

"But your ass been so bad today, that you dont deserve it"

"Please, baby" you moan.

ony looks at the state of your body, he then pulls your panties off and spreads your legs,

"I guess since your beggin so hard, I can reward you" he says

"Thank yo--Ahhh!" you yell as ony slides a finger in your pussy

"Damn, your soaked" ony says with a smirk,

"Shut up" you moan

ony laughs and starts sliding his fingers in and out, the lewd noises fill the room, and your moans follow suit,

ony watches your reaction to his fingers, "damn, yo ass is suckin my fingers up so hard"

you close your eyes and try to focus on the feeling of his fingers inside you, but then your eyes shoot open as soon as ony inserts another finger in.

ony smiles at the look of pleasure on your face.

"Do you like that, bitch" he asks.

"Y-yes" you moan

ony laughs and starts fingering you faster, watching you squirm around.

"I wanna see you fuck yourself on my fingers"

you begin to thrust your hips up, and moan as soon as you feel the tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot.

ony smiles and starts to rub your clit, making you moan louder,

"B-babe..im cumming!" you yell.

ony smiles and starts going harder, and not long after, you squirt all over his fingers,

"Damn, you just squirted all over my fingers" he says as he watches your pussy contract,

you moan loudly, and catch your breath

"You enjoy that?" ony asks.

"Yeah" you say with a smile,

ony grabs the bottle of lotion, "good. Now im gonna fuck the shit outta you"

you smile and spread your legs, and watch as ony squeezes more lotion on his hand.

ony strokes his dick with lotion, making his dick nice and slick.

he then spreads the remaining lotion all over your pussy and inserts himself in.

"Fuuuccckkk" ony moans as he slides into your pussy.

"Oh god" you moan

"damn" ony says as he slides deeper

"Fuck" you say.

ony then grabs you legs and throws them over his shoulder, "now imma fuck the shit out of you"

ony begins to thrust hard and deep, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you enjoy the feeling of his dick going deep in your pussy,

"Shit" ony moans,

ony picks up his pace and starts going faster and faster, and soon you find yourself cumming.

"O-ony, I'm c-cumming" you say.

ony smirks and starts going faster and soon your squirting everywhere,

"You like that shit, bitch?" he asks

"Yes!" you moan

ony keeps pounding and not long after he's cumming as well.

"Fuck" ony moans as he finishes his nut.

he then pulls out and lays down next to you.

"Damn, that was good" you say,

ony smiles, "yeah, but yo ass is still bein punished"

you laugh and say "oh shit, what is it?"

ony smirks "you gotta clean this up and we gonna cuddle for a bit"

you laugh and say "Okay, I love you"

"I love you too" ony says

*time skip to a few weeks after you little punishment and your little package is growing in your stomach even more*

"Bitch, Im gonna kill yo ass"

"Oh god.." you think to yourself,

ony walks up behind you and turns you around,

"What did I say about being late and shit"

"Im sorry" you say.

ony smirks and puts his hand on your stomach.

"Yo, how the fuck are you only two weeks pregnant, and yo ass already lookin like your about to pop?"

"Shut up" you say.

ony smiles and starts rubbing your stomach.

"I cant wait to meet her" he says.

you smile and rub his hand.

"I love you"

"I love you too" ony says.

[issacballsac]

“Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda„

Honestly he’d never outright call you his friend💀 ! Gn Demon Reader

Origins | DMC3

Let’s be FR he wouldn’t care abt your gender or lack there of he still sees you as lesser than

You’d have to be a Devil or half Devil to even linger around him

Im seeing you just come from Hell to be friends with him🦀

Naturally like any of the devils in DMC3 u were originally gonna attack Vergil bc NPC does what NPC is supposed to do

But you have common sense a pretty mf with a sword is bad news so let’s be friends dear beautiful one

Bear with me right—all ur demon gang gets slaughtered by this mf and you’re just standing there watching fascinated absolutely entranced by this mf

Seeing as you’re the last obstacle he points that big ass katana at you

“Sorry I just can’t fight someone so beautiful man.”

Gives you the MEANEST side eye

Still tries to HARM you and succeeds—but like you regenerate 💀

Mf would let out the BIGGEST sigh and just walk away🪦

You follow ofc bc who wouldn’t (a mf who wants to live 💀)

Bonding

Me when might controls everything 🫦

Despite being a demon yourself you def would try to convince him to NOT open the portal

Bc lets be FR them other devils ain’t shit for nothin‼️

He constantly looks annoyed and has a mean case of resting bitch face

He’s very stand-offish and depending on how long/well you know each other he’ll listen to what you’re sayin

Especially if ur a person that likes to go on rants

DMC3 he’d be more open to a mf who has no attachments as seen during the scene where he stabbed Arkham

New to friendship and sees everything as a transaction

You give me this and I give you that typa thing

Would take FOREVER to tell you abt his childhood and by the time he does u pretty much already know bc of Dante

Would get along better if ur also half demon rather than full demon as he has a complex where he continuously tries to rid himself of his humanity

Bros on a MISSION so u gotta be able to keep up

Obviously being demon/half demon you got some power but if you’re weak he’s gonna drop you I’m sorry 💀(no I’m not)

Daily

Doesn’t celebrate his birthday

Just in general regardless of his childhood I just don’t think he’d like to

So no surprise parties please🫶

Now don’t get me wrong he IS smart but like also a dumbass💀

Constantly makes you think bc he’ll say smth so stupid but make it sound so smart

A very dramatic mf

Always makes dramatic entrances no matter where he goes

Walks into McDonalds with his blue coat flowing, snowlike hair, glistening eyes, arched eyebrows, and a judgmental look

Baby let ur hair down🫦

Bro is effortlessly breathtaking and if u ask for tips or question what he does for his routine he looks you up and down, scoffs, and leaves💀

I NEED MORE POWER

Spars with you bc luckily you can regenerate

Infinite punching bag

Love a reader with no shame(me acting like I didn’t write this)

Idk why but I feel like he can play the piano as just like a pastime thing

When trapped in Hell u just roam around y’know bc you’ve lived there for as long as you can remember 😭

Vergil is in a constant search for more power and ur just chillin watching him

Like those mfs who still calmly sip on their drinks when there is a bar fight

“Woohoo! Go Vergil you’re doin’ great!”

“Shut up!”

He loves you, I promise.

Talks shit abt Dante, lovingly ofc

After the events of DMC5 if he were to come back with Dante(ambiguous ending)

Y’all would prob live together

And they were roommates 😨

FR tho it’s like weird especially with Nero being recognized as his son

“Nero is my son?”

“You have a son?”

“I didn’t know..”

“How did you not know?”

Becomes more vocal during the friendship during/after the events of DMC5

He doesn’t see the need for an abundance of clothes so if ur into fashion your ideas fill 98% of his wardrobe

Honestly I think he can cook

More of a baker methinks

He probably wouldn’t like sweets but he’ll certainly make them himself

No I’m not going to make a berries delight joke.

[charleslee-valentine]

Butterfly Bleu

ship: LG x Stretch x Chop Top (Bobby Sawyer)

word count: ~3,900

warnings: Alcohol and drunkenness, briefly implied abusive family dynamics, very mild sexual content.

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Drink in hand, an arm around her waist, Stretch observed the crowd of bodies.

Chaos isn’t her thing, she’d much prefer spending tonight with her honey alone, but what the boss says goes, so they’re throwing their little publicity party, and she’ll pretend she isn’t irritated by it.

The alcohol is disgusting. She takes one sip and grimaces, looking around for something to focus on other than the taste damn near close to gasoline that lingers on her tongue.

One man manages to catch her eye.

Even with LG holding her close, she’s been looking for something more. Her heart just longs for a kind of love that can fit more than two people in it.

It’s something they’ve talked about, something he claims to be more than okay with in theory. Stretch knows his jealous little heart might take some time getting used to it. It’s sweet honestly, how defensive of their relationship he gets. Nobody ever cherished her like LG cherishes her. There’s reason to believe he’d tell her honestly if he didn’t think the whole multiple partner thing wouldn’t work.

So she doesn’t feel too guilty about getting caught up on the man across the room.

There’s something eye-catching about him, be that the waist length, inky black hair swiveling about, the rainbow tie-dye shirt straight out of the sixties, or the way he sways and jostles to the music. She likes his energy, likes his carefree nature, even if she can tell he’s had a few too many to drink.

Thing is, this is still a party for the station. A ploy to bring in all the employees and the sponsors and shit to this idiotic get together so they wouldn’t give up on the ridiculously long shifts. But this special man, well Stretch doesn’t recognize him at all. Looks like they’ve got themselves a party crasher.

After a while of just watching, she leans into LG a little more strongly, asking him, without ever looking away from her point of interest, “Who do you s’pose he is?”

An expression reminiscent of a pout, and a little shrug of his shoulders, is all the answer she needs, even before he follows it up with, “Hell if I know, darlin’.”

Huh. She must be being obvious then. It’s not like the hippie and her redneck have enough in common to say she has a type. Maybe LG even got his eye on the man too.

Stretch’s mind is made up in a heartbeat.

“I’m gonna go talk to ‘im.”

LG though, he holds on a little tighter, scowling his distaste, “You up to date on yer shots?”

Now, his mean and his teasing are two totally different animals. She’d know it if he really didn’t approve. His voice gets all deep and his face gets all red in that way that makes her stomach flutter. This is just part of his game, the son of a bitch.

She gives his shoulder a light smack, and scolds him, “LG!”

His hands raise up in self defense, “Just sayin’ honey. Boy don’t look like the mingling type.”

Mhm. Alright.

She lifts her chin up and defiantly declares, “Well I think he’s cute.”

The confirmation softens LG enough for him to uncoil his arm from around her and let her go off on her little adventure. He’d stay close behind, but the flirting isn’t really his thing, never was. Softy.

Stretch pulls away after one final press of her lips to his cheek, and marches her way on over.

“Hey there.”

The object of her affection whips to look at her, blinking his eyes fast, like he’s gotta focus back in on reality. A smile stretches across his face, slow and lazy-like. Yeah, he’s more than a little tipsy. Something she notices in his smile, is he’s got an overbite. Cute.

After a moment of just looking, he waves, shaking his fingers in a little rippling motion. His giant smile turns into a loose giggle. Lord, this boy is wasted. Probably explains why they ran out of beer bottles an hour or so ago and had to dig some out of stock.

So, it becomes less about asking his little ass to bed, and more about taking care of him.

First, niceties. “Haven’t seen you ‘round before. I’m Stretch.”

He nods for a long time, letting her nickname sink in. Or maybe just not realizing he’s supposed to say something for a moment. Eventually, he bursts out with, “I-I’m Bobby! M-My brothers call me Ch-Chop Top though.”

Doesn’t sound the most endearing. Stretch raises an eyebrow.

“Would it be rude of me to ask ya why?”

“Oh, i-it’s ‘cause of this. Lookie.”

Without waiting a second or even taking a breath, Bobby parts his hair, pulling back the long strands to reveal a crude looking scar. It spans across almost the entire side of his head, in a thick jagged line.

For some reason, Stretch’s instinct is to reach out and touch.

The more strange thing is, he lets her. Locks eyes with her and leans into the foreign touch like it isn’t weird at all.

Her fingers trace the mark, imagining the ghosts of pain, feeling the tugs in her heart for a stranger. Some kind of connection brought her over here, and dammit it’s keeping her rooted to the spot.

Soft is the only word for it when she asks him, “What happened there, honey?”

“‘Chete. I-I-I let my guard d-down.”

Seems about likely for a boy who let her touch a vulnerable place like that. Stretch doesn’t know what to say, other than that she kind of wishes she could’ve been there for him back then. Not the most appropriate sentiment to share right away.

Lucky for her, LG was snooping. He presses close behind her and asks, making assumptions from the nature of the wound.

“So, you a vet’ran then?”

Stretch puts her hand back on LG’s chest, but rolls her eyes at him, playful more than anything, “Don’t worry ‘bout LG. He likes mindin’ other folks' business.”

“Hey, I served two tours in ‘Nam myself.” LG isn’t really offended, but he could pass it off as being so. It’s cute how his voice gets all high when he gets defensive. For the sake of the one who doesn’t know this story already, LG addresses Bobby with a further introduction, “Chief warrant officer in the navy.”

Bobby looks like he’s thinking for a minute, like it takes effort to remember his own role in the war, which wouldn’t be too surprising since it’s been years, and a head injury could do that to ya, “A-Army staff s-sergeant. V-Corps trained.”

Stretch doesn’t know much about the military beyond what she needs to, the violence and the toxicity is even less her scene than some random party. Still, even she knows that that position outranks LGs unit.

LG himself raises his eyebrows up, impressed, and gives a flirtatious little salute.

Their beau seems to blush, though it’s hard to tell in the lighting of the dimly lit party, “Aw, g-gee.”

They can however be certain that he twirls his hair around his finger like a cartoon character on a first date, all flattered and shy now.

LG looks to Stretch and Stretch to LG. They’re both just a little bit in love.

Thoughts start to wander. Things like arms around little waists and kisses on pale skin. Both of them get a little lost in it.

Bobby interrupts the intensity with a simple question after leaning into their space, “H-Hey, what’s this-this p-party for anyhow?”

Stretch answers automatically to pretend she isn’t flustered from getting caught in such a mind space, “New record for listeners on our radio station.”

His eyes get all wide and shine with excitement, that leeches into his limbs as he bounces slightly, “Y-You’re th-that Stretch?”

So he’s a fan. Stretch smiles bright as LG, always a little bitter about nobody knowing his name from the radio, gives a little scoff.

She gives her man a little bit of a shove but keeps her attention on Bobby, “The one and only.”

That confirmation only seems to make him more excited. He taps his fingers together and widens his stance, rocking back and forth on his heels, “Me a-and my little brother, B-Bubba, we listen to ya a-all the-the time!”

“Then you know I’m not so interesting.” Stretch denies.

It’s not false modesty. Droning on about radio contests and fun facts about Texas isn’t exactly Stretch’s idea of enthralling. Trust in it that as soon as she can find a better gig than working shifts at the station with her honey, she’ll be leaving the head banging music far behind in her past.

“N-No way! I-I think you’re the-the cool-est!” Bobby insists right back.

Guy’s got some of the longest hair Stretch has ever scene, shades on in the dark, and did time in the service, and he thinks Stretch is cool? Mark her down as pleasantly surprised.

Enough of this introductory awkward flirting. Stretch takes his hands and brings him closer, right up to where she can finally see the color of those eyes behind the purple hue of the glasses. Pretty pale blues.

They tic and twitch and never focus on one thing. For just a moment, Stretch considers putting a little distance between them again. If there’s drugs in his system, she’s not interested. There’s a reason she doesn’t date the college dropout losers her own age.

But she can feel him tense up, feel the little jerks of his muscles spanned out over the next few moments, and feel him trying to force them away. She’d heard of a syndrome like that and her beau must have it.

In the face of feeling him try to pull away and hide it, the motions many have probably told him were shameful, she makes sure it’s known how she feels.

“It sure flatterin’ having someone like you say such nice things about me.”

It’s his turn to get a little bashful.

Bobby’s cheeks flush pink enough to put a rose bush to shame, highlighting the wine colored birthmark on his cheek and making it appear a striking red. Stretch really, really wants to kiss it. So she does.

When he turns his face away to hide his blushing, she presses her lips to his skin, real gentle, barely a ghosting over.

His lanky ass arms squeeze a little tighter, finally realizing just how close the two of them have gotten. Maybe because of that, or maybe to hide that he’s so damn flustered, he speaks up.

“Oh, you wanna d-dance, Miss Stretch?”

Good enough excuse for holding a handsome stranger in her arms and kissing on him. She exchanges holding his hands for wrapping her arms around him, even if she were one to let him lead, the height difference might have made it a little difficult. Low around his waist is more her speed.

“Sure thing, honey.”

The music isn’t good, it’s the signature shitty riffs they play on the station, but she’s not gonna lie and say it isn’t any good for grinding up against a cute boy. And, alright, maybe she’ll admit she’d had a few tonight even though the liquor was gross. Something nice about getting lost in the contact and the heat and the thumping of a bass guitar in time with two heartbeats.

Three really, they haven’t forgotten LG.

Stretch reaches behind herself for him and tugs him closer, a little flutter in her chest when he puts a hand on the small of both her back and Bobby’s, keeping them close together.

“H-Hope I-I’m not step-steppin’ on no toes, officer.”

There’s a glint in his eye to match his sharp smile. Something competitive and playful, but neither of them miss the little bit of hope there too.

LG, for his part, doesn’t admit to the underscores of jealousy in his heart that struck down past attempts at this before they even got this far. A little shrug is all he gives, “Don’t mind it none. Girl don’t belong to me, so...”

“That’s right, I don’t.” Stretch gives a satisfied hum and kiss to her man, the silent praise that he’s trying to get out of his comfort to get what he wants. Which is, “But me and LG don’t mind sharin’, do we honey?”

LG just shrugs again. So he’s still a little shy. That ain’t a crime.

Their Bobby isn’t shy though.

“Y’all’s s-swingers ‘en?”

Just coming right out with it.

Might not be the word they use, but it’s good enough for now. Stretch can’t help herself that she gives a giggle of a laugh, “Somethin’ like that. You interested, sugar?”

It’s not like they love ‘em and leave ‘em, this is meant as a lasting sort of arrangement. Still, gotta start somewhere, and he seems pretty into the idea.

“S-Sure! I-I could use me some-some action.”

Dork. Stretch snorts at him and holds his face in between her hands. Giddy on alcohol and mostly love, she decides to kiss him, on the mouth this time.

Bobby kisses like a starved man. Hell, the way he’s trying to jump her, he’d have probably knocked a tooth out if Stretch wasn’t in control. Just the tiniest tug on a few strands of his hair has him back off enough they both get a second to breathe without choking on any tongues.

In that moment, with their boy hunched over and hiding in her shoulder, LG comes on the other side and reminds in her ear, “Darlin’, this guy’s drunker’n a jaybird. He ain’t comin’ home with us tonight.”

As if she’s perfectly sober. Spiked punch ain’t the same as her usual drink or two on the weekends. Only sober enough to have her senses about her.

“I know it, LG. But I ain’t gonna leave him for any roamin’ paws and pricks in this place.” She gives her reasoning firmly.

LG narrows his gaze just a little, “Well, get a move on, girly.”

Ah. So he’s gettin’ riled up. She’ll hold him to that later. For now, she’ll agree it’s time to get the hell out of here.

Instead of reigniting the kiss, she poses her Bobby a question, “Sugar, how’d you get here tonight?”

It takes him a bit to remember. For once, while he’s wracking his brain, he seems totally calm, and it’s almost unsettling. Loose energy is his natural state much more than worrying.

Finally, he recalls, “I-I come alllll by my-myself. N-None of m-my brothers is even w-with me!”

No way he’s driving his little ass anywhere like this. Stretch gives him an offer, “LG and me, we could take you home, honey.”

Not even the vagueness could lure him in. Maybe he sensed they intended to put him to bed and get a good breakfast in him and the morning and wanted nothing to do with the domesticity. When he shakes his head no, Stretch almost gets disappointed.

Turns out, he has a different kind of domesticity at home. The nagging family kind.

“N-Nah. Old m-man won’t be happy. I-I’s jus’ g-gonna stay out for-forever.”

“Our place then? LG can sleep on the couch.” Stretch immediately counters, just teasing some to make him comfortable.

“Hey!”

LG’s pouting doesn’t last long.

“Th-Thought we was sh-sharin’?” Bobby accompanied his comment by slinging his arm around LG and leaning more into him.

A packed party isn’t the best place for it, but it’s nice seeing him follow through on half of the deal. Nicer when LG turns the soft red color of the checks on his shirt.

He only pretends to roll his eyes as he clumsily fishes his keys from his pocket with the weight of two tipsy lovers against him, “Oh, alright.”

Parting the crowd and getting to the door is the easy part. Stretch leads, the three of them forming a chain by locking hands. It wouldn’t be too strange to try to stick together through the mass of bodies. Nobody would know about them, so long as they got out now.

“C’mon then. But you’re gonna keep your hands to yourself, okay?”

Bobby’s a-stumbling, but he’s happy and giggly as ever, barking in response, “Yes, m-ma’am!”

Only, as soon as they get him inside LG’s convertible, he’s passed out. Like a goddamn lightswitch. Stretch finds a flannel overshirt in the boot and lays it over him. Seems like the right thing to do with the top down and all. And it’s just romantic.

All ideas of romance go out the window when Bobby woke up and hurled his guts down the side of the car. At least it was on the road and not when they’d been on the dance floor.

Stretch turned around and rubbed his bony back through it. The alcohol and the disorder in his body and the old head wound, it couldn’t be good for anybody. LG had grimaced about his Chevy taking the hit, but at least asked up on him after.

Guarded as he is, he’s right about having a soft little heart under it all.

LG even carries him inside once they get there, and does, in fact, give Bobby his usual spot on the bed. His defense is that it’s different now that he got sick. Sure, sure. Stretch won’t burst his bubble just yet.

She will wander into the kitchen to make herself some tea though. Ain’t no way she’s going to sleep with this much of a buzz. A warm cup of lemon and honey usually seems to help clear her system.

Nurturing the mug, perched on the arm of the ratty couch, she asks LG, “Think he’ll wanna stay?”

“We sure he’s got any place else to go?” LG leans back in a reclined position, arm slung up by Stretch, but she can see his gears turning. Sweet thing isn't as relaxed as he can look.

Stretch tries to be reassuring, “He said he had family. I trust him.”

Doesn’t do much. LG thought of something she hadn’t. “Still don’t mean he really does. Lots of boys like us come home found out their families wanted nothin’ to do with ‘em.”

She doesn’t really see what difference it makes.

“Well it’s up to him, then.”

“And you’re alright with whatever he decides?”

Uh-huh. Stretch isn’t buying this. She puts a hand on LGs chest and gives it a push, sinking him back into the cushions just a bit. “You seemed quite fine when he was complimentin’ you. Jealous.”

“I ain’t-“ She rolls her eyes before he finishes, but he starts over in stride. Arguing like it even matters, “Vanita, I ain’t jealous.”

If he insists.

Stretch wears a smug little smile, hand drifting to his thin curls so he won’t hold it against her, “Good. Bobby’s gonna stay LG. Long as he needs. So I suggest you quit your poutin’.”

It isn’t the arrangement he objects to. LG isn’t going to lie and suddenly pretend he wasn’t interested. It’s just her teasing that gets him all flushed and irritated. He’s going to object to it again, “I ain’t-“

But Stretch isn’t hearing it. “Hush.”

Instead of letting it sit, she leans down to him and gives him a soft kiss. Something to tide over his longing heart maybe. Or just to shut them both up before their cat and mouse game turns a little more into a predator's vicious chase. No fun in that.

“Oh, awright.” The kiss softened him up. A little kindling of a smile even starts to spread across his face. Along with an idea in his head, “I’m checkin’ on your guest.”

Stretch won’t even try to hide how happy that makes her. The little burst of pleasant energy she gets is expressed by a wiggle in her shoulders, and a scrunch of her nose from how hard she’s smiling.

“Go ‘head. Give him a kiss for me.” To accentuate, she blows LG a little smooch, over to where he’s starting to walk away.

Of course, he pretends to be grumpy and swat at it like a bug flying around his head. Once he’s alone again is another story though. Well, alone with the sleeping Bobby in their bed.

Even in his sleep, he has those little twitches and jerks. They’re more subtle, but the motion never stops, not fully.

His scar is probably partly responsible for that. Peace don’t come easy. Not for anyone that saw what he would’ve, let alone with his injury.

Like this, LG can see a few places where the marred flesh stands out, barely hidden by a few strands of hair. The sickness he feels isn’t disgust, but remorse. Sadness for how much this lone soldier had gone through. More than they’d ever know probably.

When he’s sobered up they can ask Bobby about his situation, but talking ain’t the same as living it. Even his own career ending injury- a bullet two inches away from his spinal cord -wasn’t nothing like that, just enough he needed some monitoring, but not the counseling.

Maybe if he got it worse, he’d be just as wayward, just as eager to lose himself in some sleazy affair.

A new spark of sympathy lights up in his heart.

It’s all a game normally, but this, this man in their bed, ain’t nothing but serious. Ain’t gonna play it off or hide it when he fixes the covers over the damned skinny thing, ghosting the faintest kiss over his temple on the same side as his scar.

Wither way couldn’t have hidden it from Vanita if he’d wanted to. She’d silently crept her way over to watch from the doorway.

Like he’s been caught, defeated even, LG offers a monotonous, “Hell. Guess we’re keeping ‘im.”

“Oh, I knew you couldn’t say no!” Stretch tries to keep her voice low to not disturb sleeping beauty, but it crackles and squeaks with excitement.

It’s worth seeing the way she lights up.

She bounces her little ass over to him, her bracelets and little silver earrings a-twinkling. Not one for hiding emotion, at least not here in private, she’s overloaded with enough of that cheer she can’t keep it all inside.

Burying her face in his chest so the sound is muffled enough to not wake Bobby, she downright squeals. Would be a waste not to wrap his arms around her.

LG sways with her a moment, til enough of the happy feelings fly off and leave her be. It’s then he decides to tumble with her into bed, clothes on and all, on the side that would usually be hers alone.

Turns out the three of them could share the bed after all, so long as someone squeezed in the middle. Stretch assumed that position tonight, knocking out almost as fast as their beau had once she finally hit the pillows.

That just leaves LG, watching over and deciding, that even if he was admittedly a little more difficult than usual about the choice, he wouldn’t take it back. Against all hell, they’re gonna fight to make it work this time.

[autisticempathydaemon]

hello everynyan :3 /ref

4 the redacted match-ups ! not sure if you're still doing these or not bc i'll be damned i'd give up after the first 3 🙌🙌🙌 power 2 ya ! (if you ARE, in fact, not doing these anymore pls ignore this. this never happened. kay.)

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

this was the hardest question bc i LOVEEMUSIC so bad i can never really pick ONE fav bc it changes every 2 seconds but !!! gun to my head as of rn i'd say -- "but not kiss" - faye webster

'i want to see you in my dreams,

but then forget.

we're meant to be,

but not yet.

you're all that i have,

but can't get.'

i chose this song primarily because of the aesthetics & instrumental,, + the feels - i love how the piano carries and portrays every feeling (dread? maybe?) alongside the vocalist ugh sick to my stomach /pos

as for the verses i've chosen i just. really like the way she sings them HA i guess depending on my current mood i might relate to the lyrics for .5 seconds due to a past relationship of mine that had me fuckedd anyway.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

i WISH i could enjoy these as much as others but i have the attention spam of a fucking goldfish i need to be stimulated 24/7. i cannot stare at the same face and occasional photo/clip for over 10 mins.

i might watch more of em if they had like a satisfying slime video in the corner or smth. i find i only watch ones that have a topic/interest of mine that i am actively curious about/into????if that makes sense??

for instance, the only one that comes to mind rn is "in defense of chat noir" by toon ruins UGH ITS SO GOOD i used to be a huge fan of miraculous so that defffinitely takes part in why i rewatch it every few months.

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

on my stomach. arms under pillows. one leg up. yo i bought these headphones made specifically for sleeping while listening to relaxing noises or smth & i kid you not i use them shits to listen to asmr/rp audios. sometimes it puts me to sleep other times i'm up all night tryna figure out what position the listener and 'character' are in. anyway!!!

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

first thing that comes 2 mindd for whatever reason is 'may' ?? possibly bc i really like my birth name already and 'may' is somewhat close to it already? also because i'd love writing it over and over in my handwriting . probably just an excuse to write the letter 'y' actually.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

fav character changes ALLL THE TIMEE for no reason my fav is all of them rlly i just wanna love and be loved BUT when i reaaaally think about it ?? hudson. even though he's like. an easter egg. i cant have anything. wanna "D D D D DDDJJJ ANXIETY" into his pants. what. who said that. just got hacked wtff

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

a know a LOTT of ppl love david but i am sorry i just cannot. angel better than me idk how they do it. srry. my momma raised a bitch. i've never ever gotten to finishing any of his videos so maybe im the problem but from the get-go THIS BITCH IS SCARY BRO he's so damn intimidating . the fact that his voice is rlly deep doesn't help either :C ..& don't even get me started on early david.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

this is such a good question rlly makin me think . hmm . OK I FEEL LIKE A BASIC BlTCH BC PPL HAVE BEEN SAYIN THIS ALREADY BUT . hux. we like this 🤞 . as for why?? i feel like i need and would . honestly really appreciate more,, warmth and positivity in my life - and i def get that sorta 'aura' from him. & i know damn well he'd give the best hugs. and we could go to the gym together. it'd be so fun. so precious.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

ok first of all #relationshipgoals that is so sweet awe :((

i wouldn't say i really 'ramble' per say -- i just talk. to myself. like a normal person. mhm. i struggle with sleep in general, so i'm usually up till like 5am. typically endlessly scrolling through my phone, or talking to the abyss about something personal that's been on my mind for a while. if it's really bad, i cry in my voice memos. if i just need to - refresh? get smth off my mind so i can sleep? i write songs.

...and then i record them on my $15 wireless headphones. onto that very same voice memos app.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

if im being honest,, depends on my mood . but god could i fuck up some strawberry milk and mini oreos right about now. . mind you i've had strawberry milk like once but it changed my life u dont understand

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

i mean i don't listen to it 24/7 but man i outdid myself w this one. it's called "insanity" and every single song matches the vibe of . just straight up 'otherworldly' ?? if u catching what im throwin?? all songs r pretty 'out-there' - in terms of the vibes - at least i like to think so. for reference it has songs like "goth - sidewalks and skeletons" and "eternal youth - růde" . IDK i guess it makes me happy when songs from a playlist actually match up with one other

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

i listen to this japanese-kawaii-metal-based group called BABYMETAL and i loveee them soso much. a few "metal enthusiasts" go out and call their work 'not real metal' , which is why i guess you can technically call their music a pleasure media -- as well as the fact that whenever i put on one of their songs mfs r like ... what is this - cause its three young japanese girls talking abt bubblegum with the the most insane guitar riff in the back. their newer stuff is incredible. womanhood at it's finest. give them a shot plspls /nf

ALL DONE !! ty 4 reading & have a lovely day/night, wherever you may be <3

Oh, this one is perfect and required, like, no thought. Vibes-wise? Given your energy? It’s just gotta be Guy.

Building on that, I love that you write songs and he writes screenplays(?). I think it’s so cute to pair writers together so that you might inspire one another and be each other's biggest fans. I also like Guy for you because he strikes me as one of those people who calls themselves “polyjamorous”, listening to basically anything and everything. He loves all your songs and all your playlists, vibing along to all of it even if there’s no words or words in another language. He doesn’t care: he’s with you, so he’s having a good time.

I would predict a fun, artistic life for the two of you like parallel-playing co-writing sessions with the two of you having individual headphones on, making funny faces at one another when you catch the other staring. You take turns showing each what you’ve created and hyping each other up, offering critique. When the writer's clock keeps y’all up till 3 AM, he’s got leftover pizza and any snacks you could possibly want. (He strikes me as the sort of guy who always has junk food caches.)

Song:

It was just two lovers/ Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde/ Fallin' for each other/ Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish/ No Donald Glover/ Missed call from my mother/ Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi/ I was all alone with the love of my life

Given your passion for music, I tried to pick a love song for y’all that was emotionally evocative to the mind and the ear. I chose this one because I thought the piano instrumental and how it evokes that mental imagery of sitting with someone during the golden hour might resonate with you. I also like it for y’all because this song got really popular on tiktok, and Guy would probably know it from there.

Runner-ups:

Obviously, we have to have Hudson as a runner-up. As a DJ, he’d be so loving and so supportive of your craft, hyping you up on air all the time and playing your work whenever he can. He’d also make you really bomb-ass playlists. A less obvious runner-up would be Anton, but I really like this one. You’d be more of an opposites attract sort of pair, but I think it’d be cute, and listening to music would remind Anton of you while he’s away~

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[davekat-sucks]

youre right davekat sucks. im tired of this fucking fandom, their double standards, how they prove daily that they are delusional and dont read the fucking comic and then say shit like "meenah defends mituna from ableism queen shit <3 #bestiesss"

so here is their fucking savior queen being a hypocritical condescending infantilizing ableist asshole to their pwoor helpless defenseless bwaby that never says bwad words like slurs mituna. i even put the worst parts in brackets and took off his quirk for the dumbasses that dont know how to read.

MEENAH: forget the highfive [i dont wanna be responsible for you hurtin yourself] MITUNA: GO FILLET YOUR NOOK MEENAH: dude you are foul and unpleasant as ever MEENAH: [thought dyin might have took the edge off but guess not] MITUNA: KISS MY CHAGRIN TUNNEL YOU SKANK ASS CUMBUCKET

MEENAH: hey tuna you want to help me go kill [haha i cant even finish this question while staying serious] MITUNA: NO BUT WHAT I DO WANT MITUNA: IS TO MANTAIN PRECARIOUS BUT MOSTLY SUSTAINED BALANCE ON MY TIGHT ASS FALLDOWN SLAT MITUNA: MAYBE GRIND DOWN ON SOME SHIT #SPORNTZ MEENAH: what will you grind on MITUNA: I VOLUNTEER MITUNA: THAT THING TO BE MITUNA: YOU

MEENAH: [dont let the haters get you down *kid*] MITUNA: FISHY FUCKEY BISQUE 4SS HAG MEENAH: oh well yall cant say [i didnt try to treat you nice] * MITUNA: mime - "you tried" gold star MEENAH: ey! MEENAH: [i should be the one to condescend to YOU] with that mime MEENAH: [what considerin your uber flagrant mental probs] MEENAH: you be shells of aggravatin captor

MEENAH: man MEENAH: [a girls gotta have fuel for her pimp ride know what im sayin] MEENAH: like MEENAH: [i probably took care of him good] MEENAH: [you know how it is someones gotta take care of the guy anyways]

(Took care of him so good that HIC tortured the psionic to death and raped him.)

MEENAH: dogg before you even start with your junk i just wanna point out i can barely understand a word you say MITUNA: IM SORRY MEENAH: like between your codawful quirk MEENAH: [and your variety of weird conflicting speech impediments] MEENAH: [and the fact that even aside from all the shitty numbers you stick in words youre still misspellin half a what you say] MEENAH: i just gtfu MITUNA: BITCH WHY D0NT Y0U SHOVE MY RAD INJURY PANEL INTO YOUR NASTY SEXUAL PRIVATE PART OF PREFERENCE MEENAH: thank fuck you were never a major playa at least from my personal vantage over the course a this ridicu huge narrative  #way minor character yo MEENAH: [probably woulda offed my shellf even schooner if i had to hear you talk much] MITUNA: ..,.,..,,...,..,.,.

> It's Mituna!

[D'aw,] looks like he's all tuckered out under the brain tree.  [#Falling is hard work!]

Here's also the videos of the convos mentioned above, for those curious. Also 22:43 and 37:21 on that same vid up above.

[zoner4t]

🌎 OPERATION HOT CHIMP

For TOO LONG the DD fandom has been in shambles, ppl arguing spreading misinfo, straying from the original concept etc. Remember when we were supposed to make Nananana the most viewed video on Youtube, yea that didnt pan out did it.

Well I believe i have a solution....🤯🤯

July 26 is going to be a WORLD WIDE DANGER DAYS BLAST. We're going to post fics, hcs, art, cosplays, vids etc to show ppl that were back with a force. 💥🙌

Im setting some ground rules for this content and all DD content going forward. ive thought about them for a while and i think theyre fair. new rules for OPERATION HOT CHIMP are as follows,

🦍 No sayin you wanna fuck Tommy chow/lo mein, witch or that clown guy

🦍 Vayas not going to fuck you either so just let that one rest

🦍 OCs are fine but no more crossovers. i dont think sherlocks gonn show up in the zones to say "hmmmm i have a mystery for...............PARTY POISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

🦍 OC names can only have 2 words, noone cares how many dracks Toxic Orgy Bomb Shit Chromatic Biscuits Pie has killed

🦍 Tbh OC names should be more original in general, theyve all got named like Titty Detonator, for exmaple mines called Ricky Bobby (my fav will ferell movie), its laid back, funny movie reference etc also hes a racecar driver like the real Ricky bobby

🦍 Dr. Death Defyings real name is not "Steve." Its charles

🦍 Power Pup is made from DOG FOOD not "grinded up exterminators"

🦍 No more sayin Kobra kid is 🇬🇧british. Tbh the royals probably died in the wars, and thats a huge part of the "Being british package"

🦍 If you write/draw stuff about the four you HAVE to include the girl. "i dont like her shes boring" idc, the girl is the center of dd, she keeps fun ghoul from doin stupid stuff like sticking his dick in the mailbox and yellin "FORGIVE THIS BITCH"

Rn ppl outside the dd fandom make fun of us, sayin "haha its the wierd sewer of the mcrmy."

Thats bc they see the DD fandom as 💥💥💣🤮🙄🙄😑😐💣 But with OPERATION HOT CHIMP, i know we can turn it into 💿💃🍡🦍👈⛽🍆🤯🛴💰🗿

Call it CODENAME GORILLA when your around non-DD ppl (normies). We're going to blow their minds with the biggest blast the MCRmy has ever seen🤯🤯 July 26, write it down 📝

No this is not a joke....someone needs to straighten things up around here....might as well be me🤌

As Ricky Bobby said shake....and BAKE🤛

I just woke up what is going on

[iero]

🌎 OPERATION HOT CHIMP

For TOO LONG the DD fandom has been in shambles, ppl arguing spreading misinfo, straying from the original concept etc. Remember when we were supposed to make Nananana the most viewed video on Youtube, yea that didnt pan out did it.

Well I believe i have a solution....🤯🤯

July 26 is going to be a WORLD WIDE DANGER DAYS BLAST. We're going to post fics, hcs, art, cosplays, vids etc to show ppl that were back with a force. 💥🙌

Im setting some ground rules for this content and all DD content going forward. ive thought about them for a while and i think theyre fair. new rules for OPERATION HOT CHIMP are as follows,

🦍 No sayin you wanna fuck Tommy chow/lo mein, witch or that clown guy

🦍 Vayas not going to fuck you either so just let that one rest

🦍 OCs are fine but no more crossovers. i dont think sherlocks gonn show up in the zones to say "hmmmm i have a mystery for...............PARTY POISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

🦍 OC names can only have 2 words, noone cares how many dracks Toxic Orgy Bomb Shit Chromatic Biscuits Pie has killed

🦍 Tbh OC names should be more original in general, theyve all got named like Titty Detonator, for exmaple mines called Ricky Bobby (my fav will ferell movie), its laid back, funny movie reference etc also hes a racecar driver like the real Ricky bobby

🦍 Dr. Death Defyings real name is not "Steve." Its charles

🦍 Power Pup is made from DOG FOOD not "grinded up exterminators"

🦍 No more sayin Kobra kid is 🇬🇧british. Tbh the royals probably died in the wars, and thats a huge part of the "Being british package"

🦍 If you write/draw stuff about the four you HAVE to include the girl. "i dont like her shes boring" idc, the girl is the center of dd, she keeps fun ghoul from doin stupid stuff like sticking his dick in the mailbox and yellin "FORGIVE THIS BITCH"

Rn ppl outside the dd fandom make fun of us, sayin "haha its the wierd sewer of the mcrmy."

Thats bc they see the DD fandom as 💥💥💣🤮🙄🙄😑😐💣 But with OPERATION HOT CHIMP, i know we can turn it into 💿💃🍡🦍👈⛽🍆🤯🛴💰🗿

Call it CODENAME GORILLA when your around non-DD ppl (normies). We're going to blow their minds with the biggest blast the MCRmy has ever seen🤯🤯 July 26, write it down 📝

No this is not a joke....someone needs to straighten things up around here....might as well be me🤌

As Ricky Bobby said shake....and BAKE🤛

What in the world did I just read?

[sagemoderocklee]

omg let’s go choose violence multiples of three 🔥

3. ANSWERED

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

lotta them are but def S/S and N/H for me.

i think n*r*gaa is annoying but like the actual fandom has toned down some or maybe i just been out of it so long i never have to see anything from them. though i still think its annoying whenever the fandom does stupid lil 'gaara is jealous of sasuke' jokes. annoyin as hell and completely disregards the way gaara empathized with sasuke--even if kishimoto couldn't commit to that more strongly. but hey no one is important unless they can be used to prop up the MC, and god forbid anyone but naruto feel anything for sasuke i guess. not like the whole thing with gaara and sasuke in classic was that gaara saw himself in sasuke... like rlly fuckin sucks what we coulda had there

9. worst part of canon

god there's so much that's bad but definitely the Otsutsuki. gotta be my least fave thing. zero foreshadowing because it was just a gimmick for boruto.

also ch 700 sucks and doesnt exist to me

12. ANSWERED

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

gonna assume this is meant negatively but uh besides the obvious blushing gaara shit also the orientalist designs that are out there. like gaara in these fake ass belly dancer type costumes. ugly and racist as hell. like if you wanna put Gaara in clothes from SWANA regions then do the fucking research. dont just throw shit together. you cant culture vulture your way to a diverse cast of characters

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

bitch i dont know >< uh... yeah i got nuthin

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

lmao most of it but definitely Madara

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

a*3

if someone wants to give their money to a site that hosts cp, racist fics, silences pro-Palestine volunteers, treats volunteers like shit and ignores the volunteers of color experiencing racism then imma block and move on with my day. and if someone wants to align themselves with ppl who send messages to the effect of "lol because of this im donating $100 to a*3" to mostly Black bloggers seeking mutual aid who happen to be critical of said site... well thats on them too. these ppl are one step away from callin Black ppl slurs but sure it's more important to protect this site from so-called censorship (it's actually just moderation, but go off with that fake ass oppression)

you dont get to call somethin art and then not criticize it and the spaces it inhabits. real literature is criticized, so if fanfic is held up to that standard then it and the spaces it exists in should be criticized--and in general any community space needs to be held to a standard, but hey that's askin mostly white ppl to care about community. but like either its transformative and therefore warrants engagement on that level or its just for fun--and if its the latter, then youre still sayin its fine to have fun at the expense of others; its fine to disseminate works that maintain the status quo, and even encourage it. you cant 'representation matters' and 'fiction doesnt impact reality' a thing--the two are contradictory, only one can be true, and hint: it's not the latter--or the space it exists in.

also genuinely think its so disingenuous to act like ppl critical of that site are all doin it out of spite and to "ruin ppls fun" insteada because they want that space to be welcoming and better for everyone--safer. ppl pushin for change are tryna make it a place that doesnt cause harm, silencing that is so fuckin stupid

[lonelystarrs]

Something about domming shidou hits different 🥴 Idk why but I've always had the urge to fight him. I just want to beat his ass, is that so much to ask?

BUT THE SAE TWIST 🥵😩 He really be out here causing so much fuckery. I kinda want to see how it plays out 👀 if Shidou would rip Sae a new one or the other way around (if you know what I mean 😉) then again I feel like SAE would be SO mean. Even meaner than the reader. Probably wouldn't even let Shidou TOUCH him. But would degrade the shit out of him.

Anyways, I should probably mention I'm the bitch who sent the Barou primal kink ask as well as this one: https://www.tumblr.com/pharix/718682829213597697/im-literally-salivating-at-the-thought-of-barou-x?source=share

I'll just go by 🍵 anon 😌

Same 🍵 same. He’s a bastard, but he’s totally the kinda person who you’re gonna get addicted to. 👀 the highs and lows that man would create … toxic I tell you. I’d say he needs a jab in the throat like Oliver but Shidou would enjoy that, plus he’s ranked top fighter in Ego’s bible.. Barou third. So I’m not doing it, but I will hide behind dom’ing him fics 😂👀

Sae is no bottom, just sayin’ he’d be unbelievably cruel. So I added that twist in last minute, I honestly just flunk my stories 😂 my ADHD brain is great for when I do hyper focus but sometimes I struggle… so I kinda go blank for a bit then bam, write and go mad!!

I put my music in and just zone out, type away then laugh like a mad woman at the end of them when I add twists in like: mwuahaha. Excellent *mr burns from the simpsons*

That primal kink inspired a whole ass story! But I’ve done a mighty headcanon kink in response to that ask you sent. ♡

Much love for you 🍵

[winderlylandchime]

First of i would like to apologize because unfortunately i have to sent this in two parts.. the hetero brother was on a roll. Anyway 1/2:

I legit walked into the living room to find my brother standing with the intro paused and him going ‘cmon loser, we got work to do!’ So here is the 2x02 report: ‘oh he’s going to Brian?! That’s right Jenny Jen, you are not stopi- wait THATS THE FUCKE- oh it’s a dream, we’re good! I mean he isn’t but boy, i was worried for a sec, oh poor baby! Wait, he hates being touched, i forgot! But he hugged my-i mena our man Bri Bri!’ ‘OH ITS MY BOY BRI BRI! oh damn i forgot that no more David means Michael stays..ugh, you win some you lose some’ that’s where I wanted to give a helping hand to Mikey so i said well technically he is one of the leads and he immediately scoffed at me and went ‘i think me, Brian and Justin would like to disagree with that terribly inaccurate statement, now shush!’ He is once again groaning at Mikey ‘really dude?! I mean i hate you but come on! And of course he liked dancing with Justin! Who wouldnt? i need him gone. Either the writers did a great job at writing him annoying and he’s really good at acting OR the guy sucks and im picking up on his vibesss either way, stop it’ ‘duty as a father to build a swing set? Wait..did we have a swing set? I gotta talk to dad about that bc he never got us a swing!’ He is currently very sad over the Jen/Deb scene but hes still mad at Jen so he keeps scoffing at her. ‘that’s right Deb! Someone else! BRIAN! FFS! Not after what happened?! Was Brian the one swinging the bat? No. if there was no Brian, justin would be dead! And WHY IS DEBBIE NOT CALLING HER OUT ON HER BLAMING BRIAN?! WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE PROTECTING HIM?! This is a very hard job for me! It’s only my 5th day here and I’m on drugs and in pain. But fuck it, Bri Bri needs me! Hit play again, im ready’ and we got to the loft scene and he hid under his hands bc it’s just like the dream. ‘Wait it’s my man Bri!! Oh no! Oh no! justin this isnt him talking to you! It’s your mothers fault. He wants you there i swear he told me himself, i mean not really but like the way he looked at you in the last episode said everything, you just didnt see it bc they had you looking away in the script’ (is this the point where i start worrying about his mental state?) ‘OH HE FIGURED IT OUT! He knows its your fault jenny! My boy took a bat to his head but he still knows that 1+1= his mom being a lil bitch. OH SHIT IS SHE OKAY? Damn i feel conflicted now, nvm she’s okay’. My favorite part is now coming up that ive been dying to see his reaction to and ofc it did not disappoint ‘OH ITS JEN! And my boy BRI! Now what does she want? She wants a favor? What is he red cross? She wants him to TAKE HIM? Take him where? Like take him to LA (narrators note: bless his heart) or like what? What other way can he be taken? What is she sayin- thank you Bri for asking bc she wasn’t listening to me! “Standing there helpless, do you know what it feels like?” GIRL IS WATER WET?! OFC HE KNOWS HE WATCHED HIM ALMOST DIE! Jenny what are you saying touch him, make more sen-oh wait..oh no, oh wait is she asking him to fuck Justin?! JENNY IS THAT WHAT YOURE ASKING?….do you think mom would pimp me out like that? Although the last date she set me up on the girl started praying before eating (cue me saying i mean thats not THAT bad) IT IS WHEN ITS IN MCDONALDS.. she wants him to fuck him oh god, i mean I’m down and so are they! Lets go..im tired’

Okay dear sweet anon and brother anon. I just got to my office and I have TEARS streaming down my face from laughing so hard. Luckily, my office is therapy office so there are tissues. I gotta pull myself together.

I’m going to post your messages without comment because I go into back to back meetings soon and I cannot without them from the world.

So 1/3.

[b1mbodoll]

i havent requested anything on your blog 😂 i'm just saying its kinda crazy how you have this blog and can't keep up with the work you're doing. obviously its not a requirement to write but that was the purpose of your blog. if you want to make friends and talk thats all on you and i don't care if you do but you're not working 💀💀💀💀 do you not understand a thing im saying like i'm putting it very simply. the whole origin of this ask was you being biased when talking to anons and you saying "they interact with me the most" as an explanation for favoritism is crazy. its not even making friends you're just baselessly flirting with them and saying "its for fun" as if those type of asks still won't come off as a way of hurting people even if its not your intention. and i stand for what i said 🤷🏾‍♀️

how is flirting hurting you? can you explain that to me??? lmfao this is so crazy. if you dont like how i operate on my blog then block me, its that easy. or come off fucking anon so i can block you 😭😭 wasting not only my time but urs as well by sayin stupid stuff like this.

the purpose of my blog is for me to decide and i use it to write and post my thoughts, drabbles scenarios, whatever i want and i do that. i never said i was going to write full on fics if thats what ur mad about as well? im not a serious writer and if you dont like that im sorry but dont try to undermine my work simply bc its short drabbles n scenarios.

this favoritism thing again??? just say youre jealous or smth like i dont understand how this hurts peoples feelings if these anons are doing the interacting first… like its not an excuse its just facts. i dont even know who my anons are so how would i seek them out? your whole behavior is very odd like get off my page if you dont like it!!!!!!! write shit yourself if ur gna bitch at people and hide behind an anonymous message.

im so stuck on “those type of asks wont still come off as a way of hurting people” whooo is hurt by flirting??? like are you genuinely upset about that and if so why? you dont know me, you dont own me, and you most certainly are not in any position to order me on what i do when it comes to interacting with people or running my account.

if you even scroll through my account or look thru my tags you can just find the writing you want to see. or look through my masterlist its there for a reason. ive been working my ass off posting the requests i got and i think you may be confused by that. the requests are just asks in my inbox from when they were open and thats what im replying to. the new drabbles ive put out are requests and the hentai pieces were even inspired by a mina hentai request i got. like i literally am answering past requests idk why ur saying im not????

[harlowsbby]

Listen to Ella’s song Trying when reading this) AHHH this my songgggg 🤭

You’ve had a few flings here and there but they didn’t really mean much to you. Jack was the complete opposite of you he was famous and had money and the looks and what did you bring to the table? You sighed and slouched into your chair. WHAT DO YOU HAVE?!? You are that bitch!! A bad bitch!! A cute bitch!! A lovable bitch!! Should I go on?!

“Are you talking about Y/N?” Stassie came from behind the boys, she sat down next to Jack and followed his eye contact which led to you. Uhhh *side eye*

Your relationship with your ex Cameron was honestly teeth pulling. He drained you mentally and physically. You were always someone who wore their heart on their sleeve and people of course took advantage of that. Get me a last name & Instagram Handel, IM ABT TO GET AN ADDRESS & WHOOP SUM ASS!!

“Yeah you definitely need to stay away from my friend I don’t want Y/N going through something like that again, and honestly I know you’re still messing around with that one girl.” Stassie sternly told Jack before getting up and leaving with Sunni. OOOP PUT A WHACK BITCH IN THEY PLACE!! Okay I take away my side eye, maybe I will like her here 🤭

“Well damn your plate doesn’t look very nutritional does it babe?” You looked up seeing it was Jack. *looks left & right* *looks behind me & behind him* WHO TF YOU CALLIN BABE?! I’m still stuck on Stassie sayin you still messin around wit another bitch! Don’t babe nobody else till you stop taking to other hoes 😒

“It’s all good baby you know I’m just playing with you.” Cut it out wit these nicknames white boy!! 🙄

“You know what’s going on with your love life or anything.” I- JACK YOU ARE SO EMBARRASSING 😭 you ain’t subtle AT ALL!!

“Just watch I’ll make you mine by the end of tonight. I’ll see you at the party later?” I mean confidence is key ig?! 🫤

“ Aren’t you excited to go out and finally be surrounded by other people?” No tf 😭

You prayed that something good will come out of this instead of something bad. For Jacks sake let’s hope so🤗 cause if not 🩴🔪

“Without a doubt.” Damn thanks for the honesty ig 😭😔

( hiii this is my new series 💗 it’s based off Ella Mai’s latest album “Heart on my sleeve” it’ll go in order from all the songs, basically jack claims he loves the reader but she’s just another girl on his hit list but feelings change and things happen and the reader finds herself falling slowly for Jack soooo stay tuned ) AHHHHHHHH I JS KNOW IMMA HAVE TO BEAT JACKS ASS!! 🫤🔪🩴

FRIEND YOU FUCKING ATEEEEE!! 🫶🏽🤗

Thank you friend I always love seeing comments that you always love 😭 it’s a bit boring for right now but trust me it’ll pick up eventually so I’m glad you love it so far

we’re definitely gonna hate jack towards the end of this so stay ready 😌💀

[realkilljoyhoursnow]

🌎 OPERATION HOT CHIMP

For TOO LONG the DD fandom has been in shambles, ppl arguing spreading misinfo, straying from the original concept etc. Remember when we were supposed to make Nananana the most viewed video on Youtube, yea that didnt pan out did it.

Well I believe i have a solution....🤯🤯

July 26 is going to be a WORLD WIDE DANGER DAYS BLAST. We're going to post fics, hcs, art, cosplays, vids etc to show ppl that were back with a force. 💥🙌

Im setting some ground rules for this content and all DD content going forward. ive thought about them for a while and i think theyre fair. new rules for OPERATION HOT CHIMP are as follows,

🦍 No sayin you wanna fuck Tommy chow/lo mein, witch or that clown guy

🦍 Vayas not going to fuck you either so just let that one rest

🦍 OCs are fine but no more crossovers. i dont think sherlocks gonn show up in the zones to say "hmmmm i have a mystery for...............PARTY POISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

🦍 OC names can only have 2 words, noone cares how many dracks Toxic Orgy Bomb Shit Chromatic Biscuits Pie has killed

🦍 Tbh OC names should be more original in general, theyve all got named like Titty Detonator, for exmaple mines called Ricky Bobby (my fav will ferell movie), its laid back, funny movie reference etc also hes a racecar driver like the real Ricky bobby

🦍 Dr. Death Defyings real name is not "Steve." Its charles

🦍 Power Pup is made from DOG FOOD not "grinded up exterminators"

🦍 No more sayin Kobra kid is 🇬🇧british. Tbh the royals probably died in the wars, and thats a huge part of the "Being british package"

🦍 If you write/draw stuff about the four you HAVE to include the girl. "i dont like her shes boring" idc, the girl is the center of dd, she keeps fun ghoul from doin stupid stuff like sticking his dick in the mailbox and yellin "FORGIVE THIS BITCH"

Rn ppl outside the dd fandom make fun of us, sayin "haha its the wierd sewer of the mcrmy."

Thats bc they see the DD fandom as 💥💥💣🤮🙄🙄😑😐💣 But with OPERATION HOT CHIMP, i know we can turn it into 💿💃🍡🦍👈⛽🍆🤯🛴💰🗿

Call it CODENAME GORILLA when your around non-DD ppl (normies). We're going to blow their minds with the biggest blast the MCRmy has ever seen🤯🤯 July 26, write it down 📝

No this is not a joke....someone needs to straighten things up around here....might as well be me🤌

As Ricky Bobby said shake....and BAKE🤛

How I feel reading this ask. What the hell yall doing over there in the fandom

[trippygalaxy]

LMAOOO ITS LIKE I DIED, I CAME WITH NEW STORYS! I COULDNT GIVE U ANY EARLIER DUE TO SOME STUFF GOIN ON BUT NOW I CAN! I HOPE THEE ENJOYS WHAT I GOT IN STORR FOR LEGEND

Readers POV:

Yummy soup. I love me some soup. Wilds cookin is the best frfr and i forgot the name of the yummy food lol. Legend rn looks like he doesnt wanna eat......and yk i havent ate in like what? Five days? Im starvin so yk, im sure he wouldnt mind passin some on to me. "Ayo bestie, you gonna eat that cause you look like u abouta give it back to mr tree danglin cookin mono over there" I said in a joking tone, but halfy serious. " No, not really. You can have it" Somethin is up, for a while he hasnt been eatin. I put the yummy soup down and almost cried cause im starvin but legend is more important....totally......a little more soup wont hurt yk. "Alright emo pinkie pie, lets go" I stand up, puttin the soup down and takin his as well. "Huh, where are u goin" uhhh this dude deaf or smt? Mono i said lets not imma go "bitch i said lets as in we, get ur emo pink ass up, we gonna walk with some yummy music" i said walkin towards the forest. Time shot a glance at me, confused. I gave him a look sayin imma just walk with legend. A threw a twig at the monos head sayin lets go bro.

We were walkin with some nice jazz rn. I wanted to be far from the others but not so far that we would get lost. I looked at legend who seemed zoned out, guess he's thinkin abt smt. "Alright, tell me whats goin on" I said while straight up takin a seat on the yummy ground. He looked at me with his pretty blue eyes, very cute. I patted the ground next to me signalin him to sit next to me. He took a hot second but finally sat down next to me. I guided his head down to my lap, which didnt last long cause he immediately went back up. "What are you planning to do?" He asked with very confused eyes. "Oh ma god broski doski just roll with it my mono" I said guiding his head again. This time he stayed. He got comfortable and he looked at me wanting a reason for all this. "Somethins up with you, you've haven't been eating and you zone out a lot. I wanna know why" I said while combing his soft hair with my fingers. "Well I wanna ask you the same thing, you havent ate for a while, you only ate today" Bitch i asked first "But i started eatin today again so, you tell me whats up with you" He sighed then turned his body away so he wasnt facin me anymore. "Its just that i dont want this, I want a peaceful life without all this mess" He misses home, just like me "Hm, thats sorta my awnser for my thing, except i just miss the ppl in it....... and the wifi, food, clothes ect" He chuckled a bit, its nice to see him so calm "Well you seem to bring a lot of that here" Damn he's right "Yea but thats just my attitude, I've been like this for as long as I remember" "Chaotic?" STOP CUTTIN ME OFF MONO LET ME FINISH IMMA MAKE A PICKUP LINE NOW "Dude, why cut me off, istg ur done" He laughed at this, i tjought for a moment then i got it "Are you the sun? Cause your making me smile like a spring day!" That made him chuckle! "You such a weirdo"He said sleepily "Tankeu" We stayed quiet for a while then I felt a small snore. AWWWWWWW HE FELL ASLEEP HE IS SO CUTTEEE CUTIE POOKIE! I pressed a small kiss on his cheek, I'll tell time later.

I HOPE U LIKE THISSSSS SRRY FOR BEIN DEAD FOR YEARS AND THIS ISNT SO CHAOTIC BUT STILL HOPE U LIKE ITTTTT STAY SAFE!

DONT BE SORRY MY LOVELY ANON!! !TAKE CCARE OF YOURSELF AND YOUR DARLING BRAIN OF YOURS <3333

HDSJKDA LOVING DIS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE FUNNY LITTLE GIFTS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[nightowlspawn]

"You come up here often?" I hear his voice followed by the door closing.

"Ehhh, depends." I swig the bottle between my fingers careful not to let it drop because fuck, this shit is good. I fell in love with it tonight. Id probably fall in love with any motherfucker that handed me some cherry wine, but the person who gave me cherry wine was him and im already in love sooo. Dont count. "It's really pretty tonight soo." He nods beside me and rests his arms on the edge. Him? Why he do that?

I steal a look and take another sip. Why he look so focused? With his- damn, his eyes. How the hell he get them pretty bitches? Gyatdamn his face his beautiful. And those lips? Mannn. Don’t even get me started. Holy shit look at his arms. Hes buff. how'd he get that kind of muscle anyway? Bro your hands! I bet they'd look better wrapped around my waist you know what 'm sayin? What? That did not come out of my mouth. Mmm yeah it did. Yeah you flex them muscles. Why is that so hot when you mess with your hair? The urge to put my hands through it. Stop looking like that or im going to kiss you. Then im gonna regret it.

I dont realize I'm still staring until he exhales and steps back. I continue staring at the sunset as he reads the label on the bottle i had next to me. "You really like this?" It's more of an observation than a question, but I respond anyway.

"It's only perfection in a bottle. Would you like a taste sir?" I smile and motion to the wine in my hand.

"I've had a few already." "Sips?" I scoff. I wouldn't take him as someone who drinks at parties. At least not like i do.

"Glasses. The champagne is really good." I nod hum in shock. Classy man he his, and still, dumb as fuck.

"You take the alcohol well."

"Not my first round." He smiles. "You'd be surprised. What about you?" He gestures at the bottle in my hand and the one dangerously close to the edge.

"Oh this?" I scoff amused. "I had a glass and i hate drinking off people, and this shit is divine. i wanted to enjoy it peacefully, without anyone gettin me to try other shit. That one is for later." I point to it with my almost empty bottle.

"Shit." He laughs. "You're don't seem as drunk."

"Ain't my first rodeo either." I chug the last sip and set the bottle down. "Shouldn't you be downstairs? This is a party for you, after all."

"As a joke. I can't stand them." He shakes his head, which makes his hair fall in his face and he moves to fix it. If this motherfucker does that one more time-  "And its tiring being this likeable. I can't move two steps without someone eyeing me or flirting." Aint that the mother fucking truth.

"Damn, you make it sound terrible."

"It's not always. There's just someone that has more of my," I push off the ledge and look him in his eyes. He follows my movement and gives me a once over. "Attention."

"Is there now?" I mock question. I already know the answer as i walk closer to him. Now im looking down at his eyes, which still make my heart stop its normal rhythm to make sure it only beats when he blinks.

"Yeah." He stands up. "And she's fucking gorgeous."

"Why don't you just kiss me already?"

"Because god, you're fucking confusing."

"I'm confusing?"

"Yes, you confuse me!"

"Alright whatever."

"Well whats that supposed to mean?"

"Doesn't matter." I wrap my arms around his neck and smile like an idiot. "You sure we can do this? They're not gonna come around in a helicopter and broadcast it to the world are they?" He smiled back into her lips.

"Let em look."