#Erin thank you again bb!!!

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@perotovar tagged me to show my lockscreen, homescreen, last song i played, and my Pinterest but bcs I don’t have a pinterest I decided to just show the last meme I saved LMAO

thank you again darling Erin this was fun! 🌹♥️✨

no pressure tags: @skeletoncowboys @stellamancer @makiitoh @sukisweetie @beigepajamas @acerathia @andypantsx3 @haylzcyon @willowser @tiphandoms and probably so many others I’ve missed omg I’m sorry so if you see this then yes pls do this!!! 📲

[bonefall]

I generally like the Dawn of the Clans characters, but man that Bumble scene is such a weird writing choice. Even if that scene was kept, I would have much preferred some sort of follow up scene where the cats realize how wrong they are, and deeply apologize to Bumble in some fashion. It’s late when I’m writing this, so apologies if this is slightly confusing. I think this is once again a sign the Erins need sensitivity readers.

I think this is beyond sensitivity readers, I think the writers who thought this was okay need to go into Lilo's Pickle Jar and get shaken around

Bumble's Exile needed a refutation. My problem with it is that the underlying philosophy is never addressed. Xenophobia and ableism plague the text, and you are meant to accept that everything they said about her in that scene was correct.

That it "never would have worked" if she joined the group, that it means her life had less value as a result, that Gray Wing and Turtle Tail had absolutely no fault and her death was some unavoidable thing. In canon, Bumble exists as a clumsy plot device to display Wind's "assuredness" and Gray Wing's "wisdom," the narrative discouraging you from giving her proper sympathy as a result.

WC is a series that, either through malice or incompetence, is ultimately pro-xenophobia. It DOES think you should be anti-foreigner, and stay wary of their malice (darktail) or their laziness (bumble). There are exceptions who can prove themselves to Clan cats over and over (firestar), but they're not the rule.

For BB, the way I'm planning to address it is to point this out as an example of Clear Sky's mindset acting like a poison on the cats in this group, especially Gray Wing. That Thunder thinks he's coming home, only to find it nearly identical to the group he just left.

Refuting this is rallying HIS supporters to go find her, and to create his own group based on his own principles.

Especially important as a contrast; ThunderClan's early strength is their ability to do diplomacy, thanks to Bumble the Translator. Unlike Shadow and Sky, they have an interest in getting to know and work with River Kingdom and the Wind Coalition.

One day, generations in the future, the Clans will fall into a terrible state. Culture is a living, shifting thing. War and bigoty cause the dominant mindset to swing towards xenophobia again, a clan will be exiled, and many cats will suffer.

But it is not that Era. It is the dawn of the clans, and the struggles of this day echo through history.

[sterekyrround]

Movie Meme 🎥

Post 7 comfort movies and tag 7 people I was tagged by @renmackree, thanks bb!

There were so many more, I had to dig deep for "actual movies that brought me comfort" and not "movies that I love"

Anastasia (1997) - This will always have a special place in my heart because of my mom. I made her watch this so many times and she let me sing and dance, we used to recite the lines randomly when we were out and about. This is probably where I got that annoying trait (which I'm happy I have honestly lol). I can sing all these songs because the soundtrack was so good but I will cry anytime this is on.

The Prince of Eygpt (1998) - SOUNDTRACK! Should be enough said but it isn't. This was a great movie and it was a time I still lived around cousins so we all sang this.

Remember The Titans (2000) - Denzel was fantastic in this movie. At the time I was going to a school where football was good so I think I maybe watched this to try and understand it. But I just loved it. I always watch this, honestly. I know this entirely by heart.

Erin Brocovich (2000) - JULIA! god, I loved her in this. I love this movie and it was based on an actual event. I swear I wanted to be her when I grew up. Still a fav.

Freedom Writers (2007) - This came out when I didn't know what I wanted to do and was kind of trapped. It hits a spot in my heart. It helped me, how? IDK but I know it did.

The Blindside (2009) - Love this movie, again a real story. Such good acting, again football. (Maybe I have a problem lol squints) But this is just an amazing movie and Sandra Bullock is a queen.

Encanto (2021) - The most recent but I totally vibed with this & I know every Latino/a is going to say CoCo was it but this was mine where I was like "FINALLY DISNEY" I was mad as F that the abuela was a little bad but I mean very realistic and it's a metaphor with how a lot of Latin families are in a way. It's hard to explain, you just had to be raised this way. lol. Also, Soundtrack slaps!!

Tagging for those to play, only if you wish! - @arver7 @cozyrosykay @anothersigh @evanesdust @sourfox24 @karlakattz

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[hansensgirl]

not all who wander are lost.

summary. | He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering.

warnings. | Strangers to lovers, smut, naive reader, mentions of trauma, angst, fluff, slight violence, slight dub/con, slight blasphemy, drinking, DD/LG, daddy kink, corruption kink, ring/hand kink, size kink, creampie kink, teasing, spanking, choking, spitting, manhandling, praise, male masturbation, handjob, degradation, a bit of humiliation, oral sex, virginity loss, marking, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count. | 11k

pairings. | Daddy!Destroyer!Chris x Little!Reader.

a/n. | one of the few fics inspired/based off of chemtrails over the country club. please heed the warnings and don’t forget to reblog. ily! thank you so much to @dragon-of-dreams @mypoisonedvine @tenuntilfightcall and everyone else for helping me out with some information! and thank you to my bb sara @asadmarveltrashbag for beta-ing and being there for me during this insane month, ilysm!!

The first time he laid eyes on you, was six months ago.

Meadows like the ones that surround him only exist in movies and Instagram posts. But even those need editing for perfection. Yet, the ones around him made him feel as though he has camera lenses for his eyes. Each piece of grass is a beautiful green, and some had flowers between them. His thighs may hurt but the view is a reward for all the trouble he just went through. A cute cottage lies on the hill he stands on. It resembles one from a Pinterest board but he doesn’t mind.

Birds chirp, sheep bleat, cows low and chickens cluck amongst Ella Fitzgerald's rendition of Summertime. Chris walks a few more steps and onto the porch he goes. This isn’t his destination. Well, technically, it is. But he isn’t supposed to be knocking on your door like he is now, and his heart shouldn’t be beating out of his chest. To the right of this cottage — Chris’s right — is another cottage.

It’s more modern than he’d prefer it to be. It only looks so because inside lives a drug lord who is on the run. It’s truly unfortunate his girlfriend sold him out for immunity. He knocks on the wooden door and takes a step back. Who knows what kind of person is behind it. “Coming!” your sweet voice calls. Chris doesn’t let go of his grip on his gun that’s down the waist of his pants.

Even the sweetest seeming things can always end up being sour.

You struggle not to trip over your own dress. The tail of it drags behind you and sweeps the floor, too. But it makes you feel just like a princess, so you don’t care. On your hip is a basket, and inside is Cotton. Your bunny. She’s been your company for years, and you don’t know what you’d do without her. Barely anyone visits anymore, only because cars can’t handle the long drive up and many people hate nature. But when the occasional knock on your door echoes throughout the house, you can barely keep your excitement inside.

You open the door and gasp. The man… is brooding. And he’s not the type of broody that would grumble insults under his breath or the type that would stalk people, either. He’s the dreamy type, the man your parents say is bad news when really he just needs love. You take in his form. You can tell he’s slightly tired and you just have to give him credit for walking up to your home. He has no flaws, except for the dirt that stains his clothing.

“Hi, do you live here?” the strange man asks, looking around the inside of your home. You jump and you’re not sure why but your skin raises with goosebumps. His voice is deep yet so soft-spoken. For some odd reason, his hand is reaching backwards and you assume that it’s because he has some sort of ache from the walk. You finally register his words and look up at him.

“Y- yes, do you live here?” you stupidly ask. You don’t even realize what you just said until you noticed his puzzled look. “Oh, sorry,” you look down and notice that his black boots are covered in pollen, something that can be oh so bothersome. “‘S’alright, I was hiking a- and I don’t have anywhere to go… Do you think you could let me stay here?” he asks, letting go of the gun. “Uhm, s- sure, what’s your name?” you ask him, moving out of the way.

Naive, so fucking naive.

“Chris, what’s yours?” he asks, stepping inside. You give him your name and he nods. He goes to wipe his shoes on the rug in front of the door but there is no rug. You hand him a rag and he gratefully takes him, mumbling a small ‘thank you.’ “Are you a tourist?” you ask him, setting your basket down onto the floor. Cotton hops out of it and runs off to the kitchen, probably to chew on your apron. “No…” he solemnly answers. He hands you the rag back and you shyly take it.

“O- okay… Are you a photographer? I’ll tell you God’s truth, the most beautiful photos are taken when the sun rises, when it sets and when it’s raining,” you pointedly inform him. You drop the rag into your basket and turn back around, your dress spinning in a slight swirl. His eyes rake your body up and down, taking in every inch of your body. Red cloth with white polka dots covers your body and your mushroom earrings bring the entire outfit together.  Chris has to assume that the heavens above or whatever the fuck else is there have handcrafted you to absolute perfection.

He’s never read any stories about Greek gods, but he knows that Zeus would be absolutely infatuated with you. He takes note of how your body tenses up when he makes eye contact with you, and he gives you a small smile.

“I’m not a photographer,” he clarifies, looking around. He can’t believe you let him in just like that, but the more he found, the more he understood why. A lonely, innocent little girl like you doesn’t have anyone to tell you right from wrong. “Then what are you, sir? Are you lost? I can call the Consulate if you’d like,” you offer, walking towards him. “I’m not lost… I’m a wanderer,” he whispers almost hesitatingly.

“But you only ever wander when you’re lost, no?” you confusingly ask him. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, before peering out of the window. Luckily, he has a direct view of the other cottage. He really did hit the jackpot. “Not all who wander are lost, little girl. Now tell me, why would you let a stranger inside your home?” he asks you.

Cotton hops from the kitchen to your bedroom, and you stand in place. “I… Well, I’m not sure. You didn’t give me any reason to not let you in or to make me believe you’re dangerous, sorry…” you shyly tell him. “Don’t apologize, just know that not everyone in this world is good. There’s always going to be someone with a little more darkness than the rest of us…”

Chris unzips his duffle bag, and you let out a giggle. “Quite ominous of you, but then again, it suits your whole aesthetic. The cool, bearded man, with his cool words,” you smile at him, but it carries a bit of sadness. “Treat this place as your own, make yourself at home. And if you need anything, I’m always here.”

Chris stays at the window for most of his days. Always with a pair of binoculars and a pack of saltine crackers. Sometimes, he pulls a juice bottle out of his duffle bag, You’ve countlessly offered him something that’s actually filling, such as angel cake and sandwiches. He rejects them all, and you wonder if he’s some sort of super-human. But technology hasn’t invented wireless technology yet, so it’s impossible.

“Uhm, Mr. Chris-Sir? I don’t think those crackers are good for you, they’re all you eat…” you sheepishly admit, carrying a cup of water to him. The mug has a little frog painted on it, but the green paint has chipped away over seven years. You set it down gently, onto the table next to him and Chris just stares out at the cottage. “Bird-watching is so cool, isn’t it? If you see a robin, let me know, they’re so beautiful,” you tell him, before walking off.

At first, he doesn’t take in your words. But once they’ve settled deep in his mind and sunk in, he realizes that you assume he’s bird-watching. He’d honestly take any other assumption, but at least you don’t know he’s spying on the criminal next door. He looks down at the table with a sigh and then notices what you’ve done. Not only did you set a cup of water down, but you also gave him two slices of toast. One has strawberry jam on it, and the other has melted butter.

His mouth surprisingly salivates, but it also doesn’t shock him. Every day he sits there, basking in the beautiful smell of your food and humming. His personal favourite is the smell of focaccia bread being baked. He watches and waits until you leave the room to go tend to the chickens. Apparently, one of them laid a few eggs. He quickly shovels the two slices of toast into his mouth and downs the glass of water like a starved man. Because he is one.

Cotton hopes around once again but all Chris sees is a fluffy white blur. He recalls his memories from when he was younger. Younger him always wanted a pet. Even a fish that would die in the span of two weeks would suffice. But his mom couldn’t afford it, so he dropped the idea. Sometimes, he wishes he had dropped other ideas, as well. Like the idea that he’d enjoy life as an undercover agent, or the idea of sacrificing himself for Erin.

His fingers are sticky with jam. He hates the feeling. He spreads his fingers out and goes to get up from his seat. “Shit,” he curses, realizing that something may happen while he’s away from the window. He stands there, contemplating whether or not he should risk his mission just to wash the fucking jam off of his stupid fucking hands. He calls your name, loudly, hoping you’ll hear him all the way outside the cottage.

“Is everything alright?” you shout, running inside the house. He didn’t expect that reaction, but he’ll take it. You’re holding onto the corner of two walls, slightly bent over. Your chest, your beautiful chest, is the first thing Chris lays his eyes on. He nearly chokes on his saliva, and he just can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. “Uh, hi, I need help,” he gruffly says, his voice a bit deeper than usual. He clears his throat with a loud ‘ahem’ and you begin to stand up straight, much to his dismay.

But he doesn’t think the image of your tits nearly falling out of your dress will leave his mind any time soon.

“Of course… Did you enjoy the toast? I can make you some more if you’d like,” you shyly offer him. “It was good, but I’m fine, thanks though. Can you stay here, right at the window, while I go wash my hands? If anything happens, you have to tell me.” Chris doesn’t leave any room for argument, but your curiosity and naivety get the best of you as always.

“What happens if I don’t tell you?” you ask him, walking towards the window. He blocks your path and suddenly personal space is no longer a thing you need. “You don’t want to know what I’m gonna do if you don’t, little girl,” he warns with a hint of lust in his tone. You nod your head and feel tingles bloom just above your core. You’re not sure whether they’re butterflies or those tingles.

Chris walks past you and you quickly rush to the window. You never realized how beautiful this view is until now. The sun is bright, angled in the most perfect manner so that it doesn’t shine directly in your eyes. The sky is so clear, even with the occasional fluffy cloud that always manages to look like some animal. The window blows gently, shaking the sheer curtains that frame you. You sigh and fold your arms, resting them on the windowsill.

You lay your head on your arms and stare out the window with joy filling your heart.

Chris watches you as you look out the window. You’re slightly bent over, once again. Your ass sticks out, and you subconsciously sway your hips side to side, almost purposefully teasing him. Your white dress has a few strings hanging from the hem, but it doesn’t make you look any less gorgeous. He feels like he’s in a dream.

Not only because of the beautiful scenery, and the beautiful woman in front of him but also because he’s trying his hardest to wash his hands quickly, but his movements are so slow. He looks down and rubs his hands together at a furious pace. Chris hears you gasp and he looks up. “Did you see something?” he asks you, turning off the sink.

“Yeah, my neighbour! I haven’t seen him in months, I need to go say hi,” you tell Chris, before rushing out the door. He only then registers your words once you’ve run out of the house and into the unknown. “Fuck- Wait!” he yells after you. He runs behind you and is so grateful when he notices you haven’t gone too far. But you’re still running and Chris’s target is about ten meters away, so he decides to do what he does best.

He decides to save you.

Chris’s feet hit the ground harshly, crushing the flowers beneath him. Running in socks isn’t fun, but at least he has something to protect him. He calls your name and crashes into you with all the force in his body. You both go down and hit the ground from his fierce tackling technique. You go to cry out in pain and lose your mind, but Chris clams his hand over your mouth. “Shh, be quiet. You’re not hurt, okay? I’m sorry I had to do that, but you can’t go running off like that,” he lectures, throwing his right leg over your body. He frames you down, and you don’t have much room to move. You’re frozen in place, chest heaving, and you furrow your eyebrows at his words.

“Listen, I need you to listen. You may not know me and I may not know you, but when I tell you to do something, you’re going to listen. Understood?” he chastised with a harsh tone. You nod meekly, like a little kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “And just so you know, that sweet neighbour of yours over there is wanted by the Feds.” Chris looks over his shoulder and doesn’t see the man there anymore, so he begrudgingly climbs off of your body.

You gulp thickly, out of fear and nervousness. Chris doesn’t seem to want to add on to this newfound information, so your anxiety makes work of it. For all you know, your neighbour could be a murderer. Chris senses your nervousness and gives you a pat on the head, almost as if you’re his pet.

Unbeknownst to you, the sight of you under him, helpless and with his hand clamped over your mouth is something that gets his blood (and hand) pumping. He helps you up, and you don’t even realize it until he brushes some dandelion seeds out of your hair. “Thank you… and thank you for saving me, I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” you shyly speak to him. He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets, finding an old cigarette from before he quit.

“‘S’alright, I just need a few things from you,” he gruffly reassured. “O- Of course, anything for my guest and for the man who saved my life,” you beam with a small giggle punctuating your words. He basks in it, almost as though it’s sunlight over a beach. “Ah, you flatter me. Just tell me about yourself, I’m going to be staying for a while,” he says as he turns around to walk back inside.

A bottle of gin is in Chris’s hands. The colourless yet pale yellow liquid swishes inside its rightful bottle. It’s half full, only because last night, he downed the rest. He hasn’t drunk in a while. Since he got over being left for dead. And that’s only six months ago.

He’s shirtless. Only left in his grey jeans and jewelry. His rings clink against the glass bottle and his bracelets hang a little past his wrist. The gunshot wound on his left side had a faint scar on it. He hates it. Every single time he stares in the mirror, that fucking scar just stares back at him.

His father told him it makes him seem more ‘manly’, but it just feels like a point of weakness. Maybe if he was a little quicker, he would’ve saved that bank teller. He would’ve gotten Silas behind bars. He would’ve been able to be proud of himself.

Chris groans at the memories and spins the cap off of the bottle. It flies somewhere across the room, probably hitting one of the wood walls. He mumbles a ‘fucking hell’ and brings the bottle to his lips. The last time he drank like this was three months ago, and he ended up fucking the bartender.

She was bent over the counter, her tits spilled out of her bra and his cock pummeled into her sloppily.

She ended up kicking him out after they were done.

Chris groans again and sits down on the bed, kicking his legs up. His pants are stained with the pigment of dandelions and grass. The splotchy stains are juxtaposed to the grey of his old jeans. They have wear and tear all over them, but he doesn’t care.

Every now and then, he sighs — he sighs quite deeply. The puffs of air come from deep inside his chest. He tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling, thinking back to earlier today. He smiles to himself, recalling the way you looked so innocent beneath him.

He’s only known you for a few days, and he already has lewd thoughts for you. Fuck. He just can’t help himself, though. Especially with your innocent doe eyes and pretty little dresses. He closes his eyes slowly, using that memory to fuel his much-needed mental images.

You’re beneath him once again, but you’re naked. His hand is wrapped around your throat, and he’s naked too. His cock is slowly driving in and out of you. He’s teasing you. Your pulsating, wet walls hug his fat cock, and you’re both moaning softly.

“Daddy…” you whisper to him, clenching around his cock. “What’s wrong, baby?” he softly asks you. “Please fuck me harder, please, Daddy,” you beg to him, before biting down onto your bottom lip. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock like that, baby,” he shakes his head.

“I can take it, Daddy, I’m your good girl.”

Chris opens his eyes and his right hand has found its way down his boxers. His cock is all swollen and hard, hard as a rock. He places the bottle of gin down on the bedside table and gets himself all comfortable. Chris slowly begins to stroke himself gently. He goes from the base all the way to the top, and then back down. His thumb occasionally swipes against his leaking tip and all he can think of is teaching you how to make him — your Daddy — feel good.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, feeling a vein throat against his hand. He moans your name and speeds up his movements. His fingers are slightly sticky, but it’s the type of sticky he doesn’t mind. He begins to slow his hand down, and he sighs, not wanting to come just yet. He hasn’t been this hard in ages, and touching himself feels so fucking good.

“Did you say my name? Is everything alright?” you ask, barging into his room. He jumps and his hand flies out of his pants. You both stare at each other, not even daring to blink. You eventually break eye contact and notice the bottle of gin sitting on the bedside table. There’s only a sixth of it left, and you frown. You don’t like it when people you care about drink. “Uhm…” he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and then takes in your form.

You’re in a nightgown, and it’s sheer as fuck. The gin gets to him and his mind has a slight buzz to it. His heart beats rapidly and his cock throbs with want and need. Chris’s eyes rake up and down your body like how they usually do whenever you’re in front of him. His mother would scold him for ogling at you, but he just doesn’t care anymore.

“I- I am so so so sorry, I should’ve knocked. I just thought you needed help with something because I heard you say my name, but sometimes I just tend to hear random things, so sorry,” you apologize in a panicking manner. You slowly walk back to the door, but you don’t turn around. Your bare feet leave a faint imprint on the floor from the cold sweats that have taken over your body.

“Come back here,” he orders, sitting up on the bed. Chris’s unbuckled belt clanks quietly, and he begins to remove it in one quick motion. You gulp thickly and exhale shakily. You slowly walk to where Chris is sitting, and he pats the spot next to him. You’ve never had such an interaction with anyone, ever. You sit down next to him, but you keep your distance.

Alcohol should not be called alcohol in Chris’s utmost humble opinion. No, it should just stick to its nickname ‘liquid courage’ because it’s more accurate than anything else. He may not seem like it, but he’s just a man who doesn’t have the heart to do much. Adrenaline doesn’t exist for him anymore, not since the incident.

Chris turns his head and stares at your pretty face. You look down, unable to make eye contact with such a God-like man. You have to assume that even Apollo is envious of Chris’s beauty. “How’d you hear me? Because I know these walls aren’t thin enough, and I know I wasn’t being loud, so tell me; How’d you hear me?” he interrogates you like one of Silas’s companions, but this time is slightly different.

Lust is what’s pumping through his veins, not rage.

“Uhm, well… My room was right there, and I wasn’t doing anything but thinking, and since your bed is against the wall, I- I heard you say my name,” you explain shyly. He hums, and you’re not sure whether it’s a hum of delight or disbelief. “Thinking of what?” he presses, inching his body closer to yours.

You continue to stare at his hand, even though you can feel his heavy breathing against your face. “I… Well- I was uh,” you stutter embarrassingly, and it makes you burn up with shame. “Spit it out, little girl, and don’t think of lying to me,” he growls, placing his hand on your thigh. Your gaze follows his movements, and you take in the set of rings that adorn his fingers.

They’re all black and of similar styles. One has a skull, one is completely plain, one has a cross on it and the last one has the word ‘Daddy’ engraved on it. His veins are so prominent. They bulge out with intensity, and you’d just love to trail your fingers along each of them. “Am I going to have to force an answer out of you?” he roughly asks. His other hand goes to the back of your head and he brings your gaze to his face.  

You quickly shake your head in objection, and he raises his eyebrows for you to spit your answer out. “I was thinking about you, and the way you tackled me…” you admit to him in a low and soft voice. “You liked the way I was on you, little girl?” he asks, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “Y- Yeah, made me feel all… Tingly…” you whisper to him.

“I want to hear you say it, little girl,” Chris ushers, squeezing the back of your neck slightly. “I liked the way you were on top of me…” you tell him breathlessly. “Good girl,” he praises in a slightly deep voice. He pulls you onto his lap and you gasp. His hard, wanting cock is right under your thighs, and you exhale nervously.

“You feel that, little girl? That’s all because of you, you did this to me. And you’re proud of it, aren’t you? Got me so fucking hard just because of you.” Chris squeezes your waist, and you really can feel it all. He’s not wrong, either. You’re so proud that you’ve made a man like him so desperate for you. “Do you know what I was doing, little girl? I was jerking off to the thought of fucking that cunny of yours until you’re begging me to stop,” he growls in your ear.

You moan softly, and the picture comes to mind, making your pussy gush with want. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, placing his hand on your inner thigh. You nod, and he raises his eyebrows in warning again. “Yeah, I want that so bad,” you murmur to him. You and your pussy want him so bad. Chris’s hand inches further up your thighs until he’s just an inch away from your bare pussy.

Your thighs are already slightly sticky from your arousal. “Do you know what jerking off is, little girl?” he asks, pulling his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a pathetic, child-like whine, and he begins to lift up your nightgown until he sees your naked body. “Kind of… Isn’t that when a man touches himself? Like how women touch their… down there?” you innocently ask him.

Chris chuckles at how cute you are. So innocent yet oh so slutty. “Have you ever touched yourself, little girl?” he asks, lifting the nightgown over your head. It’s strewn across the floor behind you, and neither of you cares. But you quickly use your hands to cover your most precious, most private parts. “No, no, I don’t want to see any of that. You’re so beautiful, baby, you’re built like an absolute angel,” he husks, and you feel so flustered that you can’t help but giggle.

“T- Thank you… And I’ve done it a few times,” you inform him. Chris nods and smirks, catching the way your nipples have pebbled up. “Have you ever made someone feel good before?” he questions, trailing his broad hands up and down your body. “N- No, it’s pretty lonely up here…” you almost-ashamedly admit. He coos at you. “Do you want me to teach you how to make me feel good, little girl?” he questions, palming your tits.

You moan softly and rub your thighs together as he pinches and pulls at your hard nipples. You’re so small in his large hands, it makes him even harder. You nod your head fervently, wanting to make Chris feel so fucking good. Chris takes his hands away from your body and shifts you in his lap. He reaches down his pants and pulls his cock out of his boxers.

You gasp, having never seen something as big as that. He smirks and uses his right hand to grasp the base of his thick cock. Chris brings your dominant hand down to where his cock is and guides you to wrap your fingers around him. Chris shudders at your soft touch, and he moans softly. “Good girl, yeah,” he praises. “Wrap your hand around me a bit tighter, baby,” he urges, and you do exactly that.

He groans loudly and a small smile stretches across your lips. “N- Now, you’ve got to move your hand up and down. Start off slowly, go all the way to the tip, and then back down,” he instructs, even though he’s helping you out. His hand brings yours all the way to the tip, and then back down; just like he said. His hand leaves yours and goes back to feeling up your pretty body.

“Now do it by yourself, but in a twisting motion, little girl.”

You listen to his words and jerk him off, feeling yourself get wet as his cock twitches in your hand. Your clit throbs and so do the veins on the side of his shaft. Chris curses, and you bite down on your bottom lip. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck, your hand feels so good around me,” he moans, squeezing your waist. You focus on his cock, watching as pre-cum leaks from the tip and down the side of his dick.

It drips onto your slow-moving hand, and you exhale as your movements grow a bit faster. You look at him, watching as his pupils darken with lust. You can tell — it’s written on his face — he wants you to go faster. Your hand speeds up around his cock, making him a moaning mess. “Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl. You like making me feel good, don’t you? So eager to please like the good little girl you are,” Chris husks.

His praise goes straight to your needy cunt and he knows this because he can just tell. Your thighs rub together, your breath hitches, you let out a giggle and squeeze a little tighter around his cock. Chris’s hand goes up to your head and smashes your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, and you straddle both his thighs to get more comfortable.

You place your other hand on his cock and mimic your dominant hand’s movements. You try to keep up with the kiss, but you just can’t. Teeth clash and so do tongues as Chris moves his mouth against yours. He pants and his chest heaves as you continue to stroke him. “Go faster, baby,” he urges, and he pulls his mouth away from yours. He can feel you soaking his jeans, your wetness joining the abundant amount of rips and tears in the material.

Your hand moves faster, twisting perfectly and occasionally squeezing his most sensitive spots as well. Chris pushes your hands away abruptly, and you’re confused. Did you do something wrong? Does he not like you anymore? What happened? “Shit, wrap your mouth around the tip, little girl. Trust me, you’re gonna fucking love it,” he says, and you quickly do so.

You’ll do anything to please him. His mushroom tip is leaking and a raging red. It’s the same red as the rest of his cock, and you could swear it’s almost purplish. You can tell he’s aching because you’ve been through a similar thing. You drop down to the floor and kneel in front of Chris. Your lips smooth around the tip of his hard cock, and you can taste him as soon as he hits your tongue.

He tastes of musk and manliness, along with a hint of saltiness, and it’s oh so addicting. You keep the tip of his cock in your mouth like it’s one of your favourite lollipops and smile around him. Chris smiles and wraps his hand around himself. He jerks himself off quickly, desperate to come in your mouth. “Fucking shit– god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” Chris rasps as he reaches his climax.,

His balls tighten up and his blue eyes roll back into his skull. White, hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out of his tip and fill your mouth. You’re not sure why, but a moan escapes past your throat, and it only makes Chris’s high much better. Chris places both hands on the sides of your head and holds you there, gently. You swallow all his cum as it fills your mouth and leaks from the corners of your lips.

Chris so desperately wants to push your head farther down his cock, but he knows he shouldn’t. Plus, there’s always going to be more time for things like that. He pulls your head away from his cock and watches as a string of saliva tries to keep the two of you connected. You gently lick your lips, still savouring his taste and he smiles down at you. You can’t lie — you feel giddy. Giddy in a way in which you crave his praise and approval like no other.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that? Thank you for helping me out… I do suppose I should return the favour, right?” he teasingly says, lifting you up into his lap. You shake your head out of nervousness. “No? … Why not, baby?” Chris asks, and you gulp thickly. “Don’t wanna rush it… I- never mind, you wouldn’t understand,” you look down and fiddle with your fingers.

The grooves of your nails are smoothed over by your pointer finger. Some dips and rises make you cringe, and others satisfy you. He looks down at your hands and notices the skin picked on the sides. He knows how painful those can be, and he doesn’t want you to feel any pain at all. “I’ll try to understand, darling, but if you don’t tell me, then I’ll be completely clueless,” he speaks to you lowly. “I like the way your words make me feel…” you shyly admit to him.

“Aw, how do they make you feel, baby?” Chris presses, grasping your two hands together. “All warm and small… makes me feel like I have it all. Hey, that rhymes!” you exclaim, bubbling in the utmost adorable giggles ever. “You’re a natural poet, darling. But tell me more…” he urges, rubbing his coarse thumbs against your soft skin. “I get butterflies, and I feel all shy and safe. Your words make me so comfortable yet so vulnerable…” you describe to him even though words can’t describe what you feel.

“Is that right, baby? You’re so cute… Do you- Do you get all tingly and babyish when I use my words?” Chris hesitatingly asks. His voice is so gentle and soft, a low whisper that is so soothing to your ears and rough edges. You nod meekly and smile to yourself. Your cheeks may hurt from all the laughter he caused earlier today but that doesn’t refrain you from hiding your smile.

Now, Chris is no doctor. He’s no professional, he’s no master. He’s just a broken man, but he knows exactly what you’re talking about. But he won’t explain what it is, because he needs you to learn on your own. Maybe with some guidance from him, but he won’t trick you into thinking something completely off base.

“Let’s get cleaned up, okay? Then we’ll sleep, you need the rest. We both do.”

He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering. But he isn’t. He was never. The stick-and-poke tattoo may seem a bit much, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. Your name is written in your pretty handwriting. The ink is in his skin, and he’s practically marked as yours, now.

The days go by slower, much slower than he’d like them to. But it doesn’t matter now, because his mission is over, and he’ll be leaving soon. But Chris doesn’t want to leave. His wanderlust has found an end as he finally has a place where he’s meant to be. He’s found heaven in the hills, and between your legs.

“D- Daddy…” you whisper under your breath, loud enough for him to hear. Your hands are locked with his, and they rest at your sides. You’re just in a small bralette, and your hard nipples poke through the fabric. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your ankles lace together behind his head. Your neck aches from the angle your body is in, but the pleasure blooming from your core is much more powerful.

Chris is between your legs, and he hums against your wet, throbbing pussy. You moan loudly and squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling. He sucks on your clit harshly, and wetness seeps from your hole. “Feels so good… Oh, my…” you pant. Your hips gyrate and you subconsciously grind your wet cunt against Chris’s face. He pulls his face away from your pussy and licks a broad stripe against you.

You moan again and squeeze his hands tighter. His tongue swirls around your swollen and throbbing clit, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Your taste is addictive, and he could stay between your legs for hours on end, if not for eternities. His beautiful, lovely rings dig into the sides of your fingers, but you don’t care. Chris may treat you like a delicate doll, but he should know how much you love it when he’s rough with you.

“I think I’m gonna come, Daddy…” you cry out to him before a strangled moan leaves your mouth. Chris pulls away from your pussy once again, but this time he spits on your lips. His saliva drops down your cunt and mixes with your wetness, and he goes back to devouring you. He eats you out like a starved man, and you’re squealing at the overwhelming pleasure.

If he was on death row, he’d have your sweet pussy as his last meal.

His tongue works over your clit and brings you closer and closer to your release. It’s coming fast. A searing, heated feeling takes over your body and abdomen as your back arches off your couch. Chris is as hard as a rock, staring you directly in the eyes, and he makes you come on his mouth.

“Oh- Daddy!” you cry out loudly, your mouth falling open into a silent, voiceless scream. Your eyes roll back into your skull and in Chris’s past words, you look like a brain-dead slut. Your wetness gushes out of your drooling hole, and he laps it all up with no problem. He drinks up everything you give him, and then some. Your hands are still laced with his and your chest rises and falls at a fast pace.

“Shh… You did amazing, little one. Taste so fucking sweet, just like nectar,” he hums like a hummingbird, before smacking his lips. You slowly come down from your high as he strokes your hands with his thumbs. Your lids are slightly heavy, but you don’t want to get any shut-eye. Time away from Chris is practically a sin in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy,” you gratefully reply.

“You’re welcome, little one. Got me so hard,” he husks as he moves to get up. He carefully handles your body and pulls out a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans. They’ve been washed and scrubbed but there are still faint dandelion and pollen stains that he just doesn’t care enough about. Though the adorable face you were making whilst washing them is something that’ll never leave his mind.

Just like the mental image of you coming undone beneath him.

“Can I make you feel good, Daddy? Pretty please?” you ask sweetly and Chris knows he could say yes, but he doesn’t want to. Making you feel good pleases him, but he doesn’t want to sound so poetic so he chuckles. “Soon, little one, I need to clean you up properly,” he tells you and you jut your bottom lip out, pouting. He coos at you and you scrunch your nose up at the attention.

“But I’m all clean, Daddy!” you reason, reaching over to palm his hard cock through his jeans. Chris chokes on his saliva at the feeling of your touch. “In a bit, little one, you need to listen to Daddy. Okay?” he rasps with a warning in his voice. “Okay, Dada…” you trail off with a deep sigh punctuating your sentence. You fiddle with your fingers as Chris carefully cleans up your pussy.

The damp washcloth is gentle against your sensitive skin. Each movement of his is carried by gentleness and love. “I have a question, Daddy,” you hum after a few seconds of silence. “Go ahead, mushy one,” he says with a smile. You giggle at the nickname before calming yourself down. “Were you really wandering?” you bluntly ask him. Chris’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets, and you gasp.

“What do you mean, little one?” he asks, looking up at you. “Well… You said you were a wanderer! And that’s how you found me! But you don’t seem like a wanderer, you’re too clever to be one,” you explain with a smile on your face. Chris begins to chew on the inside of his cheek, and the skin has already been filled with bite marks and scars. At this point, he should tell you, right? You already know the deepest, most darkest pieces and part of him.

You’ll love him no matter what.

“Well, I wasn’t wandering. You’re so smart, little one. The smartest baby in the world!” he cheers and moves to get up. He sits in the empty spot next to you and lifts you into his lap. You’re still naked and Chris has his shirt off (as usual), so the skin-on-skin contact has you feeling even sleepier. “Sometimes, we lie to protect people. I lied, to protect you, along with many other people. Myself included, of course,” he starts.

“I was sent here with the sole purpose of bringing in your criminal neighbour,” he pauses “and I did.” You nod along with his words, your mind only allowing the most important phrases to sink in. “I arrested him around a month ago, and I was supposed to leave three weeks ago,” he sadly sighs. You look up in a panic, and you’re in shock. “Two weeks ago, I turned in my resignation. I’m not going anywhere,” he quickly adds and your face lights up.

“I’m staying with my best girl, okay?” Chris smiles and leans in to kiss you. You let him do so because God-damn, you’d let him do anything he wants to you. “T- Thank you so much, Daddy!” you squeal and hug him tightly. He laughs in a beautiful cacophony of sounds, and it’s right in your ear.

Chris feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders as you writhe around in his arms. You wiggle around on his hard cock and Chris suppresses a groan. His hands trail from your shoulders to your waist, down to your hips. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and excitement runs in your veins at his touch. Your head rolls back and you exhale shakily. He grips your hips tightly, and you involuntarily buck your hips against his crotch.

Both you and Chris moan before he moves both his hands to your ass. He gropes you roughly, feeling a bit of your wetness on his fingers. “Oh, baby… What’s all that for? Hm? Didn’t Daddy just eat your sweet little pussy out?” he asks in a slightly worried tone. “Y- Yeah… But I can’t help it, Daddy, you always make me so tingly…” you admit to him, shyly.

“Mmm, I like knowing I do this to you. Gets me so fucking hard,” he groans, slapping your ass. You yelp in surprise, but it gets cut off by a whimper. Chris caresses the hit skin and soothes you down from the shock. He smiles at you and then lands another hit. Then another, and then another.

The sting is addictive, just like he is. It leaves you writhing in both pain and pleasure and yet you still want more. “M- more, please,” you quietly beg and Chris coos at you as if you're a pet. And the truth isn’t far off. The coolness of his rings is both brutal and comforting. It soothes you yet acts as if they didn’t just hurt you. “You want more, baby?” he asks in that sweet yet sultry condescending tone of his.

You nod your head and chew on your bottom lip. “‘S too bad you’re gonna have to take what I give you and keep quiet, baby,” he husks, and you whine loudly. Chris flips your bodies around and suddenly you’re on your back, and he’s leaning over you. He locks lips with you and you try your hardest to keep up with the kiss.

His lips move sloppily against yours, but you don’t mind because you’ll take anything he gives you. You moan into true kiss and Chris wedges his knee between your legs. You’d hump him like a bunny because that’s what the demon on your shoulder is telling you to do. But the last time you did something without his permission, you weren’t allowed to make him come for a week.

You just know you’re soaking his jeans but neither of you cares. Chris kisses the corner of your mouth and trails down to your neck, peppering kisses behind as if he’s leaving a trail on your body for when he’s going to explore you later. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw tickles you and Chris falls even more in love with you as your laughter fills the air.

“D- Dada…” you whisper to him as you tilt your head back. His lips land on that sweet spot of yours and your back arches off the couch. Chris smiles against your skin and begins to suck on that sweet spot. Your breath hitches as he bites, licks and sucks on your skin. He marks you up like no other, and you know how much he loves to know that you’re all his.

“Dada… No teasing, please,” you sweetly ask in your soft tone. And how can he turn you down? “In a bit, little girl, be patient for Daddy.” Chris continues to mark you up until he’s satisfied. The feeling of his teeth against your neck and collar bones makes you even wetter than you already are. Possessiveness is carried in his movements, and it only drives you to be needier.

Chris moves further down from your collar bones to the valley of your breasts. Each curve of yours makes him want to sin without any repentance afterwards. He places a kiss there and then looks up at you. “Please, Daddy,” you whisper so quietly it takes him a few seconds to realize what you’ve said. Chris’s hand wraps around your body to your back.

He slowly unclasps your bralette and drags it away from your body at the same pace. You both maintain eye contact all whilst he undresses you to your vulnerability. Chris throws your bra somewhere behind him and places his hands on your body. “Aw, baby… You’re so cute and small,” he sweetly says in an almost shocking manner. Almost as if he doesn't use the size difference as a weapon to make you all soft and mushy.

“Hm, thank you, Daddy,” you tell him because good girls always have manners. “So good, using your manners for Daddy,” he praises, and you wonder if he can read your mind. Your Daddy can do anything, so it would be no surprise if he can. Chris sits upon his knees, but he remains in his towering position. Gently, and with care, he spreads your legs open until he’s satisfied.

He watches as you clench your needy pussy. He just knows your clit is throbbing, and you’re tingly because he just has that effect on you. “Poor baby… Is this all for Daddy?” he asks, and you quickly nod. “Say it, tell me it’s all because of me,” he growls placing his hands on your thighs. Chris slowly moves his hands further down your thighs. His touch is gentle, and he can feel the goosebumps on your thighs beginning to raise.

“‘S all yours, daddy. It’s all because of you,” you tell him breathlessly. “And this pussy is all mine, isn’t it, little girl?” he asks, inching closer to your wet pussy. “Mhm, only yours, Daddy!” you happily assure him, and he smirks at you. “That’s right, little girl. And since it’s all mine, doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want with it?” he questions, and you nod with no hesitance at all.

Chris traces your wet pussy with his ring-donned pointer finger. “Oh my…” you gasp at the feeling. It may not be much, but your sensitive little pussy struggles to handle it. You clench around nothing again, and he watches, before chuckling at you. “Such a pretty pussy you have, baby, I can’t fucking wait to ruin it,” Chris growls, and you whimper. “Gonna fill you up with my cum after I fuck you, little girl,” he promises, and you never wanted to be fucked so badly until now.

He wonders if his cock could even fit inside you. Usually, he’d want to eat you out and finger you to prepare you. But he’s now thinking with what’s between his legs, and not what’s between his ears. He trails that same pointer finger on your pussy, and becomes mesmerized with the sight. Chris watches as your hole drools with want and need, whilst you watch him.

His already dark eyes are blown out with lust, and it only turns you on even more. Chris knows you’re watching him. He’s not one of the best agents in the FBI for no reason. He looks up at you, and you lock eyes with each other. He smirks and pulls his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a whine, but you still pout in disappointment. Chris begins to unbuckle his pants, and you’re filled with eagerness.

You smile widely, and he coos. “Aw, you’re such a desperate little slut, it’s adorable,” he chuckles, and you shy away. He pulls down his jeans along with his boxers slowly. Chris takes off his jeans and boxers completely, and throws them somewhere around the house. You watch as his cock bounces up and leaks with pre-cum. You just know he’s aching because of how red his cock is.

He’s big, and you already know that. But seeing him in all his naked glory is just something else. The simple yet not so simple idea of Chris’s cock being inside of you is electrifying. It’s both terrifying and exciting. He grabs the base of his cock and the prickly hair pokes the soft skin of his hands, but he doesn’t care. His left hand goes back to your pussy, and begins to rub circles on your clit.

“Oh… Daddy,” you moan quietly. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, so you involuntarily try to shut your legs and keep Chris out. Your knees touch for a brief moment, and he’s having none of that. He separates your legs and climbs on top of you, all while staring you directly in the eyes. His cock drags against your inner thigh. “Oh, is it too much for you, little one?” he asks with faux pity in his tone. You nod and clench your fists to control yourself.

“Too fucking bad, you’re gonna take whatever I give you, and you’re not gonna complain. Isn’t that right, little girl?” he sneers, and you gasp. Usually, you can’t handle someone who raises their voice in the slightest. But hearing Chris do it makes the butterflies in your stomach fly. “Yes, Daddy,” you hum delightfully, and he smiles. “Good girl,” he praises. Chris presses harder on your sensitive pearl of nerves and rubs you in faster circles.

“Daddy…” You moan and it goes straight to his cock. He looks up at you and just knows you’re beginning to drive up that cliff. He slows down his ministrations on your nub, and you bite back a loud whine. “You’re so needy, baby… Already so close to coming, it’s kind of pathetic…” he trails off and more wetness leaks out of you. You’re absolutely soaked and are a little bit ashamed of it.

“Please, Daddy! I’m so close, I’ll do anything,” you beg, but he just doesn’t buy it. “You’ll already do anything I tell you, baby, begging is so useless,” Chris chortles. You let out a small huff and move your hips in a circle, grinding against his thumb. In a flash of blurry moments, Chris pulls his hand away from your pussy and wraps around your neck. He squeezes the sides of your throat, and you gasp quite loudly.

He raises his eyebrow in warning, and you nod in understanding. “Good girl, I don’t want to put you over my knee when I’m feeling so gracious,” he assures, and you smile. Chris brings the tip of his cock to your swollen, needy clit and his pre-cum begins to mix with your wetness. You both moan softly as he rubs his tip on your clit. Your bottom lip finds a home between your teeth and Chris’s tongue swipes over his.

The sight and feeling of his cock on your silky pussy make him so weak in the knees. “Fuck, baby, do you like that? You like it when Daddy makes you feel good with his cock?” Chris asks in a deep, gravelly voice. “Yeah, Daddy… love it so much…” you tell him through a mushy haze of pleasure.

“You’re getting all dumb and stupid already? You’re so cute, little one,” he purrs, and you giggle at his words even though there’s nothing funny about them. “Do you want my cock, little baby? Say it, tell Daddy you want his cock,” he urges, and you look down to where you’re both nearly connected.

“I wan’ your cock, Daddy. Want it so bad, I need it, Daddy,” you beg, and Chris hums. “Just a little more, little girl, it’s like music to my ears,” he smirks, and you bite your bottom lip. “Sing for me, hummingbird,” he pushes, and you just go with whatever your neediness tells you to do.

“I wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy. I want your cum to fill me up until I’m leaking and all stupid. Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I really want your cock, I need it,” you beg and blood rushes to his face and cock. “Fuck, yeah, I’ll give you my fucking cock, and you better take it like the good girl you are,” he growls, and you whimper. Chris slowly drags the fat tip of his shaft down to your drooling, slutty hole.

You whimper loudly, and he looks back at you. Fear is written all over that pretty face of yours, and Chris knows the exact reason why. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle, okay? If you want to stop just say so, and I’ll listen. I won’t hurt you, darling. I promise,” he gently reassures you. You sigh with an almost heavy yet full heart.

You then nod and Chris thanks you for allowing him to fully make you his. “Wanna hold your hand, Dada… Please,” you ask pleasantly, and he nods. “In a bit, little girl, I just need to be careful,” he whispers. Chris slowly begins to push into your wet, tight cunt. You swallow him slowly, and the sight is mesmerizing.

The tightness of your cunt squeezes him in a strong hug, and he wishes he could be buried deep inside you for the rest of his life. “Fuck- Baby, you feeling so fucking good,” he moans while trying to compose himself. You’re still whimpering from the pain, and your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace.

“C- Can I push all the way in, little one? It’ll only hurt for a bit,” he asks, and he looks deep into your eyes. “Mhm… Wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy, please,” you beg, and Chris tries his hardest not to come right here, right now. He thrusts his hips forward, and bottoms out inside you completely.

Your mouth falls open, and you’re silently screaming. The pain isn’t too much, but you feel as though the wind is being knocked out of you. Chris shifts a bit, and that’s when you start to feel it more. He’s so deep inside you, and he’s splitting you in two. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” he says.

You realize you’re holding your breath and it’s no wonder why your heart was beating out of your chest. “You’re doing so- so well, darling. Your little cunny looks so nice when it’s stuffed full with my cock,” he groans, and you whimper. “Dada, is hurtin’...” you whisper, and Chris wants to pull out because he can’t stand the thought of his little girl being hurt.

“Do you want me to stop, little one?” he asks, but you quickly shake your head in objection. Even though the pressure in your core is dwindling, and even though you feel a little too full, you don’t want him to stop. “No stopping, Daddy, please,” you whine and flail your arms towards him. He shushes you soothingly, and you calm down as soon as he flashes a stern look.

The pain soon burns away into nothing but dust and ash, and you finally see why he was so desperate to shove his cock inside of your cunt. It turns into pleasure and your pussy leaks around him. You’re soaking Chris’s cock with no shame at all. “Oh, fuck, baby… You feel so fucking good,” he moans, and you follow with a gasp. “I like the way y- you feel inside me, Daddy, makes me all tingly…” you admit shyly, and Chris chuckles.

“Yeah? Bet it makes you want to be fucked stupid, right, baby?” he questions with a playful smirk on his face. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan. You’re never aware of your surroundings because you’re too caught up in the moments. It’s something Chris scolds you for, but you never learn. But in this moment, you can feel everything. The veins on his cock throb against your silky walls, and you can feel his balls against your ass. His hot breath fans over you as Chris struggles to compose himself.

He slowly drags his hips backwards, pulling out of your pussy until his tip is the only thing in your cunt. The sudden almost-emptiness is surprising, but you quickly get used to it. Chris then pushes back into your pussy, and you moan loudly. “Fucking hell, little one,” he curses under his breath as he bottoms out again. He begins to fuck into you slowly and gently, careful to not hurt you. Even if he wants to fuck you until you’re crying.

The sound of skin on skin is quiet and almost unintelligible. The squelching sounds from your wet pussy and moans fill the room. Chris gently grips your hips and watches as your face contorts into a frown of pleasure and not pain. “Daddy…” you pant softly as you look up at Chris. “Yeah, baby? Am I hurting you?” he asks out of worry. “N-No, it feels so good…” you trail off as one particular thrust lands near your g-spot. And he knows that.

“Wan’ you to fuck me hard, wan’ you to destroy me, Daddy. Please fuck me like the slut I am…” you gently beg and Chris halts his thrusts. His cock twitches inside of you because of your words. Only he can corrupt an innocent angel such as yourself. “Shit- Little one, I don’t want to hurt you, that’s why I’m being so gentle,” Chris explains, but you shake your head. “You could never hurt me, Daddy. Please, I need you,” you beg for one last time, unaware of what you’ve done to him.

Chris roughly pushes his cock back into your cunt without warning. “Awe, I see. My little princess wants to be fucked like the whore she is, hm? Well, whatever princess wants, she gets,” he growls because beginning to fuck you roughly. You moan loudly at the feeling as with each thrust, his cock pummels against your sweet spot roughly. His pelvic bone rubs against your swollen clit and his grip on your hips tightens.

“Daddy!” you cry out as Chris pounds into your poor pussy. The room fills with moans, groans, curse words and wet sounds that all come from the art you two are making. “Aw, what’s wrong, little girl? Can’t take daddy’s cock anymore? Hm? Well, I don’t really give a fuck, you’re just gonna lie there, and take what I give you like a good fucking girl,” he sneers, and you push at his chest.

“It’s so sensitive!” you wail like a little bitch in heat. “But I bet you don’t want me to stop, do you?” Chris asks as a moan bleeds past his plump lips. “Uh-uh, please don’t stop, Daddy!” you squeal after a harsh thrust. The stretch of Chris’s cock is amazing, and you never want the feeling to stop. Chris’s hand leaves your hip and crawls all the way up to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat, and squeezes the sides, making you clench tightly around his big, thick cock.

He lowers his face to yours and watches as you react to the way he’s being rough with you. “Oh, God!” you cry out as he makes his thrusts more powerful. “Actually, it’s just ‘Daddy’, but I’m fine with that too,” he slyly smirks. You’re too fucked out to even laugh at his joke. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your back begins to arch off of the couch.  “Awe, are you gonna come around my big fat cock already, slut? How cute,” Chris mocks.

You nod your head and begin babbling like a baby. “But remember, little girl, I have to give you permission to come, okay?” he reminds you, and you whine. Chris’s hand around your throat moves up to grab your jaw, and he stops thrusting into you. “None of that is allowed. Don’t forget your place, little girl,” Chris warns with fury seething through his words. You mumble an apology, trying to formulate the proper words to speak.

“Seems like I really did fuck you stupid,” he chuckles, and you moan at his words. You clamp down on his cock, tempting him to do what you want, like a siren using her voice to lure men into the sea. “Open your mouth up first, little girl,” he orders, and you obediently listen. The searing arousal in your core begins to fade away, and you feel a panic beginning to rise inside you.

Chris drags his hand back down to your throat and rests it there. You watch as he puckers his lips up, and suddenly, he spits into your mouth. You open your mouth even wider and stretch your tongue out. His saliva lands directly on your tongue, and you wait for further instructions before you give in to your desires.

“Swallow it, little girl,” he instructs, and you do exactly so. You open your mouth back up just to earn some praise. “Good fucking girl. The best baby ever,” he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Daddy! … Can I have cummies now?” you lovingly ask your Daddy.

“Of course, little one,” he says as he smiles down at you. Chris begins to fuck into you again, deep and hard. With each thrust, he pounds your g-spot and his balls slap against your ass. His remaining hand on your hip moves down to your clit, rubbing your little button with rough circles.

“Daddy… ‘m gonna come!” you moan loudly and Chris fucks you harder. “Come one, baby, come all over my big cock like the good girl you are,” he urges. The building feeling inside you increases, and you feel yourself getting closer to your release. “Fucking come, little girl, wanna hear you sing for me,” he growls. And with one specific thrust, you find yourself coming undone beneath him.

The sight is so fucking beautiful. Watching you as your eyes turn up, your mouth falls open and your cunt hugging his cock just gets him going, and he wishes he could take a picture of you right now. “D- Daddy! Oh, my-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan and Chris keeps on rubbing your clit and fucking you through your orgasm.

You soak his cock until it’s dripping and even then you’re still coming. You moan loudly and Chris can feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. His balls begin to tighten up and a droplet of sweat drips from his neck down to his chest. “Daddy, are you gonna come?” you sweetly ask as he fucks you through your orgasm whilst chasing his own.

“Yeah, baby, Daddy’s gonna fill you up with his cum. I’m gonna leave you leaking with my seed,” Chris growls as he fucks you faster. “Please, Daddy… Please, I want your cum so badly! Please fill me up with your cum, Daddy,” you beg and Chris tosses his head back.

“Fuck, yes, yes yes,” he shouts as his balls tighten up again. He quickens his pace until white, hot, thick ropes of cum spurts out from his aching tip. He fulfills his promise and your wish, filling you up with his cum until there’s nothing left. His cum mixes with your juices as he paints your walls with no expertise whatsoever. Chris slumps on top of your body, engulfing you in a bear hug as his cock remains buried inside of you.

You’re both panting and struggling to come down from the euphoric feelings. You look up at Chris make lock eyes with him for the nth time. There’ll never be a day where you don’t get lost in his eyes. They’re beautiful, absolutely beautiful. “You did so fucking good, little one,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Thank you very, very much, Daddy,” you slur, feeling yourself beginning to sleep into little space. “Daddy?” you call out, tapping his bicep after a few seconds. “Yeah, baby?” he asks, lifting himself up to get a better view of your face. “Will you really stay?” you ask with a bit of worry in your voice. He sighs with a full heart.

“Always.”

[mayalaen]

Liveblogging @grey2510‘s fic Surf and Turf, an @spncoldesthits challenge fic!

I don’t usually read tags, but this is CH, and the tags sometimes include fun stuff. Grey delivers with “no beta we die like poor suckers in a cold open.”

I’m not worried about the lack of beta work by the wonderful @thayerkerbasy. They usually do an awesome job, but CH fics have been known to traumatize, so maybe Thayer ran screaming from this one. Either way, I’m sure it’ll be good.

Liveblogging under the cut so you don’t have to scroll through all my silliness.

I don’t know why the guys slipping in disgusting things always amuses me, but it starts this fic off right that Dean slips and swears, filling his boot 😂

“You drive a car with the fuel efficiency of a Mack truck”

BLASPHEMY SAMMY!! How dare you?! Baby doesn’t count even though she pollutes more than an oil tanker.

As I read this again, I realize I forgot the vines on the bodies in my artwork. Damn. I was too busy doing the pools of blood when Grey probably didn’t even write this with pools of blood in mind. Oh well.

Before Sam could reply, there was movement from the bushes by the edge of the water. The brothers raised their shotguns on instinct as a humanoid figure emerged. Its arms seemed to be made of ropey vines, with hands resembling sticks, yet its legs were scaled and its feet were long and flappy, almost like fins. Its face was most similar to a human, though there appeared to be gills on its neck and its hair was like leaves.

If you haven’t seen my cover art for this fic yet, the above paragraph is Grey’s description of the creature, and my disclaimer is I was high and it wasn’t Grey’s fault that the artwork is so bad. Grey gave a very nice description.

"Alright, Fishsticks, you the one who's been killing the CEO dickbags up at the chemical plant?"

Yes, Dean. Half mermaid, half dryad name mash is definitely Fishsticks 🤣

"Yes, I killed those men. The poison in the water has seeped into the ground, killing everything. The birds, the fish, the plants…" A tear rolled down its face. "I just wanted to protect my home."

Oh you poor bb!! Don’t kill him!

Sam pursed his lips but otherwise ignored his brother's jab. To the creature, he said, "We can stop the chemical plant without killing anyone else. You just need to give us a bit of time. We have a few friends with connections."

Yay, Sammy!! Don’t kill the poor Fishstick!!

"Blackmail or blowing the place up are always solid options, too," Dean added. The creature and Sam opened their mouths to protest, but Dean shook his head. "Fine, fine, no blowing things up. But blackmail stays on the table."

Sounded reasonable to me. Dunno what the problem was.

"So long, Grootiel," Dean said as they watched the creature disappear.

"Grootiel?"

Dean gave Sam a look of duh. "Ya know, Groot and Ariel?"

YES!! That works. Merad and Drymaid wouldn’t have worked at all, Dean!

Dean pulled his already gross boot up from where it had started to sink into the ground. "C'mon, time to Erin Brockovich these sons of bitches."

This fic is screaming to be finished! I mean this is such a cruel ending, but I still enjoyed the ride and hope to one day find out how Dean, Sam, and Fishsticks/Grootiel fix all the things.

Thank you for the fun ride, Grey!

[moon-light-jukebox]

Request List:

Requests are closed. 

Before you request: Please check this list to see if I have something similar. Please let me know if you’ve sent the request to other authors (I’ll still most likely do it), and try to be as detailed as you can. “I want Spencer Reid to bang Reader” isn’t super duper helpful to motivate my writing goblin. 

I try to get these out as quickly as possible, but I’m only a human enslaved to the goblins in my brain. 

Current Requests:

1.   * I finished cm season 14 so I got an idea: In e15s14 jj confesses her love for spencer but he is already in a relationship with reader (is also in BAU) and after the hostage thing Spencer and reader goes to Spencer’s and he tells her everything and reader gets sad and cries and it’s sad and they both start crying and it’s night and rainy and then they make love. I hope it makes sense. Would love it to be long with details and a lot of feelings 2.  I was hoping you could write a request: “Being weird together in museums is a love language” and maybe it’s just fluffy but it could definitely have smut too. I love your writing, and i hope you have a really good day!

3.   hiya! can I request I fic with Spencer x girl reader where she has an English accent and he really loves it! make it fluffy, smutty or whatever you want!! I trust you incredible writing skills :)) thank you!!! :)

4.    spencer reid x reader where she is a switch and thinks that spencer is a sub. one day jj and emily are trying to convince him to cut his hair and she whispers to him that she likes his long hair because then she can pull on it while he goes down on her and boss him around and he answer with something like ‘you wont be the only one bossing around’ and some smut after,please?? thank you 💙 5.    I have a request if you’re open to it! Could you write a maybe angsty fluff piece about a plus size reader and Spencer? Maybe wanting to move forward in a relationship but reader is nervous and self conscious and it starts an argument because he just wants her to stop talking negatively about herself and ends with some beautiful lovey smut? ❣️

6. So I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a Spencer Reid x Reader where she previously worked at the BAU and they dated but broke later broke up and run into each other year’s later and past feelings resurface and they decide to go give it another go? Maybe smut ensues at the end? You don’t have to but it’s just an idea because you write so well! Thank you!

7. I dunno if you like hotchreid, but picture this. Reid blowing hotch with his glasses on and when hotch cums he gets it on reids glasses. I dunno why but the thought of that is just so hot to me // Okay okay, counter idea, reader sits on reids face while he eats her out and his glasses get all messy

8. Not requesting but just planting this little idea in your head imagine dating Spencer and having a sweet moment where he is braiding your hair into to pigtails for you and when he’s done the very sweet moment turns very kinky.

9. Hi beautiful, (SPOILER FOR SEASON 8) I was wondering if you could write a Platonic! BAU (Mostly spencer reid) x reader where the reader is poisoned just like Erin Strauss, but while Erin does die, the reader makes it and everyone is super worried? I love your work and would love to see what you’d do with that request! Stay safe!

10. Hey bb can i make a request? Havent sent this to anyone else. Spencer meeting a jazz musician (preferably a bass play bc i play bass lmao) in New Orleans when he meets up with Ethan? Ethan and reader like play at the same club together and he introduces them? Smut? Fluff? I love your writing and I think you would do a GREAT job executing this!

11. Okay, I know your requests are closed but I just wanted to stop by and say if you’re ever in an angsty mood and need some inspiration- I just listened to a song called “sweater” but Spencer Sutherland and all I could think of is a fic about it with Spencer 😂 quite literally the lyrics are “that’s my sweater, why the fuck you got it on? We’re not together, should have left that shit at home” 😂 I’m just sayin lol

12. I have a request if you’re open to it! I keep having this reoccurring daydream where reader is a music therapist and dating Spencer and helps the team with a case where a child won’t talk and he’s just in awe of watching reader get the kid to open up and it’s just fluffy and sweet!

13. hi! i love your work!! i was wondering if you could write a kind of goofy smut? i’m imagining something along the lines of spencer and reader having been friends for a really long and being super comfortable and silly around eachother but that they’ve also kinda been in love with each other for a long time? when they tell eachother it’s not a big deal and they have sex but it’s really cute? if that makes sense

14. “sleepy girsl are so cute. When they mumble, their voices low and quiet? Adorable? Those big yaws and biiiiiig stretches? So cute! Resting their head on your shoulder and giving you that lazy smile before they drift off again? Oh my godddddd!!!!”

15. omg obviously u have like a million fics on the go cos ur amazing but if u added a praise kink fic to the list let’s just say i wouldn’t complain 😉😘ok but spencer being insecure about his body maybe after everyone’s complimenting derek or something and not wanting u to take his shirt off, and u just absolutely showering him in compliments and telling him all the ways he turns u on and loving on every millimetre of his body and sending him all subby ANYWAY (this is a rant but like also a request if u fancy)

- General Hotch ideas: Sub Hotch, Brat Tamer Hotch, Dom men in lingerie, Spencer calling Reader “daddy,” more about sub drop.

[emeto-things]

Hey! I’m the one who wrote in freaking out about my Moderna shot a few days ago. Firstly, Erin, I cannot thank you for your response enough it was SO kind and empathic. All of your patients are lucky to have you as their nurse cause you really have such a calming personality!! I was really nervous for the shot, but other than a sore arm and some itchiness I was ok! I am very worried for my second dose, but it’s after I’m finished with the semester and I should be able to schedule in therapy before so I shouldn’t be so stressed next time. Thank you again, this blog is really amazing :)

Aw honey, that’s so sweet of you to say 🥺 I’m seriously so proud of you and I hope that you are proud of YOURSELF. You overcame something that really affects you to help other people, and that selflessness is truly amazing. It is totally normal to be nervous. Try not to read too many stories/ask people about their symptoms, too, because every body is going to react sooo differently. Sending you love and again, I am PROUD OF YOU, BB! ❤️ -Erin

[shreyamistry]

you ask for requests, i deliver! lmao but seriously i have so many.... here we go! as always, they/them pronouns for the mc's!

Pairing: Skye x MC

Prompt: “I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy.”

Word Count: 1.3k+

Summary: Skye’s breakdown during lunch and storming away to the bathroom leaves Esme to find her and help her pick herself back up off the floor. Esme finds it difficult to overcome Skye’s barriers, leaving them in a situation. 

A/N: Thanks for these requests Kylie, I hope you liked each and everyone of them! Only 7 more to go (if I counted right lol), hope you’re excited for all of that!!! Love you sm!!!

Find: Hana x MC here and Lily x MC here

Thanks for reading! I hope you like it!

Skye brushes her fingers through the ends ofher hair looking in the mirror in the girls restroom, her chest rising andfalling with her breathing. She forces her eyes closed gripping the edge of thecounter trying to calm herself down, her fingernails scraping against thecounter. Her hair falls in her face as she looks down at the running watersplashing some of the freezing water onto her face. The water does little tohelp her, just leaves her face wet and smudged her eyeliner. She shakes herhead with annoyance before throwing a wad of paper towel in annoyance.

“Skye! We need to talk.” Turning around, shecomes face to face with her problems. They stand not far from her their handsawkwardly holding onto each other, wanting to reach out to Skye, but scared todo so. “What’s going on with you? I don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“I’m fine, Esme.” Skye lies, pushing a smileto her lips. “Just felt sick is all.”

“Bullcrap.” Esme shakes their head, walking tothe paper towel dispenser pulling a paper towel free turning their attention toSkye whose face flickers with surprise at Esme’s tone and use of even the wordbullcrap. “You ran out of lunch after yelling at Ajay and Erin.” They bring thedry paper towel to her face, drabbing away the water that lingers on her skin.“You need to talk to me, Skye. I… I miss you. I miss us. What happened to us?”

Skye recoils from Esme turning her attentionto the mirror. They were right and Skye knew it, she missed Esme even more thanthey missed her. But how could she admit that? She didn’t deserve that kind ofkindness in her life, she never felt happier than when she was with them andyet she continued to push them away. She settles into a resolve; she needs todo this before they have the chance to hurt her.

“I have to go, Esme,” she whispers, picking upher backpack off the floor. “And you need to get to class.” Esme blocks Skye’spath, not allowing her to leave the bathroom just yet. They needed one lastattempt to get Skye to hear them out and this was the last chance they knewthey’d have after the explosion this morning.

“I’m not leaving here until wefix…whatever’s wrong, Skye.” Esme takes Skye’s hand into their own, brushingtheir fingers over the smooth skin of her hand. Her chipped black nail polishand flecks of paint from working on scenes and backdrops for the theatreproduction. “I’m begging you, Skye, please stop pushing me away. Let me helpyou. Let me be here for you.”

“Why? Why do you care so much?” Mascara lacedtears roll down Skye’s cheeks, dropping her backpack onto the floor landingwith a heavy thud from her textbooks. Her tears drop onto her striped sweater,soaking the fabric in messy mascara tears.

Esme smiles, “Because I love you.”

“Damn it.” Skye huffs, pulling one of herhands-free wiping the back of it against her cheek. “I don’t deserve you, Esme.I’ve lost everything…my family, my friends, and now I’m losing you guys.”

“You’re not losing us, definitely not me.”Esme brushes their thumb back and Skye’s hand. “You will always have me, nomatter what happens with this dumb election. You’re my girlfriend and my bestfriend Skye. I would sooner drop out of helping any side of the election thanlose the most important person in my life.”

Skye moves to wrap her arms around Esme’sneck, pulling them closer to her, her lips curved into a sad smile beforeflattening into sobs. Heaving heavy sobs into Esme’s neck clinging to them forsupport, Skye questions everything. Esme doesn’t hesitate to hold Skye tightlyencasing her in their embrace rubbing their hand up and down her back. Skyesmells the floral scent of their perfume feeling herself calm down a little,the comfort that she’s long missed since Esme started spending more time withthe student government nonsense.

She never wanted to lose this, but her mindkept telling her she would. Why wouldn’t it? Everyone else always left her,she’d have to fend for herself her whole life while everyone bowed down toBrian and ignored her, the goth freak daughter her family never wanted andpeople were scared of. Even before she started dressing more goth like, peoplewere scared of her or didn’t like her and she turned to this as her shield toprotect her from the weathering war around her and in her mind. She seen thisstory unfold too many times to let herself get trapped in the fallout, she knewfrom the beginning she had to ditch before she got too attached and she failed.She couldn’t ditch Esme, her friends, even her family. She hated them so much,yet she couldn’t stop herself from feeling like she wanted them in her life tolove her to love them back and she knew it’d never happen. But Esme wouldalways love her, even at her worth and they proved time and time again thatthey did, but Skye couldn’t let that wall down. Her last defense againstheartbreak.

Skye stayed silently in Esme’s arms, herbreathing calmly out, the fabric of their sweater still balled up under hersmall hands. She sniffles quietly. The story changed and she knew it, shecouldn’t run from her friends anymore, they weren’t going to leave her at leastnot Esme and Rory. She was tired of running from them, she couldn’t pretendthis didn’t hurt her as much as she let on anymore, she just wanted Esme again.To go back to the way things were pre-election. She didn’t even think shedeserved that, what had she done to? She did nothing but push Esme away fromthe start, why would someone care about her when all she does is hurt them. Shedidn’t understand why Esme cared so much, why anyone would care about SkyeCrandall.

Skye grip on Esme’s shirt loosens taking astep back away from them, looking into their eyes sweetly. Esme smiles down ather, taking her face into their hands admiring her features. They brush a loosestrand of hair behind her ear brushing their nose against Skye’s causing her togiggle sweetly despite her better nature not to. She couldn’t hide it thistime, the feeling made her heart leap into her throat and made her smile.

Esme looks at Skye sincerely, “You’re myentire world. I would drop everything for you, Skye. All you have to do is ask,and all I ask from you in return is to stop shutting me out. Let me be herefor you when you need me.”

“Ishouldn’t be allowed to be this happy.” She whispers.

Esme sighs sadly, “Skye, you deserve theworld.”

“I don’t.” She whispers.

“I’m still going to give you the world untilyou realize you deserve it.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“But, I’m your idiot.”

Skye and Esme pull away smiling shyly at oneanother. Esme leans down pulling a makeup wipe out of Skye’s bag, bringing itto Skye’s face, dabbing clean the skin where the mascara ran. Their fingerstrace over Skye’s beautiful features, cleaning up the remaining mess of herbreak down.

“Beautiful. Stunning. Skye, you could be amodel for Cryptic Looks.” Esme smiles. Skye smiles sheepishly back. After a moment longer, sheleans in pressing her lips to Esme’s capturing her in a gentle lingering kisswanting to fall into this moment for the rest of her life. She wanted nothingmore to live here in this memory with the only person who loved her unconditionally.

[kedsandtubesocks]

top 5 horror movies 👀

GAHHHHHH what an ask! You came for my THROAT ERIN 😭 (but thank you ily)

✨Top 5 Horror Movies✨

The original Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Hellraiser (1987)

An American Werewolf in London

The Exorcist

Suspiria

There’s still so many that I want to list IM UPSET 😫

[serpounce-moved]

Last Line Meme

I was tagged by @josephseeds-rosary, thank you bb!! The last thing I was writing was for you, so I’m going to pick another project so I don’t ruin the surprise 👀

Tagging: @softseeds and @finefeatheredfarcryplayer, but no pressure!!

Erin closed her eyes as she put her head on John’s shoulder. It was a peaceful evening in the Holland Valley, all things considered. Erin was able to sneak away from the Resistance that night, coming up with a story about how it was the anniversary of an uncle’s death that she was upset about and she wanted some time away from everyone to grieve. It was bullshit, and she knew she shouldn’t lie about something like that, but she was also running out of reasons to disappear for the night. She was also running out of makeup and excuses to cover up the hickeys and bite marks that John would leave along her neck, shoulders, and collarbones. At least it was starting to get colder out, and she could get away with wearing her scarves and high-collared jackets. She knew Nick was starting to catch on that maybe Erin’s casual relationship with John was starting to pick up again. But if he had realized it, he didn’t say anything to Erin yet. She just had to keep bracing herself for that conversation.

[skyecrandall]

Choices Community Awards 2018 : Nominations Results + Link to final polls

First up now that we have concluded with the nomination phase, it is now time to start the final step of the CCA 2018. Click the link underneath to get redirected to the poll in question.

Link to polls of the CCA Finals

You have until Saturday 12 January at 23:59 (GMT+4) to vote.

Please try to vote unbiased and fairly. You do not require any email or send in any personal details to vote. Just click the link and make your selections.

Also please spread this post around so please Reblog. Thank you.

Anyway, If you want to see the results of the nomination phase , press the read more link.

Best Male LI:

1) Ernest Sinclaire - 15 votes

2) Tom Sato - 9 votes

3-Tied) Damien Nazario , King/Prince Liam - 8 Votes

5) Beckett Harrington - 5 votes

Best Female LI:

1) Annabelle Parssons - 15 votes

2) Kamilah Sayeed - 9 votes

3) Hana Lee - 8 votes

4) Estela Montoya - 7 votes

5-Tied) Sloane Washington , Skye Crandall, Hayden Young, Victoria Fontaine - 6 Votes

Best Supporting Character(Male):

1) Elliot Vance - 18 

2) Zack Zilberg - 13

3) Diego Oritz Soto - 9

4) Zeph Hernadez - 8

5) Mr.Chambers - 7

Best Supporting Character (female):

1) Nadia Park - 19

2-Tied) Briar Daly, Olivia Nevrakis -15

3) Michelle Nguyen - 10

4) Erin Ward -8

Best Antagonist

1) Cecile Contreras - 16

2) Gaius Augustine - 7

3) Nathan Sterling - 6

4) Jeff Duffy - 5

5) Duke Richards - 4

Best MC

1) D&D MC - 14

2) PM MC - 12

3) BB MC - 8

4) ILB MC - 7

5) TRR MC - 5

Best Atmosphere

1-Tied) It Lives Beneath , Desire & Decorum - 14

3-Tied)The Elementalist (Eww) , Veil Of Secrets - 8

5) Bloodbound

Best Book

1- Tied) Desire & Decorum , Perfect Match (Book 1) - 13

3) It Lives Beneath - 12

4) Bloodbound - 10

5) Veil Of Secrets - 8

Most Humane

1) Hayden Young - 14

2) Imogen Wescott - 5

3) Damien Nazario - 4

4-Tied) Elliot Vance , Skye Crandall - 3

Best Non-Mc Romance

1) Mr.Chambers X Mr.Konevi - 14

2) Elliot X Robbie - 11

3) Nadia X Steve - 8

4) Zahra X Craig - 7

Best Non-Romantic Relationship

1) Elliot / ILB MC - 16

2) Nadia / PM MC - 5

3-Tied) Andy/Tom, Michael/Maria, Olivia/TRR MC, Nadia/PM MC, Kamilah/Adrian - 4

Best Plot-Twist

1) Damien being replaced by Dames - 14

2) Nathan being a snake - 5

3) Evil duffy - 4

Funniest Character

1) Maxwell Beaumont - 13

2-Tied) Nadia Park , Lily Spencer - 8

4) Tom Sato - 4

5) Jeff Duffy - 3

Thank you again to everyin who sent in their nominations. The turn out might have not been as great as last year but I didn’t let this get to me and I continued the process. Unfortunately since I started my first job, posting the results of the nomination phase got delayed.

I will request you to participate to the CCAs one last time for this season and go vote for the finalists in the link above.

-Chetav, with love

[cards-onthetable]

Seems I'm wearing grumpy pants again... sorry

(LOL OOPS I get notifications for asks and messages but not submissions for some reason, so I’m just seeing this. Sorry if it’s been sitting since last week...)

Thanks for the review. I needed that laugh!! But I had questions, oh so many questions. So I watched the Jamko bits on instagram. I tried to send an ask but not enough characters (do you wanna punch me yet)?

1. Why does arsehole Janko have Jamie's mobile number? Do they have a relationship independent of Eddie? Maybe it's just me being stupid for assuming, but wouldn't Jamie's number be unlisted to avoid dealing with BS from those he arrests?

I’m sure Jamie’s actual cell number is not public knowledge - Maybe Armin knew which precinct Jamie’s at, and went through Police Channels to contact him? Like maybe that’s his duty phone as a sergeant or something? Or maybe Lena had passed on an NYPD courtesy card to him in jail lol. Hooray for plot holes. Who knows.

2. Did Lena know more about her husbands shady dealings than she lets on/Eddie is aware of? To me that would explain why never divorced. Or she may just be the marriage is forever no matter what type. Given the strained relationship between Eddie and her mother and also the way Lena seems to have treated her, I'm not so sure Lena was totally clueless. She may have moved a bit because people give her grief but she sure is not struggling financially so maybe her husband in jail is worth the high life.

It wouldn’t surprise me. When I wrote (and named, yo) Lena Janko I characterized her as a petty, materialistic person who was a knowing bystander at least, if not actually complicit in Armin’s crimes. But lol I also wrote Armin as a reformed, sympathetic, Good Guy out of prison so what do I know? But we saw that Eddie does not have contact with her father so I do assume Lena still has contact with him at this point - how else did he know Eddie’s engaged, which precinct to find her fiancé, etc?

3. Does Eddie still drive her Porsche? Given that it came from a dubious money source, it seems odd to me that she would still be driving it. The fanfare of the wedding will invite media attention so why make it so easy to make nasty comments? You know Garrett is all about OPTICS and she is about to be a REAGAN aka NYPD ROYALTY. What if Frank is asked about their relationship at a press conference? OPTICS PEOPLE! OPTICS! 

No idea dude. When’s the last time we actually saw that car? I don’t know but previously I accepted the headcanon that she kept it at her parents’ suburban McMansion most of the time, with rare times she’ll bring it to the city for a few days. Parking in NYC is expensive af, yo. Like an actual assigned space costs as much as a second rent in some places. But now we know Lena’s been moving around the city for the last 5 years, not up in Westchester babysitting Eddie’s car, so your guess is as good as mine. As far as the optics, I’m not sure how they’ll play it. Lena has brought up the Irony of Eddie, daughter of a criminal, marrying the PC’s son but nobody else has said very much. Maybe the show will address it in a typical Who Cares way and it’ll just be a non-issue.

4. REDACTED because I have some Thoughts about this topic that I hope to address in this fic I’m hoping to finish soon. 👍

5. Why do you hate Anthony? I personally enjoy his sarcasm.  But then I also enjoy Gormley's putting the mouth in gear before the brain so frequently. 

WHY DO I HATE ANTHONY? OH HERE’S A CAN OF WORMS, AUSSIE. But I’ll be succinct. Anthony’s entire existence bothers me. He’s only here to make Erin’s lawyer-y storylines into detective-y storylines. How often do we see Erin actually act as a lawyer? We usually see her and Anthony Investigating or maybe arguing/discussing a case. We rarely see her actually going her job (except when her ADA position conflicts with Frank’s NYPD agenda). It’s like the show runners have no faith in their audience, and think the viewers only want to see detective/police storylines - as if lawyer storylines, and that whole branch of the justice system, would be too Boring for tv. So I hate Anthony because he takes away any opportunities for Erin - a supposedly powerful and successful woman - to do her actual job, and her entire position as ADA is minimized in the show. It’s insulting to the audience and insulting to Erin too. Anthony’s entire existence is unnecessary for the show to go on. Let us see Erin actually be a lawyer in a context other than being the Reagan Family Bad Guy (and maybe that would humanize her a little bit! We all know she gets some pretty shit writing/characterization lately) and drop this whole charade that investigative, action-packed storylines are the only interesting or relevant storylines.

The whole Jamko and the precinct secret is still BULLSHIT. There is no way there is no push back if their coworkers do in fact know. Does anybody know if this is actually allowed in the NYPD? A superior can date a direct subordinate? Seems ridiculous if that is actually true. Corruption allegations would be made daily. (Agreed yo. We all know it’s ridiculous. And like, does the precinct know? Are they still in the dark? Jamie and Eddie can discuss wedding plans in front of everyone, but it’s still a secret? Coooolcoolcool.)

Jamie not understanding Eddie's messy family situation is BULLSHIT for someone about to be married. If Eddie can't talk to Jamie about this because she fears being judged/not supported then really they should not be getting married. I'm not saying spouses have to share absolutely everything, but what you go through in life often does shape how you see the world generally, so the fact both Eddie and Jamie have chosen to not discuss important aspects of their lives with each other should be a massive red flag. (AGREED AGREED AGREED. I have so many issues all the time. If they’d dated like normal people before jumping into rings and vows, they’d have worked out the majority of this Big Stuff before deciding to commit to one another for life. Like, you typically want to know these things as relevant info when making that decision to get engaged - not after. This “get engaged and figure everything else out later” shit was/is terrible. If the show insisted on doing it this way, they AT LEAST should have moved the Armin situation and the Baby Discussion to the first few episodes of the season. Don’t talk to me about the weird time lapses and inconsistencies in this show, I don’t care if a month of ~actual time~ passes in one week between back to back episodes... they should not be introducing these topics for the first time in the two episodes leading up to the wedding. GOD I HATE EVERYTHING.) There's a reason divorce is so prevalent. I wonder if Eddie feels she should reconcile with her parents because of the closeness of the Reagan family. Or is it something Eddie herself actually wants? Family or not, sometimes people are just toxic and you need to cut them off for your own sanity. (I hope the Reagans don’t put pressure on Eddie to fix things with her parents, ugh. That would be overstepping in a major way and yeah, your relationship to someone shouldn’t trump their toxicity - like Eddie doesn’t have to forgive her parents just because they’re her parents.)

We've already discussed my thoughts on the Reagan siblings getting arsehole sprung from jail before the show aired (spoiler: they were not nice thoughts folks), but as for the  BB continuity, consider this: the only consistency is the inconsistency!

@kwannemacher and I have kinda discussed the whole prison fiasco and I think arsehole lost his temper one night after watching a TV show that drove him insane so he started a prison riot and got extra time. He didn't just throw things at TV, he tore TV off wall, set fire to his mattress and started an all in brawl. So 5 years extra for totally losing his shit.  BB has the capacity to ignite tempers here so it's feasible arsehole Janko totally lost it. Probably watched one of those dating shows where they pick the so called love of their lives and he couldn't believe who the guy picked. We all have bad days!! (😂😂😂😂😂 omg I can be on board with this)

In closing I hope @ontherockswithsalt has insurance because I am wondering if her TV can withstand the wedding viewing party if you will be enjoying with her (lol I think I will be, and I plan to wrap myself in whole body bubble wrap for the protection of myself and everyone/everything around me). I'm already emotional 🤮🤮🤮 if they go with their own vows. I may be wrong, but I think Will  shows Jamie's soft side next week. He won't be dead face or whatever it is you call him. (Dude I am ALL IN on those ridiculous vows. If they’d only said them once, I’d be rolling my eyes @ the grossness, but it would be whatever. BUT THEY MADE A POINT OF SAYING THEM TWICE so they’re committed at this point. Make Jamie recite those ridiculous words for the third time. I want to see the pain on his terrible face as he suffers through that again. If we don’t get those vows I’ll riot.)

Enjoy your week

Aussie

P.S. Yes I realise his name is Armin, but that guy is a narcissistic ARSEHOLE

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tagged by @catndi thank you bb and welcome back again! ^v^

ONE / Name: mari

TWO / Birthday: jan 18

THREE / Zodiac sign: capricorn!

FOUR / Height: abt 5′7/170cm

FIVE / Hobbies: i love gardening and baking! (though i haven’t been able to garden in my current student living situation unfortunately ;w;) this should be obvious but i also love video games and watching certain shows aha, reading is also fun!

SIX / Favourite colours: pink!!! lighter shades especially

SEVEN / Favourite books: pj series, plain kate by erin bow, the round house by louise erdrich! oh also handmaid’s tale by margaret atwood

EIGHT / Last song listened to: nornir by yakushimaru etsuko (it’s the first penguindrum opening aha)

NINE / Last film watched: oh i actually don’t remember.... i think it might have been the matrix?

TEN / Inspiration or muse: er i don’t think i have one? i like.... nature i guess it’s what i study and am passionate about!

ELEVEN / Dream job: something in healthcare, preferably an optometrist!

TWELVE / Meaning behind your url: it means petals! i always thought it was a pretty word :’)

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Do you think the show could have been salvaged if they had the guts to write both J and E off? I know that puts Erin out of a job but you know what, them are the breaks in this business. Wouldn't the show's longevity have been better served by fans imagining the Thorntons happy somewhere else -but alive and well? And possibly we would see them or hear from them occasionally? I would have loved for Henry/Abigail and Lee/Rosemary to become the main couples. They have so much untapped potential!

I would have absolutely preferred that but they probably never even considered that as a possibility.  I don’t care about Elizabeth in the slightest and I’m honestly not sure she can ever be redeemed at this point.  I think there’s actually a lot of viewers who side with me on this.  So many other characters are more interesting than Elizabeth but it’s her show so it is what it is.

I don’t think the show would have survived had they written them both off.  Fans are invested in the character and want to see her journey because that’s what they signed up for.  They also love Erin and think she’s the best actress in the world (which makes no sense to me whatsoever but okay).  While I personally would love to see a show that didn’t involve Elizabeth, I think I’m in the minority.  Maybe not here on Tumblr but definitely in the fandom as a whole.

I think we also have to keep in mind how easily the fans are manipulated into believing things are wonderful, especially the Facebook crowd.  It’s been happening since very early on and now it’s happening again with the baby.  I think we can all agree that it’s a plot device to convince fans to hang on and keep watching because Jack lives on in that precious child and it’s our duty to support the show and the actors and love everything that is presented to us and have no negative opinions.  That was me channelling my inner BB, by the way.  I think I do a nice job.

Anyway.  I’m in a mood haha.  I just hope that season 6 will take a bit of a turn and focus on other characters and couples that we’ve been missing out on lately with stupid Jack.  Thanks a lot, Dan. 🙄

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