#also yeah yeah i could ask him but i dont want to

[saiintofdiirt]

Summary: Parrot and Wifies have a talk some time after the fallout of Parrot finding out Wifies is a clone. A follow up to Ken's POV in Part 1.

notes: this is once again not edited, this was the result of some quick writing last night and a wrap up today. it's more like practice for Parrot's voice which i think i did a shit job at but it's here and u can now judge me urself. enjoy. or dont idk. divider from here

word count: 2568. just slightly less than the previous installment.

11:49

Parrot has picked through his feathers so many times he thinks he’s developing a bald spot in his left wing. He's usually better at waiting, has patience for his plans to go through, but today there is no plan, just waiting. He stares at his comm, open in his hand as he rereads the chat over and over again.

[Wifies]: Would you be open to talking with me today?

[Parrotx2]: yes

[Parrotx2]: of course

[Parrotx2]: what’s up

[Wifies]: I was actually wondering if we could meet up.

[Parrotx2]: yeah wherever you want

[Wifies]: I’ll open up my world.

[Wifies]: How does noon sound?

[Parrotx2]: perfect

[Wifies]: I’ll send you the IP then.

[Parrotx2]: great!

Great! He sounds like a loser.

So Parrot is waiting for the clock to strike noon on his comm to go. Part of him wonders if he's going to spawn into a pit, or straight into lava, or in an escape room, something that would make Wifies feel better to watch him go through after the hell Parrot raised. Parrot would be fine with that. Honestly, he hopes Wifies is mad. He's only going to feel worse if he's met with Wifies’s carefully thought out words and blunt kindness.

11:54

He stops touching his wings. He's been trying to organize his thoughts so he doesn't say something incredibly stupid to Wifies again. There’s a script now.

I’m sorry for reacting so harshly, I was shocked and didn’t know how to process what I was hearing. I felt hurt because I thought you didn’t trust me with the truth, but now I see why you wanted to keep it to yourself. I should have never acted that way. You’re so important to me, and I should have thought about all the trust between us. I always trust you.

11:55

It’s simple, but it’s straightforward, and he wants to be as clear as possible. He also wants to be sincere, but sincerity is scary. His sincerity is blue, bruised, gushes forward like an open wound and stains the world in his blood.

11:56

But he can do sincerity. He can do it for Wifies. He could probably do a lot for Wifies, but Wifies never asks for anything. He didn’t even ask to be freed from the chunkban. He just waited. Trusted Parrot, and waited for Parrot, and was happy to see Parrot after everything. Wifies is always trusting and waiting and happy.

11:57

And Parrot ruined it for what? Catharsis for his fears? A moment to let that horrible feeling of being second, third, fourth in someone's life tear through everything he’s done? Is that even the reason why?

11:58

God. When Wifies starts asking questions, Parrot is going to crumble like a house of cards. It'll be Parrot's unjust luck to be forgiven.

[Wifies]: IP XXXXXXXXXX

Parrot jolts and almost drops his comm. He scrambles to copy the IP down and flick through his comm settings. He pastes it into the server IP box and hovers over the connect button.

12:00

He clicks connect.

Landing softly onto a carpet of podzol in a chilly spruce forest, Parrot lets out a plume of ashen breath. There are a few cabins in a semicircle in front of him, warm light spilling out of each window and from the branches of the towering spruce trees. The afternoon sun barely breaches the canopy, but it speckles the ground just enough to give the world a surreal atmosphere.

There's a campfire pit to one side surrounded by log benches, and there sits Wifies. He looks brilliant in the firelight, dark hair loose without his headband and violet eyes muted.

“Parrot,” Wifies calls out as he stands up. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Parrot says lamely, hesitating for a moment before making his way over to Wifies. The campfire warms him up, but the chill doesn't go away. “How are you?”

“It’s going to rain soon, so I’m feeling it in my joints,” Wifies says, lighthearted as he rubs one of his shoulders. “Sit with me.”

So Parrot does. He’s not in the business of denying Wifies much of anything. He sits on one end of the log bench, and Wifies sits two feet away, turned towards Parrot, and Parrot looks at him, and his mind just— it blanks. His script dissolves like salt in the sea.

“I wanted to start with saying that I am a clone of the original Wifies,” Wifies says, giving Parrot space to try and reboot his brain. “He was. . . making clones for the sake of content, and I was the most successful one. I never knew. And one day, Ken showed up to what I thought was my single player world, and. . . it’s a very long story, but he got me out of there and we, um, we killed the original. He. . . wasn’t going to let me just leave. And those are the main points of my story. I just wanted you to know the important bits before we talk further.”

“Clones for content,” Parrot echoes, eyebrows scrunching up. “Clones for content? He was— what?”

“Making clones to put them into escape rooms for quick video production.”

“The— what the fuck?”

Wifies smiles awkwardly, but doesn’t speak again. He keeps rubbing his shoulder over and over, self soothing maybe, or maybe it’s just that painful from the onset of the rain.

“I'm sorry for how I acted. I don’t care that you’re a clone,” Parrot says, flinching at his own sharpness. He looks away and into the crackling fire. “I care about you. The clone stuff is— is whatever. Or not whatever, I’ll care about it as much as you want me to care about it.”

“Parrot, don’t make me promises you know you can’t keep.”

Wifies’s voice is gentle. It is so, so gentle, with no hint of disappointment or scolding. Parrot’s stomach churns. He wishes again for Wifies’s anger, pointed and cold, instead of this. Anger is easy. This stings like salt in a wound.

“Why do you think I can’t keep to that?”

“Not knowing drives you crazy.”

“You not being there has driven me more crazy.”

“Until you forget, and it starts bothering you again.”

Parrot deserves it, but his heart is heavy and he feels like he’s been shot right through it. Wifies isn’t even being cruel, just honest; he’s right, eventually it will drive Parrot crazy to not be able to talk about the whole situation, to understand Wifies better by prying into his life.

“I don’t like talking about it. It was a bad time for me. I also don’t know everything about. . . myself. About what you’ll eventually ask.”

Parrot has to physically bite his tongue. Wifies doesn't know everything. What if he gets sick? Or badly hurt? What if he starts feeling like something is wrong, and there's nothing to be done for it, because nobody knows? What if—

“This is why I never want to tell anyone,” Wifies sighs out, curling in on himself in the corner of Parrot’s eyes. “If nothing else, just promise me you won't tell anyone?”

“Never,” Parrot says firmly. That's a promise he can keep. “I would never.”

“Thank you, Parrot.”

Their conversation tapers off. The sunlight is disappearing little by little, the promised rain clouds rolling in from far away, far above. Parrot’s feathers puff up a bit at a slight, churning breeze that cuts through the forest.

“I'm sorry, for what it's worth. For lying this whole time.”

“I see why you did. I just ended up proving why lying was the right choice. Nothing to be sorry about.”

“It's funny,” Wifies says in a voice that promises to be anything but funny. “When I'm scared, everything hurts again. I can never remember how they got here, but all the little pains come back again, like the reminder of fear should pull a memory or two up. But there's nothing. I don't remember how I hurt my shoulder this badly. I don't remember how it got fixed. All I remember is that it’s hurt forever. I don't remember a life without pain, and when this all came to light, my reality went from a life where pain existed to a life that was lived with pain.”

Rain begins to dribble through the leaves around them. The campfire hisses and sparks but doesn't extinguish, too large and hot to be daunted by such a pathetic display. The canopy is too dense for the rain to punch through in earnest.

“What are you scared of?” Parrot forces himself to ask. Please don't be afraid of me.

“Losing another part of my life to this. I can never seem to escape the factory. What a lousy escapist I've become, huh?”

Wifies pulls his feet up into the log, resting his chin on his knee and watching the fire. Parrot doesn't remember turning towards him, but he inches closer. The space between them is too large. His hand is too far from Wifies’s own.

“You don't have to lose anything,” Parrot says. “There's nothing to be lost. You can always come back to the server. Nobody there will ever know except for Ken.”

“No matter how this plays out, I lose you.”

“I'm right here. I'm right next to you, right now, what do you mean?”

Parrot feels pathetic, but he doesn't care. Wifies won't look at him, is talking about losing him like Parrot isn't about to crawl out of his skin just so Wifies won't leave him again. The rain thickens the air around them with the promise of more force, and Parrot stretches a wing over Wifies’s head without a single thought.

“You'll always think about the fact I'm a clone. I lost my status of human. I lost our relationship. It took so long for me to feel normal, and now it's all gone.”

“Wifies, look at me please.”

Wifies does. He does, because he still cares, and Parrot is going to be sick at the resigned look in Wifies’s eyes. Parrot is close enough now, so he reaches out and holds Wifies’s face in both hands. He can feel the way Wifies’s jaw works, the thrum of his slow heartbeat in his throat, the way his breathing is shallow and quick. His eyes are a little glassy, a little red, and Parrot adds another wretched tally to the list of times he's made Wifies cry.

“No matter what, you are human, okay? To me, and to Ken, and I'm sure to whoever you were talking to that day as well. Don't ever doubt that.”

Wifies’s expression softens and he just barely nods, which is a small relief for Parrot.

“All I ever think about when you're gone is when you're coming back,” Parrot says. His sincerity bleeds, red and blue smudged across each word. He’ll bleed for them, every drop if that’s what it takes. “And all I've been thinking about this whole time is how I'm going to make it up to you. How I really, really want to do whatever it takes for you to stay. I want you to stay. And not a single one of those thoughts had anything to do with whether you're a clone or not.”

Wifies breathes in. It shakes something horrible. Parrot will crawl his way back into being trusted until he has no more body to move with.

“All of those thoughts had to do with how you've always been with me. Funny, kind, snarky, quick, the only person in this world I've ever been able to close my eyes next to knowing that I've got everything I need right there. That the only way I'll ever be apart from you is by being torn. And none of that, none of it, has changed. I still think all that about you. All that's been added is that I'm an asshole who definitely doesn't deserve your loyalty, but I'm too greedy to let it go so easily.”

That makes Wifies giggle, the sound wet and cracking. Parrot presses the pads of his thumbs under Wifies's eyes. If he's going to make Wifies cry, the least he can do is clean it up too.

“The only thing I ever need you to do is believe in me,” Parrot says, pressing his lips to Wifies’s forehead. It's easier somehow to speak like this, wetness pooling against Parrot’s fingers. “Believe that I love you so much. Believe that I'm going to make this right between us. Believe that learning this has done nothing to change how I feel about you. And if you can't, please believe in me anyway.”

“Of course I believe in you Parrot,” Wifies murmurs, voice crackling. “Why else would I follow you everywhere?”

“I'm that persuasive?”

“Hardly.”

“Hey, not even a little?”

Wifies laughs. It’s a sweet sound. When Parrot pulls back to look, Wifies has his eyes closed, and he’s not quite smiling, but he’s not frowning either, which is a win. 

“You’re determined and direct,” Wifies says, letting the full weight of his head loll into Parrot’s hands. Parrot raises his other wing so they're encompassed by green and red and blue. “Which is what made me agree to help you at first. But then. . . I don’t know. You can be charming when you want to be. Not often, but on occasion.”

Parrot squawks indignantly just to hear Wifies laugh again. Wifies blinks his eyes open, and Parrot wipes away a stray tear.

“Do you know how touchy you are?” Wifies asks suddenly.

“Should I let go?”

“No, I just wonder if you know that. When you were upset, you made a real effort to not reach out. That’s how I knew it was serious.”

“Well, now you know it’s not serious.”

“Mm, this is serious too in its own way. You’re serious that you want me to stay.”

Parrot lifts Wifies’s head so that they’re eye to eye, bloodshot violet to his own green-blue blur, and says, “Deadly serious. I don’t want to be separated like this again. Knowing I had hurt you and couldn’t make it better? The absolute worst time of my life, I think.”

“It sucked,” Wifies agrees, finally cracking a smile. “It’s over now though. I think.”

“Of course it's over now, you're never allowed to leave me like that again,” Parrot scolds him entirely lighthearted and Wifies snorts.

“Don't yell at me again and I won't.”

“I won't, I'm sorry for yelling.”

Wifies laughs again, and despite the fact he's clearly reveling in having Parrot wrapped around his finger like this, Parrot can't even pretend to be annoyed. Wifies won't leave him again. It's all that matters right now. Any question or doubt dies a quiet death when Wifies reaches up to hold both of Parrot’s wrists in a loose grip.

“This is weirdly nice,” Wifies says, closing his eyes again. “I don't think anyone's ever touched my face so gently. I can't remember the feeling.”

“You just say when,” Parrot replies.

He's not being entirely selfless here— there's something soothing about running the pads of his thumbs over Wifies’s skin, like a promise that this moment is as real as when he left. Wifies can't leave him when they're like this, tangled up under Parrot’s wings under the rain.

“Then for just a bit longer,” Wifies says, and Parrot agrees. Just a bit longer.

[tigerdrop]

Got any fun thoughts to share about Ford and Bill?

they drive me crazy dude. i have a lot to say about them so im putting it under a readmore

ive been billpilled for 1 million years dog. hes like the Blueprint. bills the perfect entity to me: terrifying shapeshifting demon who can slip into every corner of your mind and read all your thoughts and memories. and also hes a cartoon character with noodle arms and a cute shape. and hes a pathetic worm whos hung up on his human ex. and hes a funny little guy whos playful and mean and delights in tormenting you but juuuust enough so that he doesnt break you. Hes so awesome

like. listen. this isnt going to be a surprise if youve read literally anything ive ever written. but if bill possessed ford and slammed his hand in a car door and got a kick out of it and put him in a funny little outfit id be fine about it. ford was literally in a 24/7 freeuse lifestyle with him so why WOULDNT he

yeah im kind of a masochist. Why do u ask

put his ass in a horny neurotic guys body and see what happens. hit his dick with a cartoon mallet for fun. slap him around a little. feels cool and neat! like "human bodies are so responsive, huh" said while blanfords about to jam a fork into an outlet (thats my name for it btw. Im not looking it up)

what if i hurt you?? what if i dropped you??? Just kidding :-)

i dont know how much genuine sexual pleasure bill would get out of it so much as the thrill and novelty of a new human sensation but i think that could be fun in and of itself. jacking off with another guys body in a weirdly distant way like Haha Wow. Im getting kind of flustered here! (actively jamming a coke bottle into his pussy)

and the thing that really drives me crazy about ford is how much fetish shit he thinks about/makes inventions for/has inflicted upon him. i think in the series finale hes tied up like 3 fucking times. its insane. he wants to give up control of his body so fucking bad dude!!!!! (exhibit A: ford going limp like a kitten whenever hes picked up. it happens more than once.)

and theres even more contrived bondage bits in the deleted scenes! its maddening. hes an insane obsessive bdsm-lifestyling pervert and hes likethe ideal guy to match bills freak

hes soooo fucking easy. its so much fun to me. theres something really erotic about the way bill makes him feel special about his hands......like.......its naked flattery but its also kinda true. its weird. he likes weird shit. and ford falls for it soooo easy. drives me nuts

now walk with me. think about how easy that same interaction would transfer to ford being transgender. and your not allowed to get mad at me bc this is just my thing now

its so strange! kind of captivating. bills been around the block but the western conception of transmasculinity is so recent that for him it might as well be a blink of the eye. so i think it would be new to him. especially given when he actually makes a deal with ford. just another special thing about his special little guy. he *knew* there was something about ford

and to be frank i think that if you were a transmasc pervert in the 70s and a dream demon came along that understood you inside and out and can make all of your bizarre fantasies come true. well. you would have been fucking stupid not to fuck him

i need to read the book of bill so fucking bad bc the extra context of bill being super hung up on ford drives me CRAZY!!!! i love bitter lovestruck jerks. i love divorce. and i think they could and should hook up again. bad guys that are reluctantly forced to stop being so bad are so much fun and fords huge fucking ego didnt go anywhere. i think bill could convince ford to give him a second chance. at least just to hook up for old times sake

anyway. im making a bill itabag. Gotta go

[gaycragula]

Wait omg can you write trans!male reader x cassidy smut, apologies i dont have any specifics theres just not a lot of that love ur writing

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x Trans!Male Reader Warning(s): NSFW/18+ content under the cut

Warning(s): Bottom reader, face sitting/face riding, eating out, vaginal sex, vaginal terms such as clit, pussy, etc are used throughout, not beta read. never beta read Word Count: 2197 Masterlist AO3 Link i know the title is basic. im awful with coming up with titles </3. also suprise !!! im not dead. sorry for disappearing again. it will happen again

Cassidy tensed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, relaxing when you’d muttered his name against him. The bar you’d gone out to was getting crowded and you were starting to get uncomfortable at some of the looks people had been giving you. One too many drinks and self-control goes out the window with some people. 

“Somethin’ up, darlin’?” Cassidy asks. You shake your head, nudging your nose into his neck for a moment.

“Jus’ wanted to come see you a moment,” you answer as you eye his glass of whiskey. “And steal your drink,” you add, snatching his glass before he could push it out of your reach. 

Cassidy scowls as you hand him the empty glass. You offer him a smile before taking his hat off his head. He reaches to take it back from you, missing as you step away from him and place the accessory on your head. “I’ll meet you outside in an hour, cowboy,” you tease, patting his arm as you step back into the crowd.

True to your word, you were outside in an hour. You leaned against the wall of the bar, a cigar in your mouth as you chatted with another bar patron. His hat remained perched on your head and Cassidy couldn’t think of a time you’d looked any hotter than you did then.

Smoke billowed from your mouth as you spoke. The top buttons of your button up had been popped open, exposing your chest- including a lovely set of hickeys Cassidy had given you a couple nights prior- to the cool evening air. The hat, his hat, was angled down, obstructing the top half of your face. 

Cassidy watched you rummage through your pockets before you pulled out the pack of matches you keep on you. He always found it amusing that you lit your cigars with matches. You handed the pack to the patron who lit up a cigarette. He decided to walk up to you then, leaning against the wall next to you.

At this proximity, he could see your eyes had been trained on him, a mischievous look in your eyes as you stood up straight. “Need something, cowboy?” You ask, offering him your cigar.

“You with that guy?” The patron asks and Cassidy can’t hold back his smile as you roll your eyes. He takes your cigar with a curt nod as you turn to answer the person.

“Sure am,” you answer, taking your matches back when offered. You can’t make out what the person says after before they’re walking off to bother someone else. “Fucker wouldn’t leave me alone,” you mutter, taking your cigar back before putting it out. 

“So you weren’t talkin’ to ‘em to make me jealous?” Cassidy teases. You scoff and grab the collar of his shirt to pull him closer to you.

“I would never,” you grin, ghosting your lips over his. He can smell the remnants of your cigar on your breath and he knows you can practically taste the whiskey he’d been drinking. “You want me to?”

It was Cassidy’s turn to scoff, pressing his lips against yours. His hands find your waist and he’s pushing you back into the wall behind you as he trades a few kisses with you. “Home?” He asks as he pulls back.

“Unless you wanna bang in a motel, yeah.”

–

The moment the door closed behind you, Cassidy was on you. His hands finished unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off of your torso kicking. It hits the ground and he kicks it away for later cleanup. You push your chest into his hands as he traces the scars just under your pecs. He always does when he gets your shirt off. 

He hums affectionately and he leans in to kiss you again, tilting his head so he doesn’t bump his forehead against his hat that you’re still wearing. Thumbs brush over your nipples and you groan into his mouth.

Tongues meet and saliva is swapped and before long things have moved into the bedroom and you’re both naked. You straddle Cassidy’s hips, your thighs on either side of his hips.

You run a hand down your body, stopping at your naval as you look down at him. He can’t get over the dark look in your eyes, a stark contrast to your sickly sweet smile you’re giving him.

“Want a taste?” 

“Course I do, darlin’.” Cassidy nods eagerly, his hands already reaching for your thighs as you move up to hover just above his face. He urges you down, wasting no time in getting his tongue sliding through your folds, his lips around your engorged clit. 

Fingernails dig into your thighs and you know they’re going to leave marks by the time he’s done. The contrast between his real arm and metal one just adds to the sensation of his lips on your pussy.

You roll your hips against his face, biting your lip to muffle the moan that bubbles in your throat. He eats you out like a man starved, lapping up anything and everything you give him. It sends jolts of pleasure straight up your spine.

Hand grip your ass, kneading the flesh there. His beard scratches against your inner thighs and it causes you to squeeze them together just a bit tighter. Cassidy groans under you, squeezing your ass tighter while his tongue flicks against the sensitive head of your clit.

One of your hands finds purchase in Cassidy’s hair, pulling his face impossibly closer to your pussy as you grind against his mouth. “Fuck Cassidy, you know how to eat a man out,” you groan out in praise. 

Cassidy groans in response. You can hear his hips jerk against the bed and you can just tell he’s desperate for stimulation. You glance down at him and find him already looking up at you, eyes lidded and nose flared. It makes your heart skip a beat and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

He chuckles against your pussy, the vibrations against your clit making you tense up and forcing a moan out of your mouth. Cassidy’s tongue pushes against your hole and you tense as it pushes into you. “Cole!” You hiss as you tug on his hair.

He groans but his tongue returns to licking through your folds and circling your clit. The familiar coil of your orgasm tightens in your abdomen and a well timed suck to your cocklet sends you over the edge before you can even warn Cassidy. Your pussy spasms and you can hear the lewd sounds of him slurping up as much as he can. Greedy little thing he was.

The aftermath of your orgasmic high has you twitching on top of him in a blissed haze before Cassidy moves you off of his face. He lays you on your back next to him, crawling over you to kiss you as he reaches for the bedside table where you keep the lube.

You can taste yourself on his lips. You still haven’t figured out if you like it or not. 

You vaguely register the sound of the cap to the lube opening and then there’s slicked fingers pressing against your entrance. The soft moan you produce is swallowed by his mouth as he pushes a single finger into you.

The kiss breaks as you let your head fall back against the pillow at the feeling. His fingers were nice and beefy- a stretch in of themselves but, they were a pleasant stretch. Cassidy begins to pump the finger in and out slowly, earning soft gasps from you in return. 

He always takes his time stretching you open. A fact that you both love and hate at the same time. You love that he takes such good care of you. You hate the fact that sometimes you just want his cock in you as soon as humanly possible and he always insists on doing it properly.

A second finger joins the first, followed by a third that has you writhing under him. “Fuck, Cassidy, just- just give it to me already!” You groan in complaint. 

“Impatient today, ain'tcha?” He teases in response, his lips teasing over yours while a fourth finger teases against your pussy. That fourth finger breaches and you curse Cassidy for teasing you further. The bastard.

It drives you wild, being so filled yet it still doesn’t feel like enough. “Cassidy, please,” you plead, voice cracking in desperation. “Just give me your cock already.”

It honestly looks like he’s going to continue teasing you, fucking you with his fingers. But it seems luck is on your side today and he finally removes his fingers.

You whine on instinct at the loss before you’re watching Cassidy roll a condom on. You shift into a more comfortable position, your head nice and comfy on the pillows and your thighs draped over both of Cassidy’s as you watch him apply lube to his dick. In the meantime, you run a couple fingers over the short length of your clit to keep yourself stimulated.

He lines up with your hole, the head of his cock presses against you as he grabs your wrist and pins it up next to your head. “Enough of that, pretty boy,” he rumbles, leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss.

Your pussy pushes back against Cassidy as he tries to push in. “Cmon, hun, you gotta relax f’me,” he mumbles against your lips. 

You grumble in response- something about this is what he gets for teasing you. You feel him huff against your lips before his lips are trailing across your cheek to your jaw and then down your neck. 

Cassidy nuzzles against your neck, his beard scratching pleasantly against your skin. A hum leaves your lips and your body slowly relaxes enough so Cassidy can press the head of his cock in. You immediately tense back up with the intrusion.

He was a monster down there, which was probably why he insisted on so much prep beforehand. Your wrist is finally free when Cassidy moves both his hands to rub over your thighs to help you relax. 

It does the trick wonderfully. He sinks in inch by inch, pausing when you tense up to let you adjust until his hips are flush against yours. You both let out sighs of relief and share another kiss.

For a moment, you’re both still, simply trading quick, open mouthed kisses. He’s the one that gets impatient this time. “Cmon, darlin’..” he murmurs against your lips, his eagerness to start moving evident in the way his hands clench your thighs.

“Slow,” you respond. It was all he needed. 

He pulls out slowly until just the head was left in and then, just as slowly, pushes back in. He’s rewarded with a moan from you.

It does start out slow, both of you moving in tandem as you just appreciate the closeness you have with the other. His balls press against your ass with every push in and there’s a quiet wet slurp as he moves.

But, desire calls. “Faster,” you say through a quiet moan. And Cassidy was happy to oblige.

He hooks a hand under one of your knees and pushes it up to your chest as he fucks into you. “Your pussy takes t’my cock well, doesn’t it, pretty boy?” He chuckles, looking down at the point where the two of you meet.

You moan in response, not trusting your voice to not break in the middle of your sentence. The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass and the quick slide of his cock into you fills the room alongside the combination of yours and Cassidy’s moans and groans.

Cassidy was never shy about his noises. Hell, he’d moan in your ear if you were in a position to do so. You’d even argue to say the guy was louder than you. Not that you were complaining. He sounded fucking wonderful.

Your back arches and your eyes roll into your head as he hits the spot that has you seeing stars. “Cole!” You gasp. He can feel you flutter around him and that, and with how you said his name, has his balls tightening. 

His free hand finds your cocklet and he starts jerking off the short length in time with his thrusts. It has your hips twitching and your toes curling as your second orgasm of the night rolls over you. 

You can feel Cassidy’s cock twitch inside of you as he pushes his hips flush against yours and fills the condom with his own release. A lovely groan leaves his lips as he does so. 

A few moments go by that consist of both of you panting before Cassidy finally pulls out, leaving you cold and empty. He lets your leg back down and removes and pitches the condom. Then his lips are on your again, a nice, tender kiss that both of you can enjoy in your post-coital bliss.

“Love you, darlin’,” Cassidy says against your lips.

“Love you too, cowboy,” you respond with a small, tired smile. 

“Bath?”

“You know better than to ask. Of course.”

[ratwars]

If the PM had somehow been the primary target of all of these plots instead of the ADA I firmly believe half of the situations could have been solved with Kajii. I understand he isn't popular but listen there is a reason he is who they pull out first with a hat trick when shit gets real.

[nerosdayinanime]

feral giyuu beloved

hes gonna fucking kill Shinazugawa

so Sanemi pulls his stab-the-baby bullshit which terrifies Tanjiro, thinking he'd try to open the box next to burn her in the sun. as soon as Giyuu registers his distress all the tension he'd be holding in snaps violently- he lurches forward out of the lineup and lunges at Sanemi with the ferocity of an actual demon. Sabito and everyone else are stunned in place as Giyuu punches him hard enough to send him to the gravel, snatches Nezuko's box from him and leaps back pulling Tanjiro behind him. He stands there posed protectively in front of them, every muscle tensed ready to move as he stares Sanemi down snarling as loud as thunder. Obanai Mitsuri and Tengen are cringing back- Obanai because hes closest aside from Sanemi and can smell the intense sea-salt & pine through his mask, Mitsuri because shes an Omega Prime and the warning growl/threat scent affects her more, and Tengen because the sharp ring of loathing in the growl hurts his head. Sabito's still in the lineup baring his fangs, struggling to keep calm and not make the situation any worse for his partner despite the anxiety of the situation.

"Don't fucking touch them." "I didn't even touch your stupid brat!" "YOU STABBED HER!"

Everyone startles at the implication of that- Sanemi growls and starts berating him for imprinting on a demon, stomping closer, calling him a traitor for attacking him. Giyuu leans forward ready to rip out his throat at a moments notice, not lunging solely because Tanjiro's holding onto the back of his haori pleading for them not to fight. Sabito finally snarls and stands up- Kyojuro Mitsuri & Tengen follow, fully expecting to have to intervene when the three of them start tearing each other to shreds, "SIT!. ALL OF YOU!." He snaps, harshly grabbing Sanemi by the shoulder and shoving him down. Sanemi starts to protest but Sabito leans over him threateningly and grabs his throat, "You stay fucking put. You're already 5 feet down and i suggest you stop digging any further." Sanemi stares back at him, gripping the arm holding his neck, but doesn't do or say anything else, the others hesitantly settle back down. He lets go and straightens up, looking back at the other hashira, "We're going to sit here and wait for Oyakata-sama like civilized people," a pointed look at Sanemi, "Are we agreed upon?." When everyone murmurs in agreement he nods to Giyuu and kneels next to Sanemi, barricading him and the other hashira from Giyuu Tanjiro and Nezuko.

Giyuu finally stops growling and posturing, hesitating for a moment before turning and fretting over the two of them for a bit- they finally sit down when he calms. When Kagaya arrives hes immediately hit with the tension and thick fear-anger-stress scent filling the courtyard and asks what happened. Sanemi opens his mouth- Sabito slaps a hand under his chin and closes it again. Shinobu and Kyojuro pipe up, explaining that they were questioning the boy when Shinazugawa went ahead and stabbed the demon in the box, how Urokodaki stepped up and ...convinced everyone to sit back down. He finally brings out Sakonji's letter and asks everyone else to allow it like he did. Sanemi of course objects and asks to prove the demon's real nature. Giyuu immediately snaps at him to shut the fuck up- he's already done enough stabbing his fucking cub. Kagaya recognizes the gravity of the situation and offers Giyuu to come inside so he can check on her (and maybe possibly also show everyone else shes not so bad-). Giyuu quickly takes up the offer and pulls Tanjiro over with him in the far corner- Sabito follows them to the edge of the engawa and stands guard there between them and the other hashira.

Giyuu sits down in front of her box and gently opens it, little Nezuko crawling out and looking around for a moment. She sees the blood on Tanjiro's face and tries to wipe it off with her sleeve, Giyuu makes pointed eye contact with Sanemi and carefully cleans Tanjiro's face off. Nezuko patiently sits in his lap until he pats her head and inspects the damage to her clothes. The other hashira are talking, arguing maybe- he doesn't care enough to tell. "Shinazugawa, you owe me 5 yen." "The fuck do i owe you for jackass!?" "Thread, for the fucking HOLE you put through her-" "Ah!- Giyuu-san its fine!-"

Eventually its decided they'll let her live for now, "I also offer to take them in to the Butterfly Mansion, if that's okay with Tomioka-san." Giyuu notices the peace-offering look she gives him when she says that. "...I'll allow it.." Tanjiro herds Nezuko back into her box and Giyuu growls at the kakushi who try to pick up Nezuko's box. He puts the box on himself, Tanjiro tries to assure them he can walk on his own and immediately buckles when he puts pressure on his injured leg. Giyuu picks him up and carries the both of them out and to the butterfly mansion while Sabito stays for the rest of the meeting

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do you think the mess in oshiros hotel is meant to signify that hes been letting his problems pile up until its become too overwhelming to handle.

im thinking about the fact that he's definitely the one who's been making the mess but he doesn't even realize it. he ignores the clutter until it becomes too hard to ignore you know? like when it starts actively blocking the way to the presidential suite. he insists that he and his staff will handle it and that madeline shouldn't clean up his own mess, but he still doesn't do anything about it. does he know that the staff is gone? that it's just him there?

mr oshiro is so hell bent on impressing madeline so that she'll stay in his hotel. he's so in denial of everything. he doesn't even realize he's dead, he still thinks his hotel never got shut down. I think his insistence on her staying is bc he really wants to believe that the hotel is open, and a costumer would affirm that belief. it could also maybe be a mixture of loneliness too. (also, him treating her as a costumer even after she says no is absolutely him being in denial. that man is very unhealthily attached to this hotel,)

and even though it was nice of madeline to clean it up, there's still parts of the hotel she can't fix. the plumbing. the windows. the, hole in the ceiling (oops.) she's not qualified to help him, and that's why I think the chapter ends on a bit of a sour note. madeline is of course not a bad person for wanting to help, the point is that she can't. it is unfortunate but true

anyways mr oshiro is a very good character i like him a regular amount. im normal about that old man

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Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[uygfiug]

sometimes my parents make me want to commit violent crimes

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Fernando and Fisi pictures that I like and enjoy a normal amount (pt. 1: 2005)

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hi uncle neen! in honor of freckle kyle becoming canon, does jers have freckles? <3

yES!!!!! YES HE DOES!!!!

YES!!!! HE!!! DOOOOOOES!!!!

hooooooly shit, oh My GOD, i am so sorry for being FERAL, you guys, but when i tell you that i have been WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION!

because jerseykyle does not just 'have freckles'.

obviously, everyone's kyle is different and i think a lot of people hc kyle having a nice light smattering over his nose, some light ones on his cheeks, neck and shoulders, which, again, i think is so lovely, i love when kyle has freckles, i think that is a perfect hc, tbh.

bUT JERSEYKYLE??????

JERSEYKYLE HAS FRECKLES.

for days and weeks and months and YEARS!!!!!!

anyways, follow me under the cut if you want my yelling.

okay, so, i wasn't sure how to explain this, but if we don't know, my embarrassing uncle nina lore is that in mid-highschool i used to tumblr rpg often which required the use of faceclaims or irl actors and models so i actually have...a surprising depth and wealth of knowledge when it comes specifically to models/supermodels so...

this is cintia dicker. X / X / X

( yes she is beautiful )

JERSEYKYLE HAS CINTIA DICKER FRECKLES.

like aaaaaalll OVER his damn face. like jersey be dominating boys in the bedroom, but those freckles be DOMINATING HIS FACE, BABY! like light ones, dark ones, idk, but they are fucking everywhere, all over his face, his neck, his arms, his legs, his chest,

EVERYWHERE.

which...Whew. he is sooooo pretty. it is seriously striking like he looks like pale pink sky with a blizzard of amber sparkles on his face. it's so wonderful, like jersey kyle please model for VOGUE. he is that bitch, he is freckly as damn hell, there are HUNDREDS, possibly thousands.

i might be exaggerating...

BUT I NEED YOU TO KNOW HES FRECKLY AS FUCK.

which...he was very embarrassed about for a long time. to this day, it is a large point of insecurity for him bc he feels really weird about them and considered using foundation to cover them up because of how strange and messy he thinks they make his face look because of the way society used to treat them, like they made his face look dirty or imperfect or ugly and AAAAAA OKAY!

so throwback ( as in i want to throw that man off a cliff and run over him several times w/ the barbie jeep i don't know how to drive ) when rm cartman said jers looked like he was 'speckled with shit'. :(((

it made kyle morbidly depressed/insecure to the point where he wanted to rip the skin off his face, but then stan told him that his mom said 'freckles are places where you've been kissed by the sun' and that ky must be 'the sun's favorite' bc he's been kissed so many times and he's trying to catch up…

WHEN I TELL U HE SWOOONED.

ravenstanley marsh, ceo of simping for freckly boys.

speaking of, so one time, i think they were watching a movie and stan was, uh, not watching the movie, he was literally watching jerseykyle. and kyle was like "what are you doing, dummy? is there something on my face?" and ironically stan shook his head and said "yeah, but they're fine where they are..." then trailed off in thought, still intently staring at kyle with Extreme Laser Focus.

and normally, kyle is used to people staring at him, y'know, bc he's fine as hell and really tall, that doesn't really phase him, but ravenstan staring at him makes him SUPER nervous, awkward and flustered, so he's like -anxious laugh- "seriously, dude, what are you do—“ and stan's like "shh" ( in a not condescending, loving way )

"i'm trying to count."

jerseykyle furrows his lovely auburn brow, trying to figure out what he's talking about, realizes what's going on, but still literally in shock, laughs again, because he thinks stan must be joking and goes "oh my gahd, are tryna count my freckles? stan's literally imposs--" and stan shushes again him in a gentle manner and is like "shh, i need to focus. quit distracting me, you're gonna make me lose my place."

literally on his face, counting kyle's, i shit you not, probably over 100 freckles, which i think is soooo fucking CUTE of him because he's literally swimming against the deadly current of his adhd, forcing everything in his constantly fidgeting body to focus so that he can keep count. it's a truly beautiful thing watching r.s.' brain whir and his pretty blue eyes narrow and widen, counting softly under his breath.

ravenstan does, unfortunately, find he can't count them all because like jersey said, it is a pretty damn near impossible task...that did NOT however, stop him from trying multiple times, the last time though, he didn't actually lose count, kyle just kissed the FUCK out of him because it was literally the loveliest thing he'd ever seen.

he did possibly get laid for that, i'm sorry.

but yeah FRECKLE SUPREMACY KYLE AND SPECIFICALLY JERS. that man has so many freckles that his body looks like the night sky on a perfectly clear day, it is...beautiful. it is a work of damn ART.

anyways...i'm done now.

do we see the vision ( of loveliness )

that is jew jersey kyle matthew BROFRECKLOVSKI????

-uncle nina, feral about extremely freckly jersey

p.s. ravenstan, as a man of justice for all and fairness, basically loves all of kyle's one hundred thousand million freckles equally but there is a darker one that is just above the right curve of his lip...THAT IS HIS FAVORITE FRECKLE, I AM SO SORRY IT IS THE EQUIVALENT OF THE RAVENSTAN RIGHT UNDER EYE BEAUTY MARK BUT FOR STAN LIKE HE IS FEEEERAL ABOUT IT. he does...give it a special kiss often...very gay of him. his second favorite freckle is...

anyways!

Next Question. <3

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Ananza is the wind deity, though she's not the first with that honor. Originally the elder gods selected a man as their wind deity but after he witnessed Oh and Fulj being punished he requested to relinquish his role. Basically asking them for a mortal death rather than immortality. They obliged since the deities exist to help humans and a miserable deity won't do the job properly so no need to keep a deity bound to a task they don't want to do.

So Ananza was selected as a replacement. Fulj has no recollection of the first wind deity and Ananza has already been told by the fire deities that it wasn't Fulj's fault but she was the final straw for the former wind deity. So, Ananza doesn't hold any dislike towards Fulj and actually really likes listening to her talk. Ananza loves to dance and wander around her city so when Fulj stops by to visit, she listens to Fulj's adventures while they roam the city.

Because there are two fire deities and one can stay in their city while the other wanders and because Fulj no longer has a city to be focused on, the three like to visit the other cities to check in. Ohime and Ohiwe really like to visit Ananza while Fulj prefers to visit Ymber. While Ananza likes Ohiwe, Ohime, and Fulj, she really isn't fond of the ice deity or Ymber. She doesn't like to scramble for topics and ice/Ymber don't start conversations enough so it's a bother to Ananza to try forcing friendliness. She loves light hearted stories though and Fulj and the fire deities excel at that type of story.

(Ohime and Ohiwe sometimes call her Nana and on that note it's lore in the tags time)

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adding on to the batman infestation on AO3, any green lantern fic recs? I've read like the first 5 pages of ranked by kudos and I'm desperate. Also how is there not more fanfiction for the gl animated series? that was my childhood and I am disappointed about the lack of it.

I don’t read fics that often anymore because it takes too long to find the good ones and the only fics I read are Halbarry centric or Dick Grayson character studies. Rlly hard to find good fics abt just solo characters I enjoy that dont have ships included or have good characterization :( so unfortunately i do not have any reccomendations for you 😔. I would ask @rillette they’ve got alot of good hal centric recs

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[wr0ngwarp]

um. uh. hi every body. something evil and malevolent happened in my brain this month.

this is. um. a Jet Set Radio/Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Death joke AU, spawned out of a in-joke that started in a pokepasta discord. my apologies to both the pokepasta and jsr fandoms

the entire basis is the idea that Corn in Future retconned og JSR Beat as leader/founder of the GGs (is beat being leader in the og even CANON?) so Corn and Beat are the Myras. no it's not a joke funny enough to justify how many hours i sunk into drawing these. no attempt was made to change the setting, assign most of the other cast, or otherwise make this au hold up to ANY amount of scrutiny. if i tried to make this actually work somehow then i'd REALLY end up too far gone. also i keep calling myrtle!beat "Meat".

MEANWHILE, IN A BETTER UNIVERSE:,

[ichigosoju]

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