#I LOVE THIS MOD IM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM

[larvamars]

uumm dynamics practice

[izzy-c-illustration]

everyone's favorite synth detective, love of my life, my beautiful gorgeous wife, Nick Valentine. I love him so much. Say what you will about Fallout 4 but GOD DAMN they cooked with Nick Valentine.

this is my first time drawing him and i kinda rushed it so... but here ya go anyway...

[forsaken-headcanons]

we r so back and hello new mods!!!! assorted hcs beam (take care of urself mods 🫶)

-two time doesnt like water. the survivors use this to their advantage. spray bottle!

-c00lkidd was the type of kid who hhATED baths/showers. had to be wrestled/bribed into them it was the worst

-when c00lkidd was older (maybe 9-10, just a bit before getting forsaken) he found 007n7 crying over the stress of raising him. he loved his son, but sfoth above it was hell raising him especially as a single father. c00lkidd behaved a lot better afterwards. too bad he never got to fully make it up to his father

-i feel like jane and john doe were the most healthy average suburban married couple. wanted kids and a dog. worked a 9-5. all the works. theyd gift each other flowers bimonthly, regularly went on dates, etc.

-jane doe was the one who proposed tho

-two time tried to stab one of the survivors the first time they got to use the dagger/the first time they got hold of a knife. safe to say everyone else now keeps them FAR from the kitchen

-the survivors also stay far away from two time after rounds until someone can get the dagger away from them

-the more normal looking skins (clothing changes, costumes etc) r just the spectre throwing them in the cabin for funsies

-the baker and lulu skins for elliot as yuri. idk im desperate for yuri

-noob has managed to convince multiple of the survivors to wear a dress from their wardrobe for the funsies

-c00lkidd has been kinda scared of/weirded out by two time since the time they tried preaching to him about spawn. he doesnt really like playing with them

-the shark onesie is actually just 007n7’s pajamas. one time the spectre started the round while the survivors were supposed to be sleeping because it got bored so everyone was running around in their pajamas. chance was making fun of guest 1337’s old man ahh pjs for like a week straight

-chance flirting with anyone and everyone (intentionally and unintentionally. its the Casino Charm (except the children ofc)) he’s been punched multiple times

-007n7 and guest 1337 unintentionally parents the survivors a lot

-^ one time noob cut themself on accident outside of a round and 007n7 gave em a bandaid and instinctively went “thank you for being so brave!” and pat them on the head, then was going to get them a candy before realizing what he did and just. both sat in stunned silence for like 5 minutes

-^^guest 1337 once accidentally began telling shedletsky to eat more veggies when they were eating together and uh. yeah it’s pretty awkward trying to lecture the equivalent of a god who’s hundreds older than you

-^ i hc shedletsky is just the human form of telamon, who’s like. an old god

-two time, noob, taph, elliot and chance end up being the subject of The Parents the most often

okay im done now runs away

- :3 anon

Hello there!! We will, thank you ^^

All of these are so fun… Always love hcs of 7n7 and 1337 being father figures to the survivors lol.

I also just want to say I went back and forth tagging everything on mobile and only realised I didn’t put the anon tag after I was done. so I had to backspace and retype it all. idk if I missed anyone

[phas3d]

Slytherin boys as gamer bfs and what games they would play with their significant other?

Gamers >:) | Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: cock fighting, animal cruelty, gambling, threats (these are all for fucking tom bc ofc it is...) - suicide joke (mattheo)

contains :: draco, tom. mattheo, theodore, lorenzo

notes :: im ngl idk half of these games in depth - i just heard and seen the sterotypes of these games - fps = first person shooter, dbh = detroit become human, abg = asian baby girl, bow = breathe of the wild ||

DRACO MALFOY sims 4 / roblox

This man sucks ass at gaming, he literally can't do it

His aim is shit, he screams when he's in a fight, and he rage quits the second he loses

So he has to stick to girly games

He has so many mods and cc for sims that it's insane

His pc runs like it's on life support because of this, pls save that poor computer

And he likes playing roblox too sometimes

But he doesn't even play the normal games

Bro plays Dress To Impress and Maple Hospital...

Like what the fuck are you doing there??? Go on BloxFruits or smth man

What's even worse is he eats EVERYONEEE up in Dress to Impress, he literally always top 3

And when he isn't top 3, he curses and swears but it doesn't go through cause tags

He literally cannot do obbys either oh my fucking god

You know that one meme of Sadness from Inside Out dropping her popcorn and someone quote-tweets it saying, "Damn she can't do anything"

That's exactly who Draco is when it comes to gaming

TOM RIDDLE dark web gambling / elden ring

Oh my fucking God this guy can't have a normal hobby ever

He doesn't game at all,,, literally just gambling bruh

He hosts illegal gambling rings online and even host some in the school basement

One time he even hosted an illegal cock ring fight...

Yes,,, he stole the chickens from Hagrid and made them fight....

He even used magic to give them powers like pokemon....

He made a fucking WATER chicken and FIRE chicken fight

Thank god he didn't actually let them kill each other, he just did it until one was near death

But back to gambling - he also manipulates people in so many ways

He casts a spell that silently chants "go all in, go all in" so it subconsciously makes people bet more

Bro even gets some students in DEBT!?!?! Like how tf did you do that and WHYYY would you do that

If someone doesn't come down to the basement in a while to gamble,,, then Tom will fix that

Besides illegal gamlbing...

He plays Elden Ring, which is pretty normal

Besides the fact that he BEAT THAT SHIT IN LIKE 2 DAYS?!!??!!?

Normally streamers, pro gamers, they all take weeks and sometimes even months just to make progress

But Tom is just,,, just better ig?

So yeah... He sticks to gambling cause every other game is just too easy for him

MATTHEO RIDDLE gta V / fortnite / rocket league / nba 2k24

God this guy is the worst sterotypical middle school boy ever

He even had the ugly ass big blue headset with the shit mic on it

Plays GTA V every now and then, only when he's angry

That's when he goes around town and just beats the shit out of everyone

Likes playing Fortnite for hours on end with his friends, mostly Theo and Lorenzo cause they can actually keep up with him (Draco is ass at FPS and

Plays rocket league and NBA 2k24 because of fucking course he does - look at him....

He's just a boy....

A really toxic one.....

Definitely screams "KILL YOURSELFFFFF!!!!!!" if he loses and honestly he's kinda real for that

THEODORE NOTT god of war / detroit become human

Loves games that have a long story

It's a good mix of story and fighting, he can't really get into pure FPS games

Have done most routes in DBH and even found easter eggs and hacks

Tries to get you into the lore as well but sometimes it goes so deep you get confused

"NO!!! Connor in route 8 is actually a pretty neutral guy and he's-"

Like bro what??? Why do you know everything about this "Connor" guy??? smh

He dabbles in some FPS sometimes, like playing Fortnite with Matt and Enzo

And he actually REALLY good

Has great aim and precision

But he just can't get into it for some reason, it's not his type

LORENZO BERKSHIRE valorant / zelda breath of the wild

I feel like Enzo playing Valorant makes so so sooo much sense

He's not AS toxic as the other guys, but he's still weird and fuck-boy-ish in his own way

Definitely plays with e-girls and tries to bag an ABG

But he gets catfished....

He's pretty good at Valorant, surprisingly

His mic stays on for every single game... Even if no one else is talking

This man will talk to a fucking wall and still be yapping

"Okay guys way I need to pee" ...

There's only bots in his server.........

He also loves RPG games and stuff like that

So BOW is perfect for him to shut off his mind and just roam and do useless tasks

[habitsbf]

hey so why is it so normalized in this fandom to casually talk shit about vinnies looks? so often i see posts like "evan and jeff are so cute!! sorry vinnie..." LIKE??? wdym sorry vinnie 😭 "i just dont like his vibe" you are so boring. genuinely.

now, im not trying to police people on who they find attractive in the series, i dont care, but why go and make mean posts about him? why say mean things? "he looks like a discord mod" no, not really. "he looked better before he shaved his head" "why is he bald" ohhh my god shut up. shut uuup. how dare a grown man shave his own head? god!!! its not like we have all seen a bald person before or anything.

vinnies character is genuinely so interesting if you REALLY pay attention to him and the series. the iterations, being the voyeur, his relationship with HABIT. paying attention to small details like his interests and the silly convos he has with the other guys as well. it all made me more attached to him. hes not "pure evil" like people love to claim he is, hes a victim as well. is he a bit fucked up? YES. DEFINITELY. but that makes him more interesting and complex!! i love you vinny/vinnie everyman!!

[exhaslo]

OMG HI IM BACK I HOPE UR HYDRATED

FAST AND FURIOUS MIGUEL AND READER WHERE THEY’RE RIDE OR DIE, STREET RACING WHERE MIGGY WINS AND GETS HIS PRIZE IN THE BACKSEAT OF HIS OLD 2000s MODELED SUZUKI ?????

NEVER WATCHED A SINGLE FAST AND FURIOUS

BUT I'M NEVER ONE TO BACK DOWN ON A GOOD OL' BACKSEAT RIDE OR DIE CAR SEX HAHAHA

Sorry this was so late to be posted. I'm still backed up with requests from last month!

Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, car sex, fingering

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There was never a dull moment in the city of Nueva York. Every street had something to offer, no matter the time of day. From the sunrise to even past the sunset. There was a reason why this city was given the name, 'The city that never sleeps'.

Amongst its citizens was you. A lovely night owl, just gearing up to be entertained by your fantastic boyfriend. Honestly, this was something that you had never thought of as entertaining. Car racing in the middle of the city was what kept you up most nights...

But Miguel showed you otherwise.

That man was going to drive you insane. When you first met him, you swore that all he cared about was his car. He treated it more like a woman than you sometimes, but...you opened up to his point of view. You saw how much Miguel cared about both you and his night life activities.

That, and he was goddamn hot when working on his 'baby'. Miguel was a mechanic during the day and one of the best street racers at night. You on the other hand just worked a normal office job; however, you easily became one of the most popular flag girls for the race.

"Amor (love), are you trying to temp me before the race?" Miguel said with a low hum as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You felt your cheeks fluster as Miguel pressed you against the wall. His kisses against the back of your neck were sweet and hungry. With a soft press of his hips, you felt Miguel's erection right into your booty shorts.

"Miguel, this is what the other flag girls told me to wear," You said with a soft whine, turning around in his grip, "They mentioned something about a special prize I'll be offering."

"Hn," Miguel grunted lowly as he glanced at the time, "Whatever prize it maybe, this body is only meant for me to see."

"Haha, they're just booty shorts. I haven't worn something like this in such a long time."

"And the tight tank top?" Miguel rested his head by your breasts, inhaling deeply, "Ay dios mio (oh my god), I better win this race and fast so I can tend to you."

You chuckled at Miguel's possessiveness. Pecking his lips, you stroked his cheeks, rubbing against the small gruff he had growing. Miguel pouted and quickly went to clean and shave. Sometimes he forgot about himself when he worked.

Once ready, you scooted yourself into Miguel's passenger seat. Miguel leaned over to land a deep kiss against your lips before driving off to the event sight.

You remembered the first time he let you in his, 'baby'. You were confused as to why he took so much care of an old 2000s Suzuki. Miguel gave you quite a story when he explained everything in detail. How even the smallest mod could change the way he drives.

There were a lot of do's and don'ts in his car too. You followed them since you knew how much Miguel cared about his car. Glancing at his backseat, you wondered what Miguel was working on there. He had been making some changes and improvements that always left you curious.

"Alright, make sure you wave that flag extra high for me when I win," Miguel said with a low chuckle as you got out of his car.

"Hopefully the prize is just as good."

"I could always use some more parts," Miguel hummed and winked towards you before driving off to the others.

You smiled brightly as you hurried to the other girls. This was going to be a first for you. Taking part in Miguel's hobby made you happy. The other girls giggled towards you as led you to the starting line. Everyone cheered once you all arrived.

"Shake that ass!!" Some of the men in the crowd cheered.

You felt your face burn up and looked around for Miguel. Once you found him, you giggled towards the glare he gave to the crowd. This was probably going to be the last time you became a flag girl. Miguel was far too possessive of you to have men drool.

"Alriiiiight, who's ready for tonight's race?!" The announcer yelled out, followed by a wave of cheers, "We got a special prize today! Been a while since we've gotten a new flag girl, so you all know what this means!"

"Trophy! Trophy! Trophy!"

"Thaaaaat's right! (Y/N) will be the delicious trophy for today's prize! Here that racers! You get a special night with our lovely (Y/N)!"

You felt your face pale as you tried to ask the other girls what the announcer meant. They all just smiled and reassured you that it was fun and no harm done. You knew better. Staring at Miguel, you frowned as you saw the scorn on his face.

Miguel hurriedly got in his car and revved up the engine. You trusted Miguel, so you had faith that he was going to win, but if he didn't...Miguel might end up fighting someone.

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Miguel was beyond furious. He knew that some of these races got a little out of hand, but to use you as a prize? Cussing lowly as he gripped the wheel, Miguel slammed the gas petal once the flag was raised. He refused to let anyone else have you.

Hearing another engine rev, Miguel hissed as he saw his main competition catch up to him. The nerve! Gripping onto the stick shift, Miguel just smirked as he decided to go full out. He had to show these people that he was number one for a goddamn reason!

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You were shaking in your seat as you watched the race from one of the monitors. Biting your thumb, you nearly whimpered as some of the other racers came a little too close to Miguel. Miguel was still far in the lead, but it didn't stop you from worrying.

After another few go arounds, you gasped in awe as Miguel took the victory once again. Unable to contain your excitement, you rushed over to your boyfriend as the announcer cheered him on.

"Are you ready for you-Oh, hey, wait! We're not done!"

You were giggling to yourself as Miguel carried you with in and threw you in his car before driving off. Glancing back at the annoyed announcer, you cheered and wrapped your arms around Miguel's neck from the back seat.

"I was so worried! No one told me I was going to be the prize!" You said with a soft whine. Miguel kissed your hand as he drove to a remote spot,

"Neither did I, babe. I wasn't going to let anyone win." He grumbled as he parked, "But, since I did. I should claim my prize."

You raised a brow before laughing as Miguel made his way to the backseat. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as you gave him light kisses around his face. Miguel hummed in response before licking your lips.

You parted your lips for him, moaning softly as Miguel ravished your mouth with his tongue. His hands roaming your upper body, slowly sliding your top off. A shiver ran down your spine as the cold AC from the car hit your exposed nipples.

"Are you sure you want to do it here?" You asked, humming softly as Miguel kissed your neck.

"Made sure its comfortable," Was all he said as he started to rub your clit through your pants, "But, can't make a mess in here."

You whimpered in response, arching your back as Miguel licked your breasts. His tongue swirling around your nipple as his rough movements against your clit made you tremble. You grabbed onto his arms, trying to balance yourself as you moved your hips.

Miguel grunted in response as he undid your shorts, throwing them on the ground. He proceeded to bite and suck against your nipples while his fingers went under your panties and circled against your sensitive bud.

"M-Mig~"

"So wet already for me." Miguel chuckled as you moaned, "If you make a mess in my car baby, I'll have to punish you."

"I-I won't." You whimpered, tugging against his arms.

You shuddered in pleasure as Miguel moved his fingers down to your cunt. It was hard for you to move since Miguel's body was pressing you into his seat. Another whimper of a moan escaped your lips as you felt him play with your folds before slowly entering a finger into your pussy.

"Miguel~" You cried out, throwing your head back.

Your moans grew louder as you felt your loving boyfriend pump his thick digits into your core. His tongue still against your breasts, sucking against them. You body was burning up, shaking and ready to burst...but you couldn't make a mess.

Part of you wanted to cum all over his seat and take the punishment, but the other part of you was enjoying Miguel's game. Gasping as Miguel entered another finger, you moaned loudly as he curled his fingers into your gummy core.

You finally burst when you felt his fingers press against your sweet spot. Crying out his name, you panted softly as Miguel pulled his fingers out. His smirk was wide as he licked his fingers clean, holding your hips up.

"Good girl, keeping my baby clean." He said with a low chuckle.

"Mhpm," You nodded and trembled as Miguel slowly pressed his tip inside your hole, "M-Miguel~"

"You're doing so good." He hummed, slowly pushing himself deeper inside you, "Always taking me in so well."

"Mig~ Miguel~" You cried out, feeling him fill you.

You squirmed in place, clenching against Miguel's dick as he furthered entered you. You could never get over the feeling of Miguel splitting you open, filling you to the very brim. His dick always bruising your cervix, giving you a reason to stay in bed for days.

"That's my girl," Miguel hummed as he sat his dick nice and deep inside of you.

You whined in response, reaching out for Miguel to move. He kissed your hands once more before starting his ruthless charade of thrusts. You cried and moaned as the car shook under you. Miguel's cock was slamming into your wet cunt, claiming you as his.

Arching your back as Miguel bullied his cock into you, you cried out a series of moans as you felt your orgasm approach again. Miguel held your hips, slapping himself into you. The sounds of your bodies echoing throughout the small car.

"Keep it in, baby. No messes," Miguel grunted as you came again.

You gasped and shuddered as Miguel changed positions, placing you on top of his lap. His grip was tight on your ass as he made you bounce against his cock. Pressing your chest against his, you whined as Miguel gave you his first load of cum..

"Good girl," Miguel hummed. You rested your head against his chest, your pussy sucking his cock dry,

"D-Don't bully me too much," You whimpered. Miguel stroked your cheek, kissing you deeply,

"I'm just claiming my beautiful prize," He teased, holding your hips as you started bouncing on him again, "Maybe we can make this an every victory reward?"

"Ah~ Mhm~ Y-Yes~" You moaned, panting heavily as you felt drawn into pleasure, "I-I'll reward you....for each win~"

"And if I lose?" Miguel asked, pinching your clit. You cried, cumming against him once more on the spot,

"T-Then...I'll ah~....mhm...c-console you."

"Awe, what did I do to deserve you?" Miguel chuckled, pressing you against his seat before pounding you from behind, "I'll reward you too, baby. You did cheer me on."

"Yes~ Yes!" You cried as Miguel bottomed out inside you, "M-Miguel~" You whimpered.

Miguel chuckled as he pulled out, using his fingers to keep his cum inside your abused cunt. You shivered in response and whined as Miguel put your clothes back on.

"No messes. Keep me inside." He whispered in your ear. You shivered in response and nodded,

"...So...When's the next race?"

"In an hour."

Your face turned bright red as Miguel roared in laughter. He kissed you once more before returning to the driver's seat, making his way back to the event sight. You behaved and sat in the back seat, anticipating his upcoming win.

You just had to make sure not to make a mess in his car.

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I hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!

[thebluester2020]

Humbly asking for your horny Jio rant (≧ω≦。)!!!!

(I am ravenous for even the smallest of crumbs)

Summary: [RSV] Jio NSFW Alphabet (I pick my favorite letters so nothing's in order!) Warning(s): 18+ filth (Im not holding back, y'all have been warned) Kinda nothing tbh I'm literally just spitting from the mouth and hoping it makes sense. Rough Sex + Dub-con(?) (In letter D but it's Jio's imagination), Side note(s): Oh girl/boy/sibling...ANON BUCKLE UP. I struggled writing this ngl, I could write a fucking essay about how much this man means to me but I didn't want to use a ask to just rant away so...this is like a normal NSFW ABC fic but with some humor (my horny rantings) sprinkled in so lol, be on the lookout for those. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

quick side note ; to the poor unfortunate souls that may come across this post don't have a single fucking clue who Jio is. This is Jio from the RSV mod aka the man I'd willingly slut myself out to.

extra note alert ; Before we begin though, I want to make one thing really clear.

I'm biased as all hell toward Jio because I have the biggest thing for elves. Woman, man, doesn't matter to me. If they have pointy ears and are unusually attractive and tall, then I'm all in dude. So with that being said? Please believe me when I say that stars shot from my eye sockets when I learned this man was an elf.

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN THE BEST PART.

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Jio would be the king of aftercare. His dialogue already implies that him and farmer get freaky on the regular so he'll definitely ask you if you need any water or if anywhere is a little more sore than the usual (in which case, he's giving you a massage that puts professionals to shame). But if you say no to any of these and state that you'd rather just cuddle, he's pulling you closer to his body immediately and whispering sweet words to you as he pets your head until you go to sleep.

♡ - "Drink," The soft-spoken word made you steadily crack your eyes open before, through your hazy vision, you saw Jio standing over you with a cup of water in his hand. You snickered quietly to yourself as you propped yourself on your arm to take it, the crispy refreshing taste of the liquid going down your throat both hydrating you as well as giving your body a jolt of awakeness. And as a delicious ache ran through your body, particularly in-between your legs after you and Jio's love-making session.

Your cheeks started to darken and warm a little at the memory of what you and your husband had done only a few minutes ago. Something that Jio quickly picked up on as he smirked at the alluring sight of you growing more and more embarrassed from your own thoughts. "Something on your mind, my love?"

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Jio would definitely be proud of his muscles. There's a scene where the farmer openly gawks at him when he's meditating in his spouse area so I think after seeing his spouse so openly drool over him. He'd become more focused on his muscles when he trains and would definitely give the farmer a little show every now and again. As for the farmer, though? As cheesy as this response is, I think Jio would love every part of you, there's no part that he favors really because he thinks your literal being is a blessing in his eyes. This means there's definitely a lot of body worship during sex.

♡ - You felt like you were on cloud nine right now as Jio kissed every available surface area of skin on your body.

Each time his lips would ghost over your skin. The more your thighs twitched with the urge to clench if it weren't for your husband situating himself between them, his hand teasingly petting at your soaked cunt much to your dismay. "J-Jio..." You begged, the sound of your whiny voice making the elf throb in his pants before he looked up at you through hooded eyes. He placed one last kiss on your hand before he responded with a throaty "Yes"?

"Please..."

You hated how you felt yourself throb at the sight of him smirking at you, almost as if he were a fox who just an inch closer to capturing his prey. "Please what, my star?" He turned your hand over to press a kiss in the middle of your palm before he moved down to your stomach, kissing down and closer and closer to the area you wanted him most until he stopped again. "You have to be more specific, begging aimlessly won't get you anywhere."

You pouted. "T-There." You tried gesturing to your aching pussy by grinding forward against his clothed dick, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. Yet, as quickly as you tried to seduce him into giving up on reminding you of his manners, he moved back a little to avoid any more of your tempting ministrations.

"You know how to ask properly, not by acting like a tempting vixen." He pinched your thigh lightly as a warning, a whine escaping your lips as you ran your tongue over them.

"Please...touch my pussy, I-I need you."

His praising smile felt like it could light up your very soul. "As you wish, my star."

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Okay so— I feel like when it comes to Jio himself? He's not big on cumming on you. Since he sees as no less than a goddess basically, in his eyes? Cumming on you is degrading, no matter how much you try to convince him that you're into it. However, cumming inside of you is definitely on the books, he loves it. As for you though? This man is a total Munch Master 365 days out of the year. Want to ride his face until he squirts on you? He's into it. When he fucks you and he sees your slick beginning to drip from your hole and onto the floor, he has to resist the urge to eat you out in order to continue stuffing you full. Your cum is essentially ambrosia to him, he could go hours drinking you down and he's never going to be fully satisfied.

♡ - He couldn't get enough of your sweet nectar.

Your delicious slick that dripped from your needy cunt after just a few minutes of foreplay. Jio would've had a mind to laugh if he weren't so focused on sucking on your clit right now, his arms locked around your thighs to keep you from closing them as you moaned and pulled at his hair, the stinging pain encouraging him to keep going in his ministrations whilst he struggled to try and keep a close eye on you.

But, from the combined fact that his head was swirling from both your taste and his growing lust, as well as his bare cock twitching against the bedsheets, the little friction it had from his grinding against the sheets only did enough to make him needier and needier for your warmth rather than actually getting him off!

Then again, in the face of your pleading eyes looking down at him in a silent bid for him to keep going until you came...

How was he able to deny such an expression?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He definitely would've had a dirty imagination about you once or twice before you two even started dating. However, they would mostly be along the lines of "Yoba, this farmer is so annoying because they say hi to me every day...let me fuck them to take my frustrations out on them". Now, when these thoughts would pop up, he would definitely try to bury them, to the point no matter how hard his dick if after thinking about it. He's not going to falter and touch himself. But oh boy, does it cause him to start to see you in a new light after starting to think about what you look like under your clothes.

♡ - Typically, Jio was in control of himself much more than this.

He wasn't aware of a single thing in this world that could shake his foundations or make him waver in his beliefs. But...it seemed that you were a unique exception because, for the last few nights since the night the two of you began talking since your victory in the Spirit World. His mind has been...plagued, with certain imaginations that is.

Imaginations that focused on the topic of how annoyed he was of you.

It was infuriating how you didn't understand the words 'Go Away'.

So, in the deepest reaches of his mind, he knew the perfect method to make you understand how much he disliked you. He'd approach you in a forest, perhaps you would already be on your way to talk to him one-sidedly once more, and he'd pull you towards him before smashing his lips against you.

His cock would twitch inside his pants at the sound of your needy moan, eager and possibly elated at the fact that you were finally getting the attention you were seeking from the very beginning as Jio swiftly pressed you against the bark of a tree and flip up your skirt.

"Tch," He click his tongue at the sight of your soaked panties, lightly pinching your backside when you wiggled your ass to tempt him into giving you more. "...Such a needy thing, hold still. I'll give you what you so eagerly want." He'd whisper, more to himself rather than you as he quickly freed his cock and wasted no more time to pull your panties to the side before he stuffed you full in one thrust.

Yet the second he'd begin to move...he'd snap himself of his thoughts.

Now the elf was faced with a new task. To find a way to calm his raging hard-on, he refused to fall into the pit of temptation that he was so certain you were trying to lead him into.

extra note ; Continuing on my last point—

He's. A. Tsundere.

He's. Mean (with that hidden sweet side to spice it all up)

And not to expose myself but I fucking love mean men. And to be honest? I'll go a step further. THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE TO BE NICE??? During the Ridgeside quest line, the first two years of my playthrough revolved around J I O, and with every single mean dialogue he dished my way, I licked right up.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

I think of Jio as a half-in-half case. On most nights, he's super romantic and likes to treat your body as if it was gifted to him by Heaven itself (i.e If you're not confusing the moment for a Wattpad scene then he's thinking he hasn't done enough). On the flip side though, he'll ditch the romance if he's super pent-up or if you're explicitly asking for him to treat you a lil' more roughly.

♡ - His heart felt like it was close to bursting.

Within the dimly lit room of your shared bedroom, the soft sounds of your sexes meeting could be heard as he trusted up into you as you sat on his lap, the two of you sharing a hugging embrace as his cock twitched inside of you at the sound of your moans.

But, his orgasm was steadily becoming an afterthought as all Jio could focus on was you. After all that he had been through in his life, all the sacrifices he's made—

How could he be so lucky to be with you in this moment?

To have your love and attention?

"My love," He panted out, his voice uncharacteristically breathless and whiny as he nearly pleaded for your eyes to be on him. Shakily, you took your face from the crook in his neck to look at him, your hands sliding up his body until they cupped his face. And from that simple action alone, the elf had fallen deeper in love with you.

"Y-Yes" You responded to him, your face somehow warming even more as you looked into your husband's lovesick eyes. A small smile was on his smile and his cheeks as well as the tips of his ears appeared flushed.

Jio smiled as you caressed and held his cheeks before his face fell to rest in the valley between your breasts. "You're so pretty." He sighed dreamily.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn't jerk off much, to be honest. (And to be honest? I feel like his libido doesn't really "activate" unless you're around him) Even when you two are in a relationship and I fully believe it's because 1. He's usually too busy/focused on his missions to think of rubbing one out or 2. He has you so if he's in the mood then he'll just go to you. But should you not be in the picture at the moment? He'll just get himself off to a piece of clothing that smells like you or his imagination.

♡ - "Fuuckk..." Jio whispered to himself as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he breathed in the smell of your scent from a shirt you left behind on the bed. The combination of that plus the imagination of your hands being the one on his dick rather than his own...it made for a pretty convincing moment that led him closer and closer to his orgasm.

It wasn't often that the elf masturbated. It wouldn't ever compare to the real thing.

But...when you said you'd be on Ginger Island for the next few days to attend to businesses there, he was expected to uphold the task of keeping things here on your farm in order.

And he'd do just that.

However, he didn't expect that his body would react so strongly to your absence. Even as his ministrations on himself slowly got faster and faster on his cock, going so far as to even spit on his dick to try and poorly imitate your slick and how it'd make your movements faster.

It was dull in comparison.

So dull that as his hands slowed and he came to a stop. All he felt was boredom. "...Yoba," He hissed in frustration.

He'd simply wait until you returned.

final note alert ; I saved my biggest thought bubble for the end so here we go-

Jio is the best-modded husband hands-down. Literally fight me on this. It's hard to convey my thoughts fully without giving concrete evidence (+ the fact that I'm going based off my memory since I haven't done a playthrough of the RSV questline in a lil' bit) but I think that anyone who's on the fence of RSV needs to give it a shot, even if it's just for Jio 💀. Like deadass, the whole reason I started this blog in the first place was to have a reason to rant about this man every now and again before it became a place for me to rant about hot people in general.

To reiterate, I'm biased as hell because I have a thing for elves and mean guys but seriously to anyone who reads this.

GIVE RSV A TRY.

Hot elf guy aside, the character stories in the mod are super good. Like I'd recommend Shiro, June, Ian etc. ANYDAY OF THE WEEK. I can't imagine my modded Stardew without Ridgeside Village so-

YEAH PLAY THE MOD SO I HAVE MORE PEOPLE TO RANT ABOUT THE HOT MEN WITH <33

[uneatenclient]

murderbot tv show eps 1 & 2 reactions/spoilers under cut. i actually liked that a lot thank fucking god

holy shit torture in the first couple minutes??

— — EP 1 — —

ooooo its hacking the gov mod on screen. this is so fucking funny what the hell

FREEDOM UNIT GETS ME EVERY TIME

oh this title sequence. ohhhh this title sequence

asfhjbgadsjkfadkj the way the preservation team looks like a trap to it. yep.

AND THEN IT COMES BACK TO RESCUE THEM OHHHH

holy fuck thats so graphic

what the fuck port free commerce looks insane???

oh my god hes got gurathins rbf down pat

PIN LEE "IS THAT AWKWARD?"

oof yep hearing them talk about secunits as products is just as bad as it should be

OMINOUS HUMMING — RATTHI, STILL HUMMING BUT ALSO TALKING: GURATHIN GET IN HERE — CONTINUED OMINOUSNESS, GURATHIN JOINS THE GROUP LIKE A RECALCITRANT TEENAGER — RATTHI HUMMING: YEAH THERE WE GOOO

theyre really fucking w the corporates omfg

FILTHY HUMAN BODIES

oh my god. oh my god. i love preservation bitches. theyre so cute and genuine and like, happy and loving??? which i knew but seeing it...... they decorated the hub..........

gurathin from the cr basically confirmed

TRULY UPSETTING MUSIC

holy FUCK gurathins dancing

arada and pin lee???? if they had to combine two characters i GUESS this is acceptable

ratthi makes his own jewelry

help meeeeeee

oh. my. god. sanctuary moon

this is so stupid. this is SO STUPID. oh my godddddd

the cuts in and out from sanc moon are so perf

its giving 'no one ever listens to me'

oh my god super hero entrance??

OH GROSS

OH NASTY

THE REALLY BIG GUN IS HERE

just staring at my guts hanging out

holy shit IT COPIED SANCTUARY MOON TO COMFORT ARADA

FOR FUCKS SAKE RATTHI

holy fuck that decision sequence. holy fuck.

THATS MY MB hiding its care for human life behind 'it wouldnt be worth it anyway'

'so...' mb you GOTTA at least TRY to be normal

THESE PPL ARE CLUELESS 'THIS SECUNIT IS DANGEROUS'

without gurathin they wouldnt ever figure it out. pin lee would suspect but no one else knows shit about sec units. the show really makes that clear its so funny

oh my god the vid of it asking arada questions. its painfully awkward. its perfect.

im just. sanctuary moon plzzzzz

they are high key playing up the star trek its so dumb i love it

lmfao the deep hesitation in coming around the corner THE PERFORMANCE RELIABILITY DROPPING AS IT COMES IN

NO SHOOOEESSSSS SADLY HUMAN FEET

that line from ratthi is perfectly done i love it

NO NOT THE CLAPPING. POOR INTROVERT MB. ITS LIKE BEING SUNG HAPPY BDAY IN A RESTAURANT

DICK MEASURING PROCESSING CAPACITY

its such a little shit i love it sm

SHITTY EQUIPMENT 'NOT YOU YOURE GREAT'

oh gurathin is DEFS from the cr

oh my fuck his face. he did it perfectly holy fuck

gurathin is being a bit of a bitch tho. which is in character so good job there.

wait. it doesnt know it did the massacre? hacked its gov mod for no reason? or thats just what its telling itself

"honestly i didnt like to think at all" art's gonna have a field day with you

oh my GOD DID THEY HIDE HIS NIPPLES

NIPPLE-LESS MB AS IT SHOULD BE

NO DICK EITHER OMFG SHE LOOKED. VALID. SEXLESS MB FOR THE WIN

really super bad at appearing fine

interesting. i guess its more mysterious if the viewers dont know if it did the massacre or not (we know the truth)

IT USES SANCTUARY MOON LINES TO COMFORT ITSELF!!! HELP MEEE

— — EP 2 — —

wait i didnt mishear in the last ep they called him gura. they all call him gura

'i trust you. i trust this team' aww

GOOGOO

gurathin cr extra confirmed

GURATHIN JFC ITS A PERSON AND YOURE GONNA MELT IT

horror movie vibes i love it and then its baradwaj sfgjhnasdjklfna

ratthi is so fucking tall

'i guess ill close the fucking door' lmfao

like i get it gurathin its mad sus but like. itll be okay. probably. also it can probably still hear you somehow. suit cams??

honestly is that intro claymation???

STUPID FUCKING HUMANS

lmfaooo i knew it its still watching

giant tooth monster

"what was his fucking problem?" he has so many problems

MB PLZ YOURE REALLY PUTTING THE MURDER IN MURDERBOT RN

gurathin this is just as fucking weird as it seemed in the clip. you dont even know its rogue yet wtf are you doing

it really isnt convincing especially with all these added scenes

i am a necessary precaution moron

OK WEIRDO

"whats it like to be you?" "i dont know what its like to not be me" im emotional oh my godd

gurathin is etiher digging deep or a hell of an actor

CUZ YOURE A DICK?

ick. gurathin the ick im getting it stooppp

hes making himself a target but jfc gurathin can we chill for 5 mintues

oh god no plz dont discuss the poly shit dont make it weird

RATTHI???

pin lee oh dear

gurathin are you trying or. no youre trying. NO YOURE FUCKING MEAN. I KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING BUT YOURE SO MEAN. YOURE TRYING AND YOURE BEING A BITCH

oh for gods sake mensah

GURATHIN THE ICK ITS BACK

GURATHIN STOP

it gets everything from sanctuary moon omg

oh no. pin lee oh no. goddd i hope this is resolved nicely. ratthi can talk his way thru this right oh god

MENSAH FOR REAL

MENSAH

what the genuine fuck

MENSAH

oh this is mega creepy. alien remnants man

THE STARING AT THE WALLLLLLL

poor timing gurathin. god plz dont actually be in love with her ughhhh

deltfalls next babeyyyy lets gooo

— — bonus bingo by murderbotched — —

[aeragan]

ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴ' ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

✭ pairing(s): boothill x amab reader

✩ inspo: Make U Cum by Ayesha Erotica (yeah. yeah yeah yeah.)

★ in which: Boothill's fresh out of the mechanics with a new mod, and he just couldn't wait to try it with you... Unfortunately, he forget to mess with the settings and turn down his sensitivity.

✧ a/n: THIS WAS AN OLD DRAFT I WROTE WHEN I WATCHED HIS TRAILER AND GOOD LORT. yeah. i LOVE FROTTING!!!!!!

🗒 cw: SMUT, gn! amab reader, porn with absolutely no plot, frotting, mention of anal, overstimulation, praise, he whimpers. a lot. teehee, dumbification (?), not proofread im just so down bad

✎ wc: 1.8k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Boothill, the man you knew as cocky, strong-willed, perhaps even dominant. Reduced to a babbling, whining, crying mess beneath you. Fresh out of the mechanics with a new ‘upgrade’ that he had been waiting years for. He talked so big, about how finally there’s even more of him for you to enjoy, how you would feel ‘so forkin’ good’. And yet, here he is, nearing tears– a function he thought he didn’t even have anymore– at the slightest touch of your cocks. Okay, that is an understatement. You two were already a round in, you had been fully seated on his cock a moment prior.

“Please, p-please, oh— fudge– d-don’t just–” Boothill whines, his voice quivering. You have never heard him so… needy before. His voice is cracking left and right and all he can do is moan even at the slightest touch. It’s quite worrying, really.

Your hand hovers around your cocks, yours leaking precum, and remnants of your first orgasm. His is sleek, a mixture of synthetic skin and silicon, completely black except for some weird tiny barely noticeable gray markings. It was slick, yet there was no cum… anywhere. Aside from yours that painted his lower abdomen. When given the choice for synthetic semen, he said no. Said it was too messy, and it’d be too much to maintain. All that mattered to him was that he got off. If it weren’t for that, you were pretty sure he would’ve cum thrice as much as you have already.

“Do… do you want me to turn dow–?” You pant out, all his whining has you nervous.

“No! Fudge no!” That was the most coherent Boothill’s said since he sank into you, his hands grasping at your waist. You worried that his sensitivity was all off before you two had started, and you were certain you were right. “Don’t– Don’t mess with a-anythin’! Jus’ keep g-goin’... p-please…”

You can’t remember the last time the cowboy had begged you for… anything. Maybe a drink… years ago? Regardless, it’s kind of refreshing to hear such a stubborn man beg you for more. Normally it was you in his position, begging him for more as he lapped lazily at your cock, leaving you teetering on the edge until you (almost) take matters into your own hands.

You snap out of your thoughts at the feeling of Boothill’s insistence, bucking his hips up with a heavy whimper. His face is flushed, lips parted, and eyes glossy. He gives you such a pathetic, needy look, a far cry from his usual toothy grin. His hair is disheveled, a few strands sticking out and some sticking to his forehead. You didn’t even know he could sweat. All of this was unexpected, but very much welcome, nonetheless.

“F-fuuuhhh….” He breathes out, eyes half-lidded and mind hazy. The friction provides quite the sensation,  leaving you breathless. Though, that might be the previous orgasm messing with your nerves, a familiar heat crawling through your body. Boothill doesn’t react differently, still overly sensitive, still loving every second of it. “Th-that’s it… that’s it— nnghh…”

You lean your forehead against his, eyes locked on your lewd actions. You move at a moderate pace, but you yourself feel impatient, bucking your hips and stuttering every now and then. You can’t help but moan, too, the way the underside of your cocks press together, your tip flush and drooling, the pre-cum providing a nice stand-in for lube as you continue to fuck your hand.

“Ungh… S-Sweetheart…” Boothill groans, rolling his head back and bucking his hips up. Underneath all his pants and moans and whines, you can hear his systems going into override, the soft whirring of his body’s fans trying to cool him down from this sensory overload. “S’good… s’good, s’good, s– ngh!”

Slurred praises fall from his lips as he tries to gain some semblance from control, his hands trailing down to your thighs, squeezing gently as he breathes heavily. You lean in and press a kiss to the seam between his human skin and his cyborg body, as you feel both heat up. You can’t help but moan against his skin, causing Boothill to jerk his hips forward, groaning when you pick up the pace of your hand.

You can’t tell what is getting to you faster, your hand, or the way you’ve been bucking your hips up into it. You feel your body temperature rise and your mind becomes hazy, zeroing in on the need to come, to let the coil snap, and by Aeons, Boothill needs it too. You can tell by the way his whimpers become more frenzied, how he slurs your name and drawls out praises and all sorts of pet names for you.

Your head spins as you feel warmth curl up beneath your stomach, your balls tighten and with one more stroke, Boothill’s cock flush against yours, you come, and you swear you can see Boothill’s eyes glitch as those silken tendrils paint his torso once more. You can’t help but moan out his name, too spun up in your wanton desires to stop, continuing to stroke the two of you off.

It’s something you can’t help. You’re drunk off of his moans, how he’s just so sensitive, and it doesn’t help that he begs you to keep going. He’d adjust his sensitivity later, he will, but for now he wants to revel in this feeling. So many years with moments where he wished he could feel something, anything, all of his frustrations built up. He could care less about how much of a whiny ‘snitch’ he is at the moment, all he cares about is that he’s feeling it. It may never be the same, but by Lan, the way your cock feels against his, the way your hand works him so well, he doesn’t care that he’s in a daze.

However, Boothill snaps back to reality, panting heavily as his own high comes down. He regains some semblance of his composure, perhaps even his dominance, though still ‘sweaty’ and flushed, still heady and needy. He urges you back onto the bed by pushing your hips down, and you follow without any protest.

He gives you a sloppy grin, before pressing his lips to yours, the kiss hungry and demanding, panting when your lips part in between moments. Slowly, he starts to rock his hips against yours, resuming your earlier ministrations. He moans into your mouth, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as he loses himself in the heat once more. The faint tingling sensation in your groin gives way to the same heat that snaked beneath your belly, your hands finding purchase within his hair. You tug at it ever so slightly and he whimpers, before picking up the pace. He couldn’t let you get away from that, even in his hazy state.

You arch your back as he continues to rut against you, the friction delicious in its own right. You can’t help but chase after it, raking your fingers through his hair. You mutter his name once more and he moans a little louder, feeling especially tender. You feel an edge build up to your pleasure, a slight tingling feeling creeping up as well.

“Yeaah… yeah, b-baby…” Boothill groans in a shaky voice, his eyes fluttering open. “One more, g-gimme one more…”

You can’t tell if he’s asking you or commanding you, but he shows no intention to stop, and you sure as hell don’t want to, either. One more round, it is. Your thighs twitch, knees pressing up against his hips, which causes him to moan, picking his pace up. Now, you aren’t sure if he’s doing this for you, or for him. His whimpers and moans have grown scratchy, weak, as if his vocal cords (or whatever substitution) were raw.

Boothill begins mumbling ‘one more’, unable to gather himself and bring himself up from the depths of his wanton desires, only focusing on his sloppy thrusts and your mewls. If he weren’t so incoherent, he’d be doing his best to fluster you, trying to make more pretty noises spill from your lips. Now, his mind was riddled with lust and need, and possibly a virus. You weren’t sure yet.

There’s no time to dwell on it, as the heat bursts forth once more, your cock twitching as you cum. A few measly strands spurt onto your abdomen, leaving you panting as you do your best to regain your composure. Words fail you, opting to simply push at Boothill’s shoulders. The pleasure leaves you cramping ever so slightly, your legs shaking as you reluctantly fall back. Boothill grunts, leaning back up and shuffling away ever so slightly with hesitance. Despite that, and his oddly lustful state of mind, he knew when to quit. He’s satisfied, however, and his face gives way to a grin, eyes heavy with what can only be described as euphoria.

In a matter of seconds he’s back to his old self, pushing off the bed entirely. He pats your thigh, giving it a squeeze, before turning on his heel. Despite his mind stabilizing, he can’t find his own words, so he simply leaves without saying anything. Nor can you, however, watching as he walks into the bathroom, before allowing your head to fall back once more. The ceiling seems like such a wonderful thing to stare at suddenly, as your body starts to cool down and your own mind starts to unblur.

You don’t know how long you’ve been staring at the ceiling, but Boothill’s form hovering over you breaks you out of the most comfortable stare you’ve had in a while. He gives you another sappy smile, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He presses a warm washcloth to your stomach, wiping down the remnants of your release.

“C’mon now, can’t have you fallin’ asleep before I can treat ya,” He coos, his voice gentle and almost undisturbed. “Got a nice warm bath runnin’, would ya like it?”

All you can do is nod weakly, earning a chuckle from Boothill. His hand slips underneath you, helping you up, before his other arm slips underneath your legs. With great ease, he lifts you, keeping you close to his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. Despite the short walk, your skin against the cool metal is enough to help rouse your mind once more, a pleasant hum of satisfaction (despite how spent you felt) ran through your body. You look at him with half-lidded eyes, and he meets your gaze, before pressing another kiss to your forehead.

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[aziraphales-library]

Hii im looking for fic that looks at Crowley/aziraphale from an outside perspective for example the other whickber street traders being confused about where Aziraphale has gone and asking Crowley or other civilians noticing aziraphale and Crowley in general. Not looking for a particular fanfiction.

I do love a good #outsider POV fic...

Eavesdropping by IneffableDoll (G)

A patron of the pub overhears a bewildering conversation between a grey suit (Gabriel) and a beige suit (Aziraphale) in which their adoring descriptions of their respective goth partners are extremely…concerning.

The Mystery of the Missing Mr. Fell by treatsnsweets (G)

"Aren't you investigating? Keep the rant about the confusing relationship with Sunglasses in a separate thing." Phyllis spoke out loud, reading the notebook. "Hey! I'm not done with that yet. It's still my first draft and I needed more evidence." Trixie huffed as they grabbed her notebook back. Or Two teens decided to investigate why "Mr. Fell" has disappeared after the events of season 2.

Sanctuary by Scheissemann (M)

Days were hard for the shopkeepers on Whickber Street, Crowley was drinking, and Mrs. Sandwich just wanted to have a cigarette undisturbed.

What You've Lost But Never Had by BlackUnicorn (NR)

Mr. Fell, for that was all everyone knew to call him, was a peculiar man. He owned the bookshop next to Frank's record shop – A. Z. Fell & Co. it was called – and it had been there for as long as anyone could remember. Why, if Frank's mother, may she rest in peace, was to be believed, the Mr. Fell who had been around when she'd opened her own establishment was the very same that was still around now, over 70 years ago. That couldn't possibly be true, of course, and yet sometimes Frank wondered. He remembered Mr. Fell, of course, from his own childhood, his own youth, the kind man living next door, a little reclusive, perhaps, but always willing to offer a cup of tea and some nice biscuits to anyone in need of a cheer-up. 

A Table For One by WaitingToBeBroken (T)

There is a couple that has been coming to Justine's restaurant every third Wednesday of the month for more than a decade. Now, they are suddenly gone. Justine decides to ask around the neighbourhood about them. Everyone has a different theory.

amaranthus cruentus by jilliancares (G)

“It’s not my plant.” “Okay,” says Nina. “I mean, it wasn’t my plant. It was given to me. I didn’t pick it out.” “Right.” “I don’t even like flowers,” Crowley continues. “I like leafy plants. Leafy plants make sense.”

Or: Crowley and Aziraphale navigating their break-up, through the eyes of everyone else. Or: 5 times Crowley and Aziraphale deal with their heartbreak, plus 1 time they actually do something about it.

All of This is Completely Normal Here by TogetherAgain (G)

The events of an entirely ordinary day for one particular police station in London towards the beginning of summer in 2019. ~ ~ ~ Lonnie Clarke was talking to a lunatic. To be fair, that wasn’t really unusual. It was a standard part of police work. This particular lunatic was a special sort of insane, though. Crazy like a fox, this Mr. Fell. Or, just absurdly lucky. Clarke was just finishing up with him — confirming his contact information, thanking him for his time, and so on — when an entirely different and more familiar lunatic came swaggering in with their hands cuffed in front of them. “OI! Who sent a rookie to pick me up all by herself? That’s hazing, ‘s what that is. Thought you lot were above all that.” Ladies and gentlemen, A.J. Crowley was in the building.

the best of the world in the palm of our hands by middyblue (T)

Crowley seems to be going through a bad breakup and Maggie just wants to help. Apparently, the world is also ending.

- Mod D

[queerfortress2]

Oh my god, I loved the way you described the support classes in an argument, I feel like it was totally spot-on. Would you be willing to write how the other classes would be in an argument, as well? Or, at least maybe the defence classes?? Thank you and have a wonderful day! 🥰

another engineer (technically) one, im in heaven. also, thank you! (also so very sorry for how short it is, my brain is so very very fried from art fight.) — mod engie

GN!READER X DEFENSE CLASSES ; ARGUMENTS

DEMOMAN

out of all of them? he is the best. he can actually recognize that he is wrong in an argument after the fact and apologise, which is crazy by mercenary means. after all, most of his problems are solved by alcohol and bombs, but he cares about you enough not to blow you up, so be thankful for that.

that being said… he’s also drunk most of the time, so the former may not even apply when you’re arguing. he most likely won’t recognise he’s even arguing— hell! he might not even remember he’s arguing halfway through and begin talking about a completely unrelated topic. it’s kind of difficult to continue from there, considering he’s either too drunk to recognise you, sleeping, or taking another swig out of a comically large bottle.

"Aye..! I know y’er mad aboot th’ match but in—" His glassy eyes looked around, almost not at you, rather your general surroundings, his leg limp slightly. Be tilted to the right as he looked towards the fireplace of the lounging area, stumbling slightly, "—Wh’teva’ ‘s really jus’ ah… hic!—" Almost on cue, the man had practically fallen, stumbling over, falling asleep momentarily. The second his body loses balance, you seem to have been forced by your instinct to catch him. The impact between him and your arms almost knocked you both over, but thankfully he slowly rose back up to his feet and looked you in the eyes. Unfortunately for you, he already forgot about the argument, and began incoherently babbling about how he missed being this close to you. ..Maybe bring it up another time. One of the rare hours when he’s sober.

when he's sober afterwards i imagine its a lot easier to have a conversation with him, after all he's usually willing to admit he was in the wrong, and a lot of the time, its not a big argument. he's just not a man easy to anger. while the support classes are much easier to aggravate. a common theme seems to be the defense class men are just a loooooot more patient. (also a lot more apologetic)

ENGINEER

its genuinely really hard to argue with this man because he is (most of the time) correct. even if it is an argument you thought you knew all about he's INFURIATINGLY on top. why? well, he does his research really. he's not as willing to win silly little debates but when it comes to much more serious decisions being made. or, say, doing something utterly STUPID at work that could've gotten you killed. yeah, the respawn exists, but darn it that don' mean you can play with it!

so when you, say, fuck around with dangerous technology, he will 100% start arguing. not because he hates you for messing with his latest trinket, but because you could've gotten seriously hurt! that's not a game he's willing to play. unlike the medic, he doesn't often fuck around with satan, the poor texan doesn't want to grow more grey hair in his... beard? eyebrows? i don't know, dell is practically bald.

"WHAT were you THINKING?" The Texan dropped his hard hat onto the desk beside him. The man works late nights to make sure no one gets royally fucked by that dangerous machine his Grandfather created a few generations before, and you're skipping out of it like it's a playground? It's safe to say his blood pressure suffers due to your recklessness. Though it was clear his volume was unwarranted, he finally started over with a long sigh, talking at a normal volume. "Y'know that thin' wasn't always 'dere? Dontcha? Don't get too comfortable with that thin'. I don' wanna see you get hurt, y' hear me?" Dell really didn't want to hear your side of the argument, after all, in his mind there was no reason in hell OR heaven for you to just casually run at the flames of the opposing Pyro for 'funsies'. Imagine how it is for him to see you die in numerous ways on the battle field. It AIN'T NICE, to say the least.

no matter how long the argument went on, he would eventually shut you down with a good 'don't pull that shit again' and move out to take a lap. he takes a lot longer to cool down than the other two defense mercenaries, mostly because whenever he argues genuinely, it gets rather personal. even if to you it seemed rather 'impersonal' and 'professional' feel-y, in his heart it was because all the machinery is what gives his family their name. whenever he sees someone messing around with it? it genuinely ticks him off.

HEAVY

man of little words argues the least, mostly because, unlike engineers, everything is rather impersonal. he's definitely heard it all, and while i don't think he apologises as often, it's also just difficult to get him to argue THAT BADLY. the most you get out of him is maybe two words telling you not to do something, and even then there's not that much room for argument is there? you either do what he's asked of you or you don't. both are things he can't quite control. he's just as stubborn, as you can tell he just does his own thing, only following directions when he can see it's vital for his or others' survival.

not impossible to argue with him, however. there are times when you can get him to argue, but its usually not anything important. perhaps you had a different opinion on how a cliffhanger was supposed to be interpreted? now we're getting somewhere. maybe you have a rather negative imagine of fyodor's brothers. he's not gonna let you pass without explaining why.

"I just didn't understand what the Father was supposed to mean in all that!" You may have exclaimed as you sat across from the largest mercenary on the team, yet sat composed in a comfortable sofa chair, with small glasses and a comically small book in hand. He wasn't usually seen like this, after all, most people see him screaming violently on the field. It's only this side that you see most commonly late at night. The way you seemed to speak of it was rather surface-level. Which, not to blame you, it's a Russian novel, not many are reading it at all. Heavy never owned books in English. So it's really just for you to 'suck up and take' while reading with him. Thankfully, he's taught you enough to have you fill in the blanks with common sense. Perhaps it was just American society getting to you. Back at home, the meaning was a lot easier to grasp, knowing that most were under a similar crushing situation under the new rule. At least in Russian society, where a lot of knowledge is needed to even begin to understand the book, the brothers' differences were clear in what they represented and what their father represented, especially in the modern day with the uprising and new government, filled with Soviet control. The man stared lost in thought at you, which is mighty intimidating on its own, before actually speaking up. "Ah, no." He simply shook his head, leaning forward in his chair for you to hear him better, "He uses father in metaphor not..." He snapped his finger attempting to remember the English word for his sentence. "Literal. Father mean more than just caretaker. Mean oppression." It sounded as if he were to continue before he simply sat back and relaxed back into his chair.

it didn't exactly feel like an argument, in fact it felt more like he was informing you. but that's genuinely the closest i could ever imagine him getting to an argument. he just doesn't seem like that type of guy.

[dandysworldhcs]

the craft siblings cod be fish in a birdcage coded if we tried hard enough, LET ME COOOOK

so mods probablylyyy saw my spiel abt the craft siblings from a few days ago. tldr for people who didn’t read it: goob has cycled through a lot of handlers due to being seen as “higher maintenance” for his disabilities, and scraps has always been there for comfort and support.

so. to the song.

the lines “Im a fish inside a birdcage, my brother always sings me songs. With his beak he tries to soothe me; he makes me feel that i belong.” are mostly what im picking this up from. Goob struggles, Scraps has always been there to reassure him, even if she’s seen as “normal”, “like the others.” She belongs, whale he feels he does not.

now, there are more lines that fit, but im skipping straight to the chorus.

“So carry me through these walls, brother of mine. Show me the world outside, it has to be true, im counting on you, to be my wings and my eyes”

The world outside probably being.. everyfin the other toons can do, and being treated normally instead of infantalized. But that last 3 lines r REALLLLY what get me

he’s gullible, he’s counting on her. His lazy eye, his arms. PLEASEEEEE

sorry this was yappy and I probably cod have explained this better but im ill about these siblings and my english isn’t englishing well GULP

this is gonna sound wrong to anyone who doesn’t know but rule #34 by them goes SO hard🔥

HOLLYY FUCKKK RULE #4 MENTIONED ANON I LOVE YOU -daz/scott

[sonic-takeover]

Here sonic! I found these flowers! They are called wolfbanes! * Place a vase full of wolfsbane somewhere in the room to the mod's liking*

(If not normal fullmoon like werewolves, what if the different lunar eclipse has an effect on werehogs? I'm totally not helping 🍽 figuring out how to let that form of yours out. He is the only one we know who became one, so im quite interested in this...)

-🖤(im back from the abyss)

*Sonic eyes the flowers on Shadow's desk. Something about them makes him... Uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. He feels like his fur is standing in end around them. He walks in a wide circle around the desk to avoid them while going to get fresh gloves from the dresser. He'd been practicing skidding, so his white gloves are now beige from dirt. He glances up as Shadow comes in, rolling one of his shoulders*

Have you ever trained with Metal before? He is a beast.

What are those flowers doing here?

What..? *He looks over at the wolfsbane* Oh. 🖤 Left them for us. I thought they looked nice.

.... Ah. *He pulls on the gloves and adjusts the fingers to be more comfortable* I um.. think I'm allergic to them.

Oh- I didn't know you had allergies.

I don't- I mean I didn't think I did.. guess you learn something new every day, huh?

..I suppose so.. I'll get rid of them.

...mmkay. sorry, babe..

It's alright. I care more about you than some vase of flowers.

Heh ... Love you too, Shads..

[phantompanties]

Fuck it im doing it and im having fun!!!

Lucius's nsfw alphabet!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

He’s the sweetest, softest partner ever. He’ll get you water, carry you to the bathroom, apply soothing creams if you went rough, run you a bubble bath, and even get you snacks if you want. If he’s subbing, he’ll be a blubbering mess of “thank you, master” and “I love you” After that, whether it be top or bottom, he’s clingy and snuggling you like he’s your second skin.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, it’s his many tattoos, his pretty hands, and his cock (lol) boy is obviously proud of his size and body mods, and he adores it when his partners love them too.

On his partners, it's mainly their chest, ass, hips, and genitals, but also secretly their heart. If he really loves you, he’ll rest his head on your naked chest (using his magic to remove his horns, ouch) and listen to your heartbeat.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Due to his nature as a sex demon, he cums A LOT. He cums so much you’re amazed he has any left when he’s done. His favourite place to cum is inside his partners, of course. But he won’t say no to literally anywhere else. He gets a rush seeing his partner marked in any way with his demonic seed. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Because he is an eldritch demon, he secretly fantasizes about opening up your skin and eating your heart. To his kind, eating your lover’s heart is the ultimate romantic gesture in a macabre way. He knows though, that he cannot do that, so he settles for listening to your beautiful heartbeat. It brings him just as much joy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Obviously. Boy is a sex demon who’s lived thousands of years. He’s had more partners than the number of atoms on your pinky finger.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn’t particularly have a favourite when he’s domming, but if he loves you, he enjoys the mating press because of how close the two of you are, and how he can see your eyes rolling back into your head. When he’s subbing, he doesn’t have a preference. He’ll do anything you want him to do and thank you for it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

This boy LOVES being a total goober. He feeds mostly on the enjoyment of his partners, so when they’re having fun, it’s like a 5-star dessert. He likes to tease and make his lovers laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Clean-shaven, totally smooth. He wants to show off that diamond on his pubic bone.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

If you’re just another one of his normal “meals”, he’s pretty romantic in a general sense. He usually gets summoned by lonely humans who crave intimacy, so he’s more than happy to give them what they want. If he’s in love with you though, he is a SAP. he’ll wrap his tail around you (if you’ll allow him), hold you so close that your skin is practically fused, whimper “I love you’s” and call you every petname he can think of.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since he feeds off the pleasure of others, he prefers to have a partner. That being said, if you want to watch him play with himself whether it be with just his hands or with a toy up his butt, he’ll be all over it. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don’t think there's a single kink this man wouldn’t do. If it’s what you want, he’ll do it. You want him to spank you red? He’s grabbing the paddle. You wanna lick his horns? He’s lowering his head for you. You want him to suck your toes? He’s all over them. You wanna peg him? He wants you to peg him too. ANYTHING.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He’ll do it anywhere and everywhere. Private, public, doesn’t matter. Whatever you want, babe. Just say the word. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Since he feeds on pleasure, his need for sustenance is the biggest reason. Boy’s gotta eat, right? If he loves you though, having you be happy is added to that. He’s such a sucker for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Although I said he’d do anything and everything, he wouldn’t do anything that’d push boundaries. He lives off his partner’s pleasure, so if you’re not having fun, or want to stop, he’ll stop. Is it ironic that a demon does the bare minimum better than some humans? Yes. but yknow, it’s my fantasy, I do what I want.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Boy fucking howdy this man loves oral. He has a six-inch long, pierced, forked tongue, and he knows how to use it. If you have a pussy, he’s IN THERE tongue fucking you until you scream. If you have a cock, he’s wrapping his tongue all around it and jacking you off with his prehensile muscle. Cum is one of his favourite foods, so he’ll jump on any chance he’ll get, baby.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I feel like his pace would rely on the mood at the time tbh. If you’re having a sweet sensual moment, he’ll be slow and sweet. If it's like a quickie or you’re getting rough, he’ll be railing you so hard and fast you’ll have a headboard-shaped dent in your wall.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes his energy will be low and he’ll require a quickie to pep up. It’s kind of like having a granola bar when you skipped breakfast for him. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Like I keep saying, he’ll do anything you want him to. He has years and years and years of experience under his belt, so there’s hardly any experimenting left for him. But for you, the vastly less experienced mortal, he’ll experiment with you all day long. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Bro’s a demon. He has enough energy to power the entirety of Russia. When he gets into it and siphons that sweet lust from you, he can go all day and all night and still have cum in his balls.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He LOVES toys! He probably has a secret hiding place filled to the ceiling with all kinds of stuff. He loves stuffing his partner with dildos, vibrators, plugs, beads, what have you. It gives him such a thrill to see his partner’s holes filled and them shaking from the stimulation. And OF COURSE, he loves being stuffed with toys himself. He really gets off on his partner watching him fuck himself stupid on a huge dildo. Like I keep saying, your pleasure is his pleasure. Whatever you want is what you’ll get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, this boy loves to tease so much. To him, humans are adorable, so it makes his heart soar when his partner whines and begs for him to cut it out. It’s kind of like when you annoy your pet by blowing on their ears or something. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

BOY. IS. A. WHIMPERER. He makes the most PATHETIC moans and whines even if he’s topping. He can’t help himself, your pleasure is just so damn delicious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I like to think he isn’t the biggest fan of shower sex. Like, yeah, he’ll do it, but the problem is the fact he’s too tall for most human showers and bumps his head and horns on damn near EVERYTHING. By the end of it, he needs an ice pack to soothe the swelling bump on his forehead from whacking it on the curtain rod too many times. Poor boy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 inches (17.78 cm) hard, fades to glowing teal at the tip like his horns or tattoos, pierced with 4 frenum ladders, 3 near the tip, one near the base. Big full balls, very smooth and pretty. Oh, also his hole glows teal too lmaoooo

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s an incubus. He wants to fuck 24/7. That isn’t to say he can’t control himself, though. He has fantastic self-control. He’s like a well-trained dog with a treat on its head.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As a demon, he doesn’t need to sleep. Usually after his normal “meals” have fallen asleep, he’ll hang around, maybe clean up the room until the contract ends at sunrise. If he was summoned, he’d take his partner’s soul along with him. If you’re in a pact and he’s in love with you, he’ll either watch you sleep all night with hearts in his eyes or do something to pass the time like chores or some kind of hobby he picked up. If he’s low energy though, he’ll conk out pretty fast. That hardly ever happens, though.

[canaryy15]

LIFE SERIES CATS!!!! This art is not new i just wanna yap about them

First up mean gills cats!! I do not own the Scott one, it was for a commission sadly

Coralsands and Unnamed scott cat!!! Coralsands is my martyn cat in general but mainly based off his mean gills design

Coral’s art is by Birdbirdie on Toyhouse, Scott cat is by me!! Both designs are by me

Then my normal scott cat, Chromapetal!! @feliden designed them :3

Art by me!!

Aaaand lastly 3am pearl cat, Weepingpearl!! Design was made in Catmaker (clangen mod) but i designed her afterward! Art again is by @feliden , we love feli!! /silly /p

@rengie8 THIS IS ALL OF THEM FOR NOW BUT MY FRIEND IS MAKING A JIMMY CAT THAT IM COMMISSIONING EHEH and i plan to get more >:3 I do technically have a Ren cat named Houndstrike but i dont like his design so im prob gonna redesign him!!

[bonny-kookoo]

bonnyy cld be get an off duty drabble w oc admiring jk's body mods im so curious abt them🤥

Jungkook has always had his body mods ever since you've known him.

He's never told you how or why he got them- but from what you know about other people's mods, and considering how and where they're placed, you've got an idea as to what their purpose is inside his body.

The back of his neck and his spine is covered by silver metal, a little scratched from the timeframe they've been in place, but overall still in mint condition. You know he's had them for quite some time now, and you've also heard from conversations that he's had them after an 'incident' at work.

So, during his police service, he must've been involved in something that caused him to need the mods now. But, you shouldn't be nosy, right? It's his past, not yours. And he's made it clear that he doesn't really want to have anything to do with you past normal partnership for work purposes.

You tend to forget that sometimes, especially when he's nicer to you than usual.

Right now, you're poking your head around your bedroom door, when he notices you, chuckling a bit. "What's up?" He asks, and you look into the kitchen for a second, before you mumble something. "Hm?" He asks, walking closer to hear you better.

"...can I have something to snack on.?" You wonder quietly, tail tucked between your legs and ears turned downwards. It's normal- you feel bad right now, because you've both been working overtime today, and he'd asked you twice on the way home if you wanted to eat something- which you denied in those moments, thinking that it would just bother him too much.

But you're horribly hungry, stomach growling in complaint.

"Aish, I asked you, didn't I?" He sighs, running a hand through his still damp hair from the shower, before he laughs. "Come on then, I'll warm up some leftovers." He invites you, letting you follow him into the kitchen.

You sit at the table, watching him move around, kitchen light reflecting off the silver body modifications on his neck and back. The clock is ticking and the microwave buzzes while he heats up your leftover dinner from yesterday, before he turns around, catching you staring.

"You can ask, you know." He says, arms crossed in front of his upper bare body, only sweatpants covering him.

"...but I shouldn't." You answer, leaning your chin on your arms on the table. "It's yours." You say.

"I mean, yeah, they're obviously mine. But you can still ask about them." He shrugs.

"...what're they for?" You ask because of that.

"Keep me moving." He simply answers. "The spinal one-" He says, sitting down close to you at the kitchen table so you can see them better. "-connects up here, to the one on my neck." He taps the metal, and you look at them in wonder. You've never seen them up close like this. "Without them, I wouldn't be able to move anymore." He shrugs off, and you look at him as if you want to ask further- but you don't.

"Not one bit?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Not one bit." He offers. "But I got them, and they work well. So it's no big deal."

"Do you.. is it different with them?" You ask. "Like, do you feel different?" You wonder, and he moves his shoulders a bit, thinking.

"A little." He nods. "My hands feel numb sometimes when it's cold. And I have to be careful not to break them. Won't kill me- but I'd be a breathing corpse, basically." He laughs-

but you're not finding any of it funny.

There's an odd protectiveness bubbling up in you now. Feeding you the need to really have his back now- literally, and figuratively. Because, while you'd never admit it to not overcomplicate things, or put any burden or pressure on him-

You love him.

As more than just a partner.