#dude works so does babygirl

[vivanightcity]

Name: Adiel Miller

Age: 27

Gender: None, they barely align with ‘human’ fuck having a gender. 

Pronouns: Any and all, with a personal love for ‘it/its’, a sort of reclamation of the dehumanizing language it was raised with. (Practically, you can mix and match, or just pick one and use it, it’s all good)

Lifepath: Streetkid 

Occupation: Doll at a dollhouse that works with a number of corpo hotels and short term rental style hotels in Downtown. Can be found in a number of BDs still knocking about though. 

Cyberware: Doll chip, prototype long term behavioral chip, scratchers and big knucks (reinforced nails and knuckles that are concealable and look like standard human parts) 

Sexuality: People hot. That’s about it. 

Born and raised in NYC. Their parents worked themselves to the bone to get by and take care of him, but it was always a struggle. Maybe the city wasn’t as bad as Night City is now, but it was still a far cry from safe or easy. When it was around 15, and already getting into trouble and running around acting like he had a damn clue, Arasaka (subject to change what corp, I just thought it tied in with their vibe) started contacting parents of minors with records. Offering them an opportunity. A bright future and a new start for their son, get them out of trouble and away from bad influences before things get worse. All it took was signing away its bodily autonomy and they got a good payout and one less mouth to feed. 

They were testing out some more long term behavioral chips targeted at wealthy families, a hopefully safer and more useful version of what was already in use in juvenile correction facilities. A fully customizable range, as much or as little control as wanted across a host of 'problem' behaviors. Even focused on pushing manners and etiquette. It could dissuade kids from indulging, make them obey their parents without question, or just give them a ‘helping hand’ in sitting still and focusing on school. A replacement for conversion therapy, fat camps and drugs, all in one easy package that could be installed when your kid went in for routine work. They never needed to know! But of course that sort of work needed thorough testing before going to market with people who could afford it, and having empirical proof of its efficacy was always good for marketing. 'This wonderful neuralware could make even the worst kids act like a child you'd be happy to have next to you at for press conferences and family dinners'.

A controlled environment, classes to show the improvement rate of those with the chip and those without. Little corrections to strength of influence, fine tuning and fixing it up as they went. So what if some other kids never came back from the surgery room? Price of progress. They’d do big demonstrations pretty frequently, every few months, showing off test scores, video comparisons of posture, attitude, vocabulary use, antisocial behaviors etc. etc. Then the suits visiting would get a chance to interact. To test the parameters themselves, screaming abuse or even pushing whatever sorry sack was chosen for the demo around, proving that these kids - most of which, like Adiel, had some history of violence - would never argue back to those they were told to obey. 

Few short years later, Adiel was around 18, everything seemed golden. Working as intended. Even kids they took the chips out of, or turned them off in the case of some earlier models which couldn’t be safely removed, didn’t seem to be suffering the same level of addiction and withdrawal as seen in traditional behavioral chips on the market. There wasn’t NONE, but it was a manageable amount comparatively. At that point, they turfed everyone out, loosed unto a world they’d been isolated from for a few years, and in the case of a fair number of them, stuck with various degrees of control still implanted in them. ‘A reward for their help’. Saying it would help them stay on the straight and narrow, when really, in the world around them, it just set them up to be manipulated and controlled.

They put protections on the hardware, and the software was heavily encoded. No one Adiel has gone to for help has been able to safely remove it, and the rumor was that someone who tried triggered some sort of anti piracy/corpo espionage failsafes and them and the ripperdoc ended up mulch. Even after it entered the market during Arasaka’s big push in the early 2070s to get back in with the NUSA and free states money, it took money to access the kind of docs who had it on the shelves, and even when he scraped together enough it turned out what they had going was different enough from the market release that it was still a risk. 

So it’s still there. Nearly ten years and a cross country relocation later. Despite everything it went through because of Arasaka, they are the reason he moved to NC. When the city became the international hub it was, and Arasaka’s new north american headquarters, Adiel figured it was their best chance. Get back on their radar, get a foot in that door, and get the damned thing removed or turned off so they could get back to some semblance of a normal life where they doesn’t have to avoid everyone in white coats, expensive suits, or decked out in arasaka combat armor. Eventually, Addy was able to get hired. Went in for a physical and for them to check its doll chip and make sure he didn’t have any sort of spyware installed, made the mistake of telling the doc checking it over what was up, and got sent away with the promise they’ll look into it… Only he woke up the next day to a termination message. No more arasaka job, no more answers, no more way in. 

And that leads us to here. Burnt out from working non stop to get to NC and then get in with Arasaka, only for it to fall apart. Found working as a doll and sticking to hobbies far away from armed guards, docs and corpos, was the best way to control when he was near people who could fuck with him. Then the fancy suits were already paying for their time, and they didn’t have to remember doing what they said. 

One of the only good things that came out of his time with Arasaka was the opening of doors and access to education and the time to explore. Where it grew up there weren’t any stars visible. Even outside of the city the most you could see were satellites that were near enough to shine through light pollution. Getting to see stars, not only as they used to be, but through flicks and even BDs from orbit. To feel so small was freeing. Getting there is something it longs to do. 

Any sort of hobby or task that can be repeated methodically, over and over, to practice and perfect, is the kind of thing Adiel leans into. Repetition, focusing so completely onto the task over and over, helps to calm it down, to think things through. Worryingly, he’s not sure if this was always the case, or if it’s yet another side effect. One that can have it so completely wrapped up in a drill that they don't stop to rest or eat or anything until made to. Shifting that focus sucks, and getting pulled out of it can be jarring and stressful. 

A side effect of the behavioral chip is a sort of mirroring. His posture, inflection, language use, it seems to shift and alter depending on who it’s talking to. Reacting to the people around it to fit in. Well. He thinks it’s a side effect, it could also just be a survival method because of how he grew up. 

[whore-era]

1-800-GIRLS

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: where ellie dials the wrong number and meets you instead. ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, mentions spitplay/breathplay/overstimulation, mentions sexual interactions with men, dirty talking, guided masturbation (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames (babygirl, sweet girl, pretty girl, pup, puppy) let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: i feel like this kinda sucked bc towards the end i kinda rushed it, but i couldn't shake this idea n knew i had to write it. hope u like it bbs<3 also thank u to my bestie @elskittie for helping me figure some things out w this fic ☁︎ word count: 4,463 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 2

phone call style story — reader is in italics, ellie is in bold.

monday, 12:45am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, hot stuff?

uhh.. i just wanted to order a pepperoni pizza..

oh yeah? you want something hot and ready? i have something hot and ready for you.

ummm..

you hear some shuffling in the background, "jess! i think you gave me the wrong number!" the person comes back on the line again.

this isn't papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

....do you want me to roleplay as papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

woah woah woah! roleplay?? who the fuck am i on the phone with?

this is sugar from 1-800-GIRLS.....a sex hotline...for you know? phone sex.

PHONE SEX?? you hear the girl's voice yell in the background, "jesse! you ass! you gave me the number to a phone sex hotline!"

"does she sound hot?"

"well yeah, but—"

hey, you do know it's $1 a minute right? you've been on the line for almost 5 minutes, babe.

HUHH?? hell no..ok thanks sugar bear, or whatever. bye!

the line clicks off, and you shrug. sitting back in your bed to continue watching your favorite netflix show. you feel your work phone vibrate again, the name flashing 'bobby', a regular who frequents the hotline.

sighing and picking up your phone and holding it to your ear, you take a bite from your sandwich as you answer your 15th call this evening, "thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, big boy?"

tuesday, 2:12am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you tonight, cutie?

hey....sugar.. i just- er- wanted to apologize for yesterday. my buddy got your number confused with a pizza place we really wanted to try. didn't mean to sound rude last night.

it's no issue, babe. don't sweat about it.

.......

.......

soooo.... is that the only reason why you called?

ellie didn't want to admit that she was attracted to 'sugar's' voice and that she'd been thinking about it all day during class. but also, ellie was high as a fucking kite, which gave her the courage to even dial the number again anyways.

i— uh— well— how does this whole thing work?

what thing? the hotline?

yeah..

well, you call me, we have phone sex or talk or whatever, and then you hang up. again, it's a dollar a minute.

okay, okay, i get it. so we can just talk? about anything?

yeah, if you want to.

sick.

ellie takes another drag from her joint, before speaking again.

so, do you like doing this? being an operator or whatever?

you let out a laugh, which ellie caught.

specify what you mean by 'like'?

i mean— this is your job. do you enjoy doing it?

ehh...i guess.

c'mon. you can be honest with me.

well, being a sex hotline operator has it's downsides. obviously helping old men jack off gets a little weird sometimes — they have some unusual fetishes.

oh yeah? what's been the weirdest one so far?

uhhh..i have this one regular who has me pretend i'm a ghost. apparently, having sex with ghosts is a real turn on for him.

what the fuck. seriously?

mhm, it's true.

shit, dude....i don't think i could ever do what you do. i dunno how you can do it.

well when you have college tuition and rent to worry about, the downsides don't seem all that bad.

holy shit, you're in college? how old are you anyways?

19.

that's crazy. we're around the same age. i figured you were a bit older.

how 'bout you? how old are you?

21.

not bad not bad. you're way different from the clients i usually get.

yeah? how?

considering my usual clients are 40 to 60 year old men who are married with kids and have secret fetishes, i'd say you're out of my ballpark.

ellie laughs.

how do you know i'm not secretly an old, 57 year old man who's married to my wife janet with three kids? and i have a balloon fetish?

you let out a giggle, adjusting your sleep shorts as you lay back down on your bed, completely invested in your conversation with this girl.

well, how can i appease your balloon fantasies?

i'm just fuckin' with ya. definitely not a man and i have the more normal kinks and fetishes.

is that so? what are the 'normal' kinks and fetishes?

uhhhh....well i'm into bondage, i love tying girls up..i dunno, just seeing them open and vulnerable does something to me. i'm into breathplay, spitplay, overstimulation, and i'm definitely a dominant so—

all you could do was gape as the girl went on her tangent, listing off every kink she could think of. you gulped, suddenly getting a bit nervous from this topic of conversation. you were experienced in the field of phone sex, but actual sex was a totally different world you had no practice in.

so, how 'bout you sugar?

...uhhh....i'm a virgin actually.

the other girl went silent on the other side of the line.

what? but you work as a sex hotline operator.

oh yeah- but— hold on, i'm getting another call. i'll speak to you some other time.

you hung up and threw your work phone across your bed, laying your head down on your pillows. talking to men was so much easier for you, so why do you get all caught up when you talk to a girl?

it was nearly 3:30am, so you decided to turn in and call it a night, mentally preparing yourself for a busy day tomorrow.

wednesday, 11:45am

sitting next to professor adams, patiently waiting for the students to turn in their quizzes, you try to focus on the text of your 'philosophy 101' book.

you were grateful that professor adams gave you the opportunity to be his teacher's assistant for a little bit of extra cash, and you weren't complaining either. the tasks he gave you were easy for a mere $16 an hour. still, it wasn't enough to support all of your bills, so you couldn't drop the hotline gig.

"and time! everyone hand your quizzes in to my TA, regardless if you finished or not," professor announced. all the students shuffled towards the front, handing you their quizzes as you neatly put them in a small pile.

"ah shit— let me put the date on that," a girl, with a very familiar voice spoke. looking up, you're greeted with the most attractive girl you've seen in your life. she had brunette hair and green eyes, with a small scar on her right brow. was this..? no, it couldn't be. that would be insane.

handing you the paper, her hand brushes against yours. you look down at her quiz, seeing in messy, scribbled black ink the name ellie williams.

slinging her backpack on one arm, she heads out the door, "jesse! wait up for me!"

leaving you in a daze, you were completely speechless by the idea that one of your new, favorite clients from your nighttime job is actually a student at your university.

saturday, 1:45am → 1:14:34 ongoing call with 401-890-6798 (cranston, RI)

thanks, sugar. will be calling you again at the same time next week.

no problem, sir. goodnight. dream of me.

sure will, babygirl.

the line clicks as the older man hangs up, and you shudder a bit, feeling uncomfortable after having to roleplay as a ghost, again.

sighing heavily, you place your work phone on your desk and pick up your real phone, opening instagram and scrolling on your feed as you mindlessly snack on some gummy bears.

you double tap to like some of your friends pictures, wishing you were out at a party, drinking some lukewarm beer and dancing with your girls to the latest tiktok hits.

but instead you were cooped up in your apartment, dirty talking old men through their fantasies and bearing witness to their guttural groans and masturbation. it was a shame that friday and saturday nights were your busiest evenings.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you ponder for a moment, your finger hovering over the instagram search bar.

fuck it, you thought, typing 'ellie williams' and hitting search.

the username @_elliewilliams pops up, and bingo. it was the same girl from professor adams class.

luckily her profile was public, so you take your time carefully combing through her instagram account, mindful not to accidentally like her posts or anything.

ellie's feed consisted of smoking weed, eating out, and hanging with her friends, jesse and dina. there were only two selfies she had posted — one of her and an older gentleman and one mirror picture of her in a grey hoodie and a light brown canvas jacket that made her look so good.

the ringing from your work phone caught you off guard, causing you to jump in your chair and exit out of the instagram app. you take a look at the number, and speak of the devil, it was ellie herself. she was the only jackson number that ever contacted you.

saturday, 2:10am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, sugar speaking. what can i do for you, handsome?

hey, sugar. just wanted to apologize for how our last conversation went. i probably pushed a boundary or something— i'm not sure if you're supposed to talk about personal things with customers— so, i'm sorry.

you let out a soft laugh.

why is it when you call me, you're always apologizing?

'cause i'm a fuck up, that's why.

nooo, that's not true. besides, don't worry about it. your question just caught me off guard, you know? never had clients ask things about me before i guess.

ahh, gotcha. so...were you busy before i called?

you shake your head, even though she was on the phone and couldn't see you.

uh, not really. my line doesn't usually get busy until...12 midnight ish.. it slows down by like 2 am though. how about you? what are you up to this friday night?

i just got back home from a party. business was slow and it was getting boring, so i dipped.

business? what business?

ah— well—

ellie silently cursed to herself, not wanting to scare you away with her current occupation.

if i tell you what i do, promise you won't get freaked out or anything?

you're talking to a phone sex hotline operator. don't worry.

you can hear her laugh from the other end.

well, fuck it, cat's out of the bag. i deal weed on campus and shit.

ahhh. i like that. is that how you can afford the minutes you spend calling me?

yup. i can stay on the phone for hours if we wanted.

maybe you'll be my only customer.

i wouldn't complain.

speaking of customers, do you want me to save your number under a specific name or nickname or anything? since i'm assuming you're gonna be a regular?

trying to confirm if it was indeed ellie you were speaking with, you sat on the edge of your chair, anxiety building in your belly.

what nicknames do your clients usually pick?

uhhh. master, sir, king, mister, alpha— umm and daddy.

something stirred inside ellie hearing that last nickname roll off your tongue.

you could just put me down as ellie.

got it.

what do i call you? do i just keep calling you sugar?

well, you're a customer. you can call me anything you like, but, for formalities and privacy, i can only tell you my hotline nickname — sugar.

okay, okay, that makes sense. you're not really allowed to have any personal or close relationships with clients, huh?

no, not really. mostly for safety purposes.

ellie was a little disappointed to know that she wouldn't be able to get to know the girl she was talking to beyond calling on the phone. she already felt herself getting attached. your voice was alluring and enticing, and she couldn't help but want to hear it more, and possibly put a name and face to who it belonged to.

but, i could bend the rules a little if i really wanted to.

yeah? let's see about that.

saturday, 4:45 am → 2:43:03 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

oh my god! did you and your ex get caught??

you were enamored with ellie. the way she could keep a conversation going and the stories she told — you didn't wanna hang up.

no, no, no, luckily we hid behind a dumpsters before the cops could catch us. it's hilarious thinking about it now, but we were dumbass 18-year-olds back then.

you both were in fits of laughter, your belly aching and tears watering in the corners of your eye.

as you calmed down, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking a question that's been racking on your mind.

so, how long were you and your ex together?

uhhhh, about 2 years.

ohhh okay........are you seeing anyone right now?

ellie lets out a laugh, and you can hear her smile, even through the phone.

why? who's asking?

well, i was just— uhh—

i'm just fuckin' with you. nah, i'm not seein' anyone right now. single af.

okay, okay. good to know.

how 'bout you?

nope. i'm single too.

seriously?? how?

i dunno. just never found the right person i guess. also, working for this hotline has made me lose hope for relationships in general, some of these dudes call me and say all this stuff — while having a whole wife and family at home.

i think you're looking in the wrong place then. try talking to people at school or going out to parties—

can't. if i'm not doing homework or studying, i'm working and doing this. i gotta make a living somehow.

ellie couldn't help but feel bad, knowing if she could, she'd support you full time and take that weight off your shoulders.

hmm, maybe you'll meet someone who could support you and take care of your bills and stuff.

oh? where would i find that? sounds too good to be true.

maybe they're closer to you than you think.

your breath hitched in your throat, unsure of what to say next.

i— uh— i have to go. it's 5am.

oh— uh— yeah. of course. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

sunday, 11:37pm → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

hey.

hey. where's your usual greeting?

you're not a usual customer, so i think we're past that now, ellie.

ellie's heart thumped in her chest hearing you say her name.

good. anyways, what are you up to tonight?

just studying for a quiz tomorrow morning. how about you?

smoking, just finished some homework.

what class was it for?

uhhh, just this calculus class.

you clamped your mouth shut, suppressing a gasp. it was for professor adams class.

....uhhh, i could never get calculus. it's so hard.

yeah? maybe one night i can tutor you.

i'd be a terrible student.

i think you'd be the perfect student. i can teach you, i got you.

you couldn't help but think there was another meaning behind her words, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions. it would be embarrassing if you got her message all wrong.

what's your quiz on anyways?

energy transfer between cells, it's for biology.

i know a thing or two about that. here— why don't we do this, just explain to me what you know and we'll go from there.

okay, i can do that.

you and ellie spent the next two and a half hours talking about cell function and energy transfer and everything else in between, with her correcting you and adding in important things you missed.

alright, sugar, i think you're ready for this quiz tomorrow.

you think so?

i know so. you're such a smart girl.

there she goes again, praising you.

uh, th-thanks.

don't worry, okay? i know you'll do great.

a smile curls on your lips, flustered from all her support.

you should get some sleep, so you can be focused and ready for tomorrow.

m'kay. thank you, ellie, for all your help.

of course. always. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

monday, 5:32pm → 45:21 ongoing call with mister j (corpus christi, TX)

yeah, babe? you want me to fuck your tight ass?

mhm, yes mister.

c'mon. beg, sugar.

please. fuck my tight hole, mister j.

ah, hell.

you can hear his belt buckle clanging, and the soft buzz of a zipper.

what's wrong with 'ya tonight, sugar? you're bein' a real buzzkill, 'ya know that? fuckin' turnin' me off and makin' me soft.

i-i'm sorry, mister j. please, jus—

yea, yea, save it. we'll jus' try 'gain tomorrow.

the line clicks on the other end. tossing your work phone on your desk, you fall back on your bed and stuff your face in your pillow. weeping into the plush material, you let yourself fall apart and break down.

but your sobbing session is cut short as you can hear the familiar ring of your work phone.

wiping your tears, you walk over to your desk and answer.

monday, 5:45pm → 00:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

thanks for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's suga-

woah, woah, woah are you crying?

e-ellie?

yeah, baby, it's me. sounds like you're crying. what's going on? talk to me.

today was just a really, really bad day and then i opened my hotline a little early and one of my first clients just lashed out on me because i wasn't responding the way he wanted me to and—

you sniffle.

— and i'm just really stressed out by everything going on in my life right now.

i'm sorry. i wish there was something i could do— someway i could comfort you or take the weight off.

i-it's fine, ellie. talking to you is making it a little better.

ellie was silent for a moment, thinking carefully and planning her next moves accordingly.

do you trust me?

....y-yea, of c-course. why?

i'm gonna help you ease the tension. okay?

okay.

first of all, where are you?

i-in my room, sitting at my desk.

okay. go lay down on your bed.

with your phone pressed to your ear, you pick up your legs and stride over to your bed, laying down on the fluffy, material of your blanket.

okay, i'm on my bed.

good. what are you wearing?

foreseeing the direction this phone call was heading in, apprehension builds in your stomach.

ellie, you really don't have to-

hey, i want to help you. if that's okay with you. if not, we could talk about something instead.

biting your lip, you fold.

i-i'm okay with it, but i-i've never— played with myself with a customer before. i don't really do anything with myself even when i'm not working anyways.

that's okay. don't think of me as a customer, think of me as a...teacher. i got you, remember?

okay.

good girl. now, what are you wearing?

uh.. a tank top and shorts.

cute. take them off.

gulping, you follow her orders, shimmying out of your top and shorts.

done?

mhm.

good. so obedient.

i want you to rub your boobs for me. rub your nipples, pull on them, just feel the skin under your hand for me, baby.

rubbing the soft skin along your breast, and tugging on your hardened nipples, you bite your lip, savoring the way your body feels under your touch.

how does it feel?

feels good.

bet it does.

ellie couldn't stop her mind from imagining you, on your bed, perfectly naked. and how she'd give everything up, just to sneak a peek.

now, i want you to just rub your hands against the sensitive parts of your body. be slow and gentle, we're not rushing anything.

as your hands drift from your neck, down to the hills of your breasts, and to the edge of your panties, ellie speaks through the line again.

doesn't it feel nice, baby?

mhm.

wish i could be there, to watch you, touching your pussy.

you instinctively clamp your thighs, feeling heat rush to your core.

alright, take your panties off. slowly.

you slowly peel the piece of material off, looking at the small, wet spot that formulated on your underwear.

okay, they're off.

such a good girl, following my every command.

you gulp, her nickname for you sending shivers up your spine.

slowly feel the skin on your legs. stroke your inner thighs, tease yourself a little.

hanging off on her every word, you let out a shaky breath, the heat in your cunt growing only bigger and bigger.

god, i wish i can be there to see this right now. bet you look so good, thighs spread apart, pussy all wet— all because of me.

i- i'm aching. i need more, ellie.

i know, baby, i know. i wish i can help you more. if it were up to me, i'd have you bent over your desk, taking you from the back. fuck.

your mind drifts to that image, of her fucking you, taking you as hers. a stream of your slick begins to leak out from your pussy. god, you wanted her so bad.

slide a finger between your pussy, baby. let me hear how wet you are.

spreading your thighs apart, the tip of your fingers slips in between the folds of your pussy lips, the slick sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room. loud enough for ellie to hear.

fuuuuuck.

i-

you tried to speak, but it comes out sounding like a pathetic whimper. ellie's brain was going insane, she couldn't believe where she had you, writhing from her mere words.

go ahead, pretty girl. rub slow circles on your clit.

the pads of your pointer and middle finger gently rub steady, figure 8's against your hardened nub. closing your eyes, you imagined ellie, and how it was her hand instead of yours. the thought had you panting, faint breaths releasing from your parted lips.

your pussy sounds so wet, holy shit. you sound so fucking good for me. so fucking perfect.

as your fingers continue massaging on your sopping, wet clit, a pool of wetness gathers right below your ass.

how does it feel, baby?

f-feels amazing, ellie.

you let out a low whimper.

i wish you were here.

me too, pup. me too.

you can hear her heavy breaths from the other end of the phone.

i wish i could be there, kissing your neck. trailing my lips down to suck on your nipples. fuuck, wanna taste every inch of your skin. i wanna feel your pussy tighten around my fingers.

you let out another pitiful moan, only to hear ellie curse under her breath again.

rub your pussy faster for me, angel. imagine it's me, pumping my fingers in and out. would daddy's pretty girl like that?

you couldn't respond. all you could let out was these weak whines, yearning for ellie and her touch. you added a third finger, building onto the pressure and picking up the speed.

your moans sound so pretty. wonder how'd they sound when you're taking my strap. gonna have you cry out my name, yeah? isn't that right?

mhm, yes, daddy.

good. that's what daddy likes to hear, such a polite girl.

with your eyes rolling back, you could feel your orgasm building.

i-i'm gonna— ellie, i—

you gonna cum for me, puppy? huh? c'mon, rub faster, baby. i know you have a little bit more left in you.

your fingers speed up, the sound of your wetness gushing out reverberated in ellie's ear.

oh my god, daddy can i? please? can i—

arching your back, you knew you were close. the feeling was getting to be too much and you were about to fall over the edge.

look at my baby, so respectful and asking permission. come on, pretty puppy. cum for daddy. let daddy hear how good she made you feel.

that was it. letting out a penetrating moan, you rode your orgasm out and finished all over your fingers, making a mess. you were heaving, chest rapidly rising and falling.

god, i made a mess.

oh, yeah? do one more thing for me. suck your fingers clean. puppies clean up their messes.

monday, 8:57pm → 3:01:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

after your little self-care session with ellie, she took it upon herself to get your mind off of today's events, filling your conversation with stories and interesting topics.

oh, forgot to ask, what'd you end up getting on that biology quiz?

ughhh, i got a 65 out of 100. one of the reasons why i was so upset today.

seriously? how?

i don't know! i asked professor gonzalez and she told me that i was focusing on the wrong thi-

wait, did you just say professor gonzalez? holy shit, you're taking biology 201 with professor g? do you fucking go to school at university of wyoming? in jackson?

oh shit, you didn't mean for that to slip out.

i— uh— i have to go—

wait! sugar! please. hear me out.

you stay silent, waiting for what she had to say.

if we really do go to the same campus, please, let's meet up. i really want to see you.

.....why?

i just— i love talking to you. spending hours with you on the phone is what i look forward to when i get home. besides, i really want to take you out, on a date.

you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.

listen, if you want to see me too, meet me at the library in building B, by the comic book section. okay? tomorrow at 1pm.

....

i really hope you come.

the line clicks off, and you spend the rest of the night restless, tossing and turning, debating whether or not to see her tomorrow.

tuesday, 2:50pm

ellie eagerly checked her phone again, bouncing her knee in distress. her mind was running rampant — fuck, she's not gonna come. maybe jesse was right. maybe i was wasting my time.

looking up for the 80th time, she scans the comic book section, seeing no one else but some dude with his face buried in a wonder woman comic.

as ellie gets up from her chair, she turns her head, and she freezes.

there you were, looking like an angel who entered from the garden of eden. ellie's heart sped up, seeing her girl standing before her. you were everything she could've imagined and better.

walking slowly towards the brunette, you brush a piece of hair from your face, and smile meekly.

"hi ellie, it's me."

pls let me know how this fic was, i tried out a new writing style & read pt 2 here <3

[slvtforoldermen]

Pedro’s Characters: The Dick-tionary

How big are Pedro Pascal’s characters and some NSFW headcannons

(WARNING: DETAILS OF PENISES AND TALKS OF SEX - MDNI)

Part Two <3

A/N: Sorry I never continued Fluff February :(, I lost motivation so I’ll just write them and post them as a prompt list for whenever…

Joel Miller:

Okay, all his characters are big, it’s a known fact, but Joel is 100% the biggest. Probably about 8.5 inches, with a pretty pink mushroom tip, and GIRTHY AGH! There’s a vein on it that is really visible when he’s hard. Oh and his balls are big too. Everything about Joel is just big. Not only is he big but you best believe he knows how to use it too. He’s got a daddy kink… Fav positions are missionary and cowgirl, however when he’s angry doggy or the mating press are a no-brainer. Daddy kink! DOMINANT!!! There’s no way this man is a sub, it just doesn’t work, he’s just so dom yknow, and when he’s soft, he’s the sweetest he’s ever been, but if he’s angry, hard dom Joel comes out and that’s a man you don’t wanna piss off if you wanna cum. He’s got such a daddy kink. “Fuck babygirl/boy, you’re so fucking sweet, sugar. So fucking good for daddy. Yeah baby? You like that? Such a good little girl/boy, so fucking sweet.” Daddy kink is such is a big thing for him. Hair wise? Well it’s the apocalypse so it’s probably hard to find the Manscaper 3000 or whatever. He trims his hair with some scissors, honestly he didn’t really care for shaving before you, so he just let it grow, but once when you were sucking him, you almost sneezed from how much it tickled your nose and made a little joke about it after, which made Joel feel a little bad so he cut them just a little shorter. Oh I’m sorry and did I mention… DADDY KINK!!!

Javier Peña:

(Here I’m purely writing about Javier Pena in a fictional sense AS PEDRO, not the real guy, this has nothing to do with the real Javier Pena)

Okay, Javier, my baby daddy. Um, who said that- ANYWAYS! Javier is probably the second biggest, in joint place with Oberyn, definitely about 7-7.5 inches, as he’s nicknamed by moi, the Pussy Slayer of Medellin. It goes without saying that Javier is rough, as we’ve seen, side note: I don’t know why I thought watching Narcos with my family would be a good idea… I was sat on the couch like “😀 okay, I’m watching Pedro have sex next to my mum, just a normal Saturday morning…” anyways back to it (hehe Negan reference) but Javier is rough, doggy and cowgirl are his favourite positions, but sometimes when he’s feeling a little somber he likes a little missionary. As how domestically-kinky I like my men, I’m a little disappointed that Javier isn’t a committed man, but he does have a tiny 🤏 breeding kink, he defo isn’t a fan of being called daddy, in fact just call him Javi and he’s yours, and he’s dom obviously. “Oh carino, you take my cock so well, you good little whore… fuck… my sweet little angel.” I mean, we’ve all seen his hair, so do we really need address it, that also might genuinely be my fav sex scene in all of cinema history.

Oberyn Martell

Okay, admittedly, I haven’t seen any proper scenes of Oberyn, because I’ve just started GOT, so I have no clue what his character is like apart from being a HUGE BISEXUAL SLUT, so he’s just like me 🤭

Oberyn, tying with Javier, is about 7-7.5 inches, and I feel like his cock is definitely a lot more tan than others, idk why, it’s just an instinct. Defo uncircumcised. His fav positions are definitely cowgirl OH and dude is the literal definition of a pillow prince, again, just like me. Suck his dick, please, just suck his dick. Again, I don’t know how he’s presented in GOT, but I’m like 74% sure he’s dominant? From the clips I’ve seen 🫣 Hair wise, do razors exists in the GOT world? Or does my man just shave himself with a sword.

Javi Gutierrez:

Oh my sweet baby Javi… he’s so kinky. I’m fully convinced he’s into full BDSM, not so much where he has to do it every single time, but maybe like once a month. When I was watching TUWOMT for the first time, when Nick is about to go into the room with all his merch and stuff, I was dead convinced it was gonna be a sex dungeon. There’s no way a man is this sweet and adorable without being into some freaky shit.

Anyway, Javi is about 6.5 inches, with a sweet pink tip and he’s definitely a giver not a taker, don’t get him wrong, he ADORES you with his dick in your mouth, but he prefers to eat you out/suck your dick for hours on end. Oh and he’s a sweet talker, when you guys aren’t being full kinky, he’ll praise you to hours on end, mumbling in your ear how good you are in that sexy accent of his. Is a little bit of a switch, but mostly dominant, soft dom if it’s a normal night but if it’s that special night, only your safe word will pull him out of hard dom space. Definitely the type to overstimulate you in a sweet way “you can take it right sweetheart? Mi amor~ just take my cock nice and good, ahí tienes.” Um, daddy kink for surely, but not like every single night like Joel. But when he’s between your legs, and he’s stimulated you so far into sub space, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, and you’re reaching up for him, babbling how good his cock feels in your hole, he can’t help but coo down at you and praise you so hard. He’s not bald, but his hair isn’t long, just trimmed to the point where it tickles your nose when you suck his cock.

Din Djarin

Okay, so I think it’s canon that Din hasn’t really ever felt human touch, so I feel he’s really inexperienced… but the dude’s got a pretty dick. Like it’s just so… pretty. About 6 inches with a sweet baby pink tip, he’s so sensitive too. He loves head but he really can’t say it, he’s just too embarrassed. I just get the vibe that he’s mostly subby. He tried to be dom once but the poor baby couldn’t handle it all. But then he tried again and he did so good, but it tired him out, so if he’s domming, which is once in a blue moon, he’s going to be soft, maybe even softer than Javi. Mommy/Daddy kink!! “Please, I’m good right? Please, please tell me I’m doing good… you always feel so so good, I love you so much.” Please, he’s so sweet I love him. It’s rare that you guys get off together because of reasons due to his upbringing and stuff so he just likes being taken care of, the sweet boy. Before you, he never really cared for shaving, so when you first strip together, he’s a little nervous about it, and then after that he trims it, quite short.

Marcus Moreno

If anyone says this man is a hard dom they’re just kidding themselves, this man is the sweetest man out there, obviously not as much as Din ofc <3.

Marcus has an obsession with using his hands, making you cum just by fingering you. Then when he’s inside you, he slips his fingers into your mouth, or around your neck, or on your cheek. His dick is about 7 inches, and like everyone else, knows how to use it perfectly. Angel is one of his favourite nicknames to call you. “My perfect Angel, taking my cock so good baby…” whilst hes thrusting into you ever so gently. Would never EVER do it when Missy is around, so quickies before picking Missy up from school are his go to, but he loves the days where his mom can take her out for the day or even a grandma sleepover so he can be with you for hours. You under him, over him, him inside you, his good girl/boy, his good angel. Pleasuring you until you get numb. The armpit hair in the scene of the gif gets me and idk why, I have never had a thing for armpit hair but maybe I’m just really horny, but his hair down there is nice and trimmed, not bald, never bald.

Tim Rock(Hard)Ford

Here we go…

Oh Tim man! I have a teensy 🤏 detective kink so when Pedro played this role it was over for me.

Maybe it’s the greying, like Joel, but I feel like he’s huge, just like Joel. He’s 8 inches, living his best life. But he’s just a tired old man, so when he gets home, please just get on your knees for him, he’ll just lay there, stroking your hair, praising you, telling you how good you suck his cock. Then he’ll bring you up to the bed and return the favour, making sure to always get you to tell him about your day as he does so. Saturday nights are always his favourite time to rail into you, he’s had the whole day off, just resting, watching you walk around, getting him so worked up. He has a domestic kink. So seeing you do chores get him so hard. Loves fucking between your thighs when you’re sleeping because he gets home so late and just needs a little relief, but you look so cute and peaceful while you sleep and because he’s so considerate, he doesn’t wanna wake you. “So good for me baby, so good for daddy, gonna fill you up, you’re not gonna let any of my cum slip out right, gonna keep it all in your tummy, yeah, that’s it, cum for me.” TALKS YOU THROUGH IT!!! Sleeps naked. Not trimmed, not shaved, just grows it out, he’s old so he doesn’t care, it’s not like anyone but you would be seeing him like this anyways.

Dieter Bravo

I love Dieter, he’s so cute.

Not dom, but not sub either, just dom enough to see you break under him but sub enough to whimper and get soooo desperate. Such a huge pillow prince, he loves it when you suck him, especially when you grab his balls and caress them, he cums so quick when that happens. He’s about 6.5 inches, and it loves fast, not as in quickie, but he loves seeing you fall apart as he jackhammers into your hole. When you ride him he gets so sweet, and he can last long, don’t worry, but you just look so pretty on top of him, he can’t help it, please don’t be mad at him. Has a thing for dry humping, especially in the morning when he’s too lazy to move properly. “So good baby, oh yeah, fuck, grind against me just like that, mmmf fuck…” loves to beg and watch you beg, he’s so good to and for you, don’t doubt him ever. He doesn’t shave, he trims it, but he’s so goofy, so once he shaved it into a heart.

[meanbossart]

[gen] Do you regret becoming popular? In the sense that people mischaracterise your character to be a certain way that he isn't? As you develop him as a character, does it ever bother you that people reduce him to a strict set of traits based on earlier representations before that development happened? I'm curious to know your thoughts!

Maybe I'm too forgiving (nah) but little if not nothing of what I see I really qualify as "mischaracterization" - this is a blog, not a consistent work of writing or visual story-telling like a book or a movie. People might see one comic or drawing and assume x and y - and that's totally understandable and fine. The vast, vast majority of people I interact with are more than anything just curious about it and what the """canonical""" counterpart to their interpretation is. And I love that!

Also, I'm no stranger to the ancient practice of condensing a character down to their weirdest traits for the sake of a good punchline. And I love a good punchline, so I don't mind that either. I cackle every time someone describes my huge scarred up dude as "Babygirl" LOL

The only thing that bothers me is when people misunderstanding my intentions with the Orin storyline I concocted and then turn that into assumptions about me personally, but those are rare and far-between.

If there's two things I resent are A) my art was in a very transitional stage when the butt-grab comic got big, so I just wish It looked more in line with my current style 😂 and B) Chatting with people got a lot harder! I feel bad that I don't just reply to every since ask I get, but If I did that's all I would do. And my DMs are pretty much a lost cause.

Otherwise this has been really fun so far, it's been an immensely creatively fulfilling experience and I don't even know how to express how mind-blowing people's support and excitement toward my work has been.

[stardewstardropthoughts]

Could you possibly do something about Kent? Like idk an affair with you or just how he is romantically

I had time finally to answer something! The head cannons we are pretending he isn't with Jodi but the smut below the cut? Affair territory baby, pls don't guillotine me for how bad I probably wrote kent i never interacted with him much, sorry it's pretty short but I did both! 💙 🥲🥲🥲

Content warning: f!reader, no use of y/n, smut below the cut minors please do not interact with that, oral f! Receiving, unprotected sex

Kent x reader, an affair in pelican town

Romance Head canons:

My dudes traumatized, that's made very known throughout the game when he comes back, he's got PTSD from war so your gonna have to be gentle with him a bit

Not a fan of sudden loud noises or horror movies, likes to unwind and watch comedy movies with you

Sleeps better with you in his arms, feels safer that way

He has frequent nightmares, often wakes up in a cold sweat, heart pounding and a panic attack on the horizon, the sight of you tucked against him helps a bit but your voice helps so much more (so do the coping skills his therapist gave him but like shhhhhhhhhhhh)

Assuming he's not with Jodi for a moment, my man's wants a pretty little housewife, someone to take care of house and home and give him some little babies

Often fantasizes about you walking around the farm pregnant and with a little baby on your hip

This is wrong, and you know it's wrong. Jodie's your friend, you have dinner with her and her family often, but it's hard to find the time to care about that little fact when her husbands getting lost between your thighs. He's got your thighs held open by his rough strong hands, his mouth working overtime against your cunt as you moan and writhe against him, torn between pushing your hips closer to his face for more of the mind numbing pleasure he's giving you or pulling away for a break from the endless overstimulation. "F-fuck Kent please, too much" you whine, high pitched and breathy as your fingers thread through his hair. "Shhhhh babygirl, you can take it can't you? You wanna be good for me yeah? Than take it" he growls against you, too lost in your taste to finish his meal just yet. Once he's satisfied with how boneless you are, floating in your bliss from the three orgasms he's worked out of you he'll crawl his way up your body, trailing bites and kisses the whole way till he's hiking your legs over his shoulders, lining up his cock that's already leaking from the neglect. "Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart" he mumbles as he presses inside you, a whine being punched out of your lungs from being stuffed full after being so overstimulated with his mouth, you feel like your gonna burst with how deep the angle is. "Shit, Kent please" you whine, unsure what your begging for, but he knows, he always knows. "I got you babygirl, just lay back and enjoy the ride yeah?" He grunts as he pulls back and slams into you harshly, he loves seeing you fucked out beneath him, whimpering his name like a prayer only he can answer and God does he answer.

[fictionalwhores]

Dating JJ would include...

-JJ’s love language is physical affection and you can not tell me otherwise (maybe with a mix of words of affirmation) 

-He holds your hands, traces shapes on your bare skin, hugs you from behind while  on the boat and the breeze blows against you lightly, attempts to braid your hair as Kie instructs him, if one of you guys are sitting next to each other but can’t hold hands he’ll keep your guys’ knees close so he can still feel your touch  

-JJ is a cheeky man and part of that physical affection includes slapping your ass whenever you walk in front of him 

-Hear me out, JJ is the best and the worst with pet names. All day long he can roll out baby girl,sweetheart, and babe (proceeded with a very strung out and pouting “Babeeeeeee”) 

-”Awww, come here, babygirl”

-”Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere, I promise” 

-”Damn, babe, looking good in my clothes” 

-But do not think he won’t also call you bro, dude, or man at any given point two seconds after calling you a cute name 

-”Seriously, man?” 

-”Bro, stop touching me! Your hands are cold as fuck” 

-”Dude, you will never believe what I saw today” 

-speaking of which, JJ owns the phrase “THAT’S MY GIRL” 

-late-night talks in the hammock admiring the starlit sky 

-if anyone even breathes wrong in your direction its ON SIGHT For this protective boy 

-JJ would 100% start little arguments just to see you get riled up and defend your stance 

-Followed with him kissing you and telling you to relax, he was just messing with you because he thinks it’s hot when you get worked up 

-When things are bad with his dad, he would leave for a few days at a time, which leaves you worried sick because JJ sucks at texting back 

-But he doesn’t want you to see him like that so he says he just needs some space 

-when he finally does come back you give him all the love in the world and he doesn’t try to fight any of it 

-okay I’ve never smoked but I really want JJ to teach me so imagine him rolling a blunt for you and instructing you through the whole process and making sure to stop you before you do too much or hyping you up when you finally don’t cough while taking a drag 

-Seeing who can ride out a wave the longest when surfing 

-Playing on opposite sides of beer pong because you two are competitive against each other 

-Although you and JJ usually get drunk together, on the rare occasion that he doesn’t get drunk and you do, he is right there next to you to help you get home and in bed clean and safe. 

-JJ trusts you around guys, it’s the guys he doesn’t trust and we know he wouldn’t let it slide if  a guy were hitting on you 

-imagine Kie teaching him how to make string bracelets and him making matching ones for the two of you and he plays it off as a joke but he’s so relieved when you actually love and wear it

-one time you two had a date on a boat but you both ended up cuddling and falling asleep almost all day and when John B found you two near the marsh you two were BURNT 

-speaking of dates, can we just imagine sitting on the beach together with feets close to where the waves are coming up and you finding a seashell wash up and then 10 minutes later you guys are both on a hunt to find the most shells and then laying them all out on the beach to make a big heart 

-JJ is a top but is always down to be the little spoon

[tachiha3]

Watching the ~zukaang~ episode hehehe

• "How do I look?" ARGH MY BABYGIRL!!!!!

• This show better spark some flames for Jee x Zuko in the fandom. It's the least it could do.

• Bro why the fuck is all of this happening so quickly give aang's arcs some time to breathe why does he always end up with the rushed arcs.

• Roku wtf? Oh. Oh! This was nice. I like you, Roku.

• Oh damn Roku I love your smug nod.

• Shit Roku I forgor about your personality from the comics. And here I was gonna make you my favourite character 🤕

• Gordon sho cute 😍

• Zhao reminds me of my old hindi teacher 😭😭

• Just make Zuko the main character and the show about the fire nation. You only seem to wanna write them anyway 🙄

• MISCHIEVOUS AANG MISCHIEVOUS AANG MISCHIEVOUS AANG MISCHIEVOUS AA-

• Wow this is..... very loyal/faithful to the original. Nice.

• WHO WROTE THIS EPISODE IT'S ACTUALLY GOOD WTH???

• DUDE I'M SCREAMING IT'S SO GOOD THEY WROTE A GOOD EPISODE AAAAAA

• Slutty robe ozai damn...

• What's gonna be the reason of banishmet if Zuko is fighting back?

• Why is Ozai crying what are they doing huh what's this eh aayein eh what ayo

• ICONIC DIALOUGE MENTION 🗣🗣🗣 WE COULD'VE BEEN FRIENDS 🗣🗣

• I'm pretty sure Ozai didn't want to "fix" Zuko..... he just hated the boy.

• Shit this made me cry omg... Ya'll weren't lying the crew respecting him was emotional.

• Did we um..... forget about Hei Bai?

• OH so bryke worked on it.... Makes sense.

[romanestuffsposts]

Can you possibly write one where the reader decides to be a litte troublemaker and decides to try coffee? Maybe her daddy’s left the room and she snuck a sip 💖💖

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the lovely request for for being patient! ❤️

I hope you like how I turned your request :)

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : bratty little reader, go against rules, fluff, story at bedtime, coffee, little reader become a troublemaker, cuteness

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky x Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : your Daddy is leaving for a mission and you try to find things to make him stay

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You pout as you look up at your Daddy walking inside your room in his work clothes. You're so upset with him right now, even if it won't be for too long, you're still upset. He has to leave for a mission during all the night and you didn't liked that. You don't like when one of them isn't at home with you during the day so during the night ? unimaginable

He chuckles at how cute you look under the sheets with your stuffies all over the bed and your adorable little pouty face he loves so much. He takes a sip of his coffee as he walks toward the bed, once he reaches you, he sits on the edge of the bed and takes another sip making you frown "what is it Daddy ?" you ask with a fake pouty voice

He smiles down at his cup and shakes his head before looking up at you "this is coffee, little one" he simply answer in his sweet and lovely tone. You feel the other side of your bed moving which means only one thing ; Papa's here too!

You keep frowning at your Daddy but don't say anything. You watch him taking another sip again and try to understand what he told you about coffee one day.

When he doesn't hear you saying something else, he looks back at you and tilts his head knowingly "it's for helping me waking up. I need to be ready and concentrate for this night and this," he says pointing at his cup "will help me"

You cross your arms against your chest deciding that you don't like this coffee dude. He helps your Daddy so he can go out all night and leaving you and your Papa alone at home ? What if you have a nightmare and need the both of them ? What if the doors suddenly decided to stay close, trapping you in with your Papa ? Then your Daddy won't be able to spend times with you if that would happen and he’ll get tired by trying to get in with you.

He playfully rolls his eyes and rests his coffee on your nightstand, you feel both of their eyes on you so you look up at your Papa "what story do you want for tonight, princess ?" he asks popping your nose with his index making you smile a little

"I want "when do hippos play"" you say "pwease" you add. You watch them nodding their head "alright, babygirl. We'll go get it for you" your Daddy says kissing your forehead. They stand up and are soon outside of your bedroom, you let out a frustrate sigh. What can you do so your daddy will stay ?

There aren't many options and you already tried most of them so you let out a second sigh in defead. That until you turn your head and see the coffee of your Daddy still on your nightstand. You quickly sat up in your matress and bite your lip. You carefully grab the cup and bring it into your laps. It's not that hot now so it's perfect

If you can't make him stay or make him sleepy, you'll stay awake so you can be with him. This coffee dude will help you stay awake just like it does for your Daddy.

You smile at how genious you are. You take a sip and even if the taste is worser than everything you ever ate or drink, you still finish the cup. You put it back in the nightstand and lay back down on your pillow after drying your mouth from the leftover of coffee.

At their surprise, you're not as grumpy as you were when they step back inside the room with the book. They didn't thought more of it and went to take back their sit beside you but this time, they get more comfy than before. "you ready, sweetie ?" your Papa asks as you snuggle against his side. You nod and cuddle Bucksie as he starts reading

During the entire story, your Daddies shared the book until your Papa is the last one at reading the last words of the book. He quietly closes the book incase you're already sleeping but when he gets a closer look at your face, he can sees your eyes wide open

He sighs making you look up at him with your big eyes "why aren't you sleeping, princess ?" he asks tilting his head. Your Daddy peers down at you and sees by himself that you're still wide awake which annoy him a little.

He hoped you would fall asleep quickly because it'll be easier for him to leave if you're asleep and it'll be faster for you if you're sleeping.

" 'm not tired" you say shrugging and start playing with Bucksie's ears. Your Daddy sighs and grab his cup, he frowns at how light it is. He looks inside the cup and his frown fall when he sees it empty. He freezes for a second before looking up at you and your Papa. He watches your conversation with your Papa.

"Baby ?" he calls, interrupting your conversation. Steve looks up at Bucky and you turn your head toward him too. When you see the cup in his hands you try to look innocent. "you're still not sleepy ?" he asks tilting his head.

You start shaking your head but change your mind and finish by nodding your head making your Daddy narrowing his eyes. He lifts his cup more toward you and asks "did you drink what was in it ?"

You look up at him and shake your head which doesn't amused him at all "you know what happen when you lie, right ?" he sternly says

You stop your movement before dropping your eyes to your Papa and nod your head. Your Daddy intimidates you too much to look at him. You hear him sighing and feel him coming closer to you "why ?" he simply asks

You keep looking in your Papa's eyes with sad eyes and he tilts his head, you see his eyes changed and you understand that you have to answer your Daddy. So you turn your head back toward him and feel so small under his stare, he doesn't look angry but he doesn't look happy either.

"I don't want you to leave" you mumble with a shaky voice. Your Daddy's eyes soften and he goes to wrap his arms around you, he squeezes you tighter against him and sighs "I know babygirl but it's just for tonight and if you sleep it'll go faster. I'll be here when you woke up" he says kissing the top of your head. You feel your Papa's hand on your back and legs as your Daddy reassures you.

"You drink the coffee so Daddy would be tired ?" Your Papa asks and you shake your head "wanted to stay awake so I could go with Daddy" you say against your Daddy's chest. You feel him holding you tighter "it's not how it works, little one" he sighs "i don't want to leave you two tonight but I have to and the sooner i leave, the sooner I'll come back"

You whine and shake your head "want the both of you"

"I know, beautiful. I know" he says "but i promise you that tomorrow and for the rest of the week, it'll be just the three of us" he adds kissing your temple.

You look up at him to see if he's lying to you and then look at your Papa who nods his head. You pout and unwrap his arms from around you, you still accept the situation even if you didn't really had a choice and lay back down on the bed

"thank you" he sweetly smiles at you and even if you want to stick your tongue out at him, you smile in return. You Papa grabs your attention toward him when he slides his fingers in your hair "how about you sleep with me tonight ?" he proposes

Your eyes light up and you nod your head happily. He grins and stands up from the bed, he lifts you up and you curl your body against his with your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist and your head against his shoulder.

"i'll read you as many books as you need until you fall asleep" he whispers in your ears making you more happy

[crosbyism]

HELLO IM BACK (the sid should have gender affirming sex anon) bc i just realized the real and true reason for sid’s old jock. it looks like an infection hazard right?? THATS THE POINT. the constant dick checks needed to prevent a rash. having a glorified 15 step korean skin care routine for his dick and balls. demanding nate double check his junk.

i had a whole thing about sid fucking his way across the masculinity spectrum to tell u and i can’t express it rn :( i am slightly high i think sid starts out w some fairly stereotypical cishet ideas of masculinity and sex, thinking in the middle of the flyers era misgendering. assumes his visceral negative reaction to getting babygirled is as much the sub part as gender (also bc prob has a lot of cishet ideas about gender and penetration and power) then he gets baby boy-ed and it’s like iiiii can shooow uuuu the woooorld like i think he’s a switch (sex competition!) which imo is underexplored but idk maybe he was operating off the hind brain assumption that bc he was topping in a certain sitch he’s be in charge and gets baby boy-ed by a power bottom. or maybe he tries anal but decides penetration doesn’t get him the way a handjob does bc he wants to touch dicks! idk i think sex gets a lot more wet n wild when penetration isnt treated as “realer” than all other forms even if it can be fun! i am high and this is probably a more nuanced topic than i can express rn sorry :( i just was struck w inspiration about sid’s nasty jock and demanding his junk be looked at to see if other ppl thought he was getting a rash or not

sid gets wiggly when condescendingly called sport

ur so right re nate and the eroticization of the everyday via sid’s masculinity kink. also i think one time the sink breaks and sid’s hind brain is like I Know What To Do and it’s not until he’s standing in front of the sink wearing a white tank top jeans toolbelt and holding a hammer (for a sink???) w nate staring at him expectantly that sid realizes he got all his knowledge from porn and has no clue what to do when facing an actual sink

also i think nate can trick? sid into doing chores if he frames it as fulfilling sid’s being a middle aged man kink. home depot dad kink. babe bring home the bacon. hey handsome going hunting? (grocery shopping). hey stud gimme a ride? wow we should compare charcoal vs gas grill maintaince. man these burgers are so good u gotta show me the recipe

i’ve mostly talked about sid here but ur nate idea w him having his everyday in a box and sec in a box and sid exploding the boxes is soooooo good

ok bye im going to go eat peanut butter. wait no i have chocolate cake!!!!

BESTIE WELCOME BACK 😍🥰😘 lol i love u and feel free to come into my inbox high and craving chocolate cake anytime. im laughing and delighted

LMAOOO re: sid’s nasty jock being an excuse for regular junk inspections, im crying ur SO right bestie. sid keeps being like: oh nooo i have to get my junk inspected again :( and someone has to fondle it while talking about my cock and balls in excruciating detail :( oh nooo what if they have to take out a magnifying glass :( to check for an infection :( and then they’d have to KEEP talking to me regularly about by cock and balls. and inspect it. every day.

anyone else: sid why don’t you just get a new jock

sid: no :) can’t. ✨superstition✨

like it would be SO ON BRAND for him. im crying. and also rolling in this headcanon like a pig in filth (read: sid’s junk in his jock)

re: sid working his way up to it and discovering the delights and dynamics of queer sex as an underbaked youngling, u r cooking and now i’m thinking about, like. sid nervously for one of his first sort of hook ups working his way up to insisting on topping with a very effeminate gay dude (since he feels safe asking for it there) and the guy just blowing his mind going “mh honey you’re such a stud, you’re gonna come and fill me right up, aren’t you?” sid goes UH. yes. YES PLEASE. and the sex essentially starts the process of boiling the frog for him, bc the guy is like. clearly at least a a decade older, clearly handling the reigns, but he’s also luxuriating in getting a cock inside him, calls sid (“just, uh. don’t call me kid, please.”) a sport, a stud, a good boy, basically sort of caringly soft doms him (“oh you’re gonna blow your load soon, aren’t you, baby boy? inside me? it’s okay baby, your big cock feels so good, i want it.”) while also begging for a cock in his ass. by the time sid walks out of there his queer third eye is blown wide the fuck open and he starts sucking and fucking his way through pittsburgh, craving nothing less than the high of shrimp colour sexual encounters. figuring out the shape of his (masc kink) sexual preferences one ultra specific hookup at a time.

the thing is that as a rookie he’s small in hockey terms, but he’s still a big guy compared to the normal population. so it’s not exactly hard to start topping dudes. but i think he does the classic dom top thing a couple of times and it gets a little boring. he loves fucking jocks, albeit starts out fucking smaller guys than him. he’s ecstatic the first time a bearded guy bigger than him goes to his knees and praises how pretty his cock is between sucking him off. he loves being called baby boy. sometimes even likes being called “kid” (but only in a specific gay hookup way). over the years he grows to like and appreciate all sorts of little masc epithets (big guy, handsome, mister, and ultimately daddy). i’m with you re: absolutely a switch, although i think he works his way up to some stuff. he just always, regardless of dynamic, enjoys sex the most when it’s full of masculinisation kink. he loves to be a dude fucking dudes. any which way. he loves touching a dick

i’m laughing so much @ nate tricking him into doing chores via middle aged dad kink bc why are u SO right about this. this is real to me. once nate figures the masc kink thing out he is milking that cow cock day and night about it. “hey handsome going hunting? (grocery shopping)” and “wow we should compare charcoal vs gas grill maintaince” are going to live in my mind rent free forever now, thank u. i’m gonna wake up in the middle of the night two weeks from now thinking: “hunting (grocery shopping)”. and the fact that sid 100% gets off on it. thrives on being referred to like this. sid wants to be the mustachioed porno plumber so bad. nate lets him tinker and break the sink even more just for the kink of it before they break 3 hours and two rounds of sex later and finally call an actual plumber. it’s a good thing they’re millionaires that can afford to break their appliances even more before hiring a professional to fix it.

[alohaasaloevera]

Lance from Voltron is something else man… like yes I want to do face masks with you but I also want to witness you literally wrecking people. That can be interpreted in different ways.

Like his boyfriend, he’s so babygirl and zaddy at the same time. Except he isn’t really zaddy… he’s like… sir. Do you get this???

Like he’s too babygirl to be zaddy, but not enough babygirl to be a babygirl… so, we have sir.

He’s so skrunkly… so awhbwhbwyg!!!hehe. So dorky and adorable. Adorkable. But when he gets serious oh no my airflow is suddenly getting constricted I’m gasping hollering for hair help me haha I’m so fine (I’m really not), you know? Like you want him to grab you or something (replace you with Keith)

Maybe sir isn’t the right word… he’s like dude bro… but hot????

Idk really, but when you think about it, just think about post canon Lance.

Of course, he’s still very babygirl wifey with the most snatched waist known to man kind, but…. He’s actually kinda zaddy material.

I’d like to think he teaches at the Garrison while helping on the farm like on weekends or something?? Just a mix of both but he does work on the farm more in the summer

So his skin is like a few tones darker than before, he gains muscle and strength because of the frequent manual labor, he (probably) starts eating a healthier diet from just food goo and the occasional dish Hunk will cook up. Combine that with other things Lance would totally do (morning walks, swimming frequently, etc.), you get a guy literally straight men would drool over. Also, malewife potential. Don’t ask me why. Just. Malewife.

So, in conclusion, Lance is an adorkable little skrunkly which Keith could get on his knees for and call him sir.

( I don’t even know if that post-canon part is canon-compliant I just needed to get this out of my system)

(I am rereading this. What was I on??? Probably pure desire.)

[onyxs-personal-account]

OBEY ME REDESIGN/AU? KINDA? -PART 2-

Art -> Part 2 -Lucifer- (Art at the end)

Here's part 1 - (RAD fonctionnement rewrite + satan's character sheet) read this first for context please !

Hello (again)! My name is Onyx and I'm an artist with too much free time and a lack of sense of priority which unables me to draw important stuff for my personal projects and makes me create or redesign silly little characters instead :)

Today, I wanted to explain how I view devildom's hierarchy and what makes certain demons more ''powerful'' than others

START OF MY RAMBLING !

First of all, in this rewrite, the royal family is still the head of the devildom. They own and control the lands as well as assure the demons living there's well being, but it's not a monarchy, as in, they don't have the power to do anything they want.

When the og! game's MC arrives, Diavolo and his father are the only royal's left (even tho daddy's too busy sleeping to care about his kingdom and his son)

But the fact that they own the kingdom does not mean that they're the strongest demons there, in fact there's several demons that could be a big threat for them, which is why sharing the powers that come with being the ''main'' ruler is very important to the royal family as it ''protects'' them from harm (it's like a political agreement, don't ask me how it exactly works I'm far from being an expert. I'm just a little dude with a lot of imagination.)

Basically, here's a little chart to explain how power is distributed (the main things, not everything) (from most to least powerful):

1)

The devildom's king is sleeping so Diavolo temporarily has his powers as well as his duties

Privileges:

-Can use the devildom's funds for whatever he thinks is a good thing for the kingdom/demons, for example, the RAD (BUT: at least half of the dukes have to agree with the project for it to happen)

-The devildom's inhabitants technically have to follow his every orders ( Some exceptions can apply)

Obligations:

-Ensure the citizen's safety and wellbeing

-Organise all of the devildom's celebrations/events

- If there's a war or a conflict, has to ensure the citizens safety but doesn't control the devildom's army himself (He can give orders but someone else decides if the army will follow him or not, the army is only obligated to protect the citizens, they decide if they attack or not basically)

2)

The dukes : they each control a part of the devildom's economy and use it in one sector each (i don't want to decide how many they are but like, there's one that ensure the food stocks, one for the healthcare, one for the entertainment... That kind of things)

As previously stated, if Diavolo starts a big project thats going to cost a lot, they'll have a meeting to talk about it and vote if they agree or not, Diavolo has to get at least half of them to agree to actually start the project

3)

The avatars (our babygirls)

Each of them basically controls one of the ring of hell according to their sin (the lowest ring is Belphie's, the reborn demons have to got through all of them to get to the devildom, see it at climbing a big moutain of suffering before getting to the long waited rest)

Also demons that commit a crime (or multiple) can go back to the rings as punishment, starting at a different height depending on the intensity of the crime

In extreme cases, some demons are doomed to stay there forever

4)

The army (Levi plays a big part in there but we'll talk about it when I'll redesign him)

5)

The newspaper club (surprising, I know, but they're actually so infuencial that they became extremely powerful)

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Now, as for the demons themselves, they're different kinds of demons! (Mainly 3)

1) The reborns are the least ''threatening'' kind : they're basically humans/demons that passed and came back because of their sins, they all go to RAD at least the first time they're reborn so they technically all know about ''regular'' magic but its extremely rare that they get a connection to an element. They usually then get assigned to a job and have to work until they pass (which is usually a long time)

2)Then we have the hellborns, they're regular demons but that were created and born in the devildom. Same as the reborns, they go to RAD, then they can either start a working life or stay at the academy for as long as they'd like. As they didn't ask to be born here and technically did nothing wrong, they have full freedom over their life and aren't assigned to a specific job or anything (they still have to follow the rules and are punished if they do bad things)

3)And finally, we have the fallen angels! Even tho it's extremely rare for an angel to fall, it still happens and the brothers aren't the only one. They also have to go to RAD to learn the devildom's ways even tho they already know ''regular'' magic. It's extremely rare that they DON'T have a connection to an element. They don't have to go through the rings of hell since falling from heaven is already a huge punishment.

END OF RAMBLING, THANK YOU FOR READING Y'ALL ARE AMAZING <3

As for the redesign.... here's Lucifer!!

I know, I know, I took a lot of liberties and it's difficult to see him as the same character as the og!Lucifer, but hear me out:

WHY. IS. HE. RED. IN. THE. FIRST. PLACE.

Because red is a ''menacing'' color?? Why does he have red eyes to begin with, he's an angel!!? They all have designs more or less related to their sin BUT PRIDE IS IN BLUE??? AND EVEN IF IT WAS BECAUSE HE DENIES THE FACT THAT HE'S A SINNER, RED ISN'T BLUE'S OPPOSITE!!!!!

I'm okay.

BUT WHY.

Anyways <3

ABOUT THIS REDESIGN

As stated on the drawing, Lucifer is bound to light and wind, although his connection to wind is pretty recent and is due to him refusing to use his fire powers since the fall. His connection with fire was becoming so thin that another element connected itself to him : wind. So he's basically one of the first person in the three world bound to more than two elements, even if he refuses to use one of them.

As for ''regular'' magic, he's especially skilled at counterspells and unbinding curses/hexes (probably mainly due to his siblings's fuckery) but also excels at most types of offensive spells.

He also makes sure to always wear blue in public but rarely wears it in private, I think that wearing blue reminds him of his duties and image as an avatar and that not wearing it makes him feel way more comfortable (that's why he doesn't in the comfort of his house or with his close friends)

ALRIGHT that's it for today, tysm for reading, I hope my rambling was enjoyable to you ;)

But before leaving, shoul I call the player ''MC'' or is it okay for me to use my own name (I don't want to break your immersion) (Said name would be Onyx)

Much love!

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

POLLRUNNER'S NOTE: Wu Zetian (Iron Widow) and Wu Zetian (IRL History) are in this tournament as separate characters.

Propaganda under the cut.

Han Sooyoung:

She's the designated morally grey person of her found family (they accepted her reluctantly cuz she did some evil (morally grey) stuff. She literally has to kill the protagonist multiple times (or be the one to take the initiative) because no one else wants to and she's the only one 'evil' enough to do it. She has such an interesting relationship with the 'completely morally good' characters in the story and by interesting I mean so gay and so fucked up! Also she's my cringefail babygirl and deserves to win. Did i mention the alternate universe where she saves everyone by dooming one person but her goal at the end is to abandon everyone anyway? The part where she destroys the world and passively kills thousands of people (they don't just die once either) and makes someone experience literal hell just to save one person... Yeah

honestly she kinda sucks but in a soaking wet cat way (affectionate). she might be a plagiarist but she did it better anyway (rip tls123). she's got a lot of problems, but luckily most of them can be solved by the massive amount of money she makes as an author and celestial twitch streamer, money which she also uses to publically flex multiple times. the first to come to mind is the time she went on a date and he was talking down to her, so she pulled out the keys to her expensive car and said he didn't make enough money for her (or something similar, either way she basically told him to fuck off). the problems that can't be solved by money exist because she is living through the apocalypse, and she's still successful despite that. she started a cult at the start of the apocalypse to make use of her plagiarism, which i think was also just a way for her to survive. she's replacing her smoking habit with lemon candy and we love to see a positive change like that

Wu Zetian:

So she spends the entire like first quarter of the book fantasizing about killing this dude who killed her sister, and then she does it! She murders him! In her world, boys and girls get paired up to fight in these giant super cool machines, but because of the way the system works, it kills the girl a lot of the time. But Zetian totally turned that around! Then she gets paired with the strongest fighter in the army in hopes that he'll kill her, but she doesn't and actually ends up in a polycule with him. Also, she's based off of the only female emperor in Chinese history.

[tonberry-yoda]

*slides in and gives you the biggest smooch on your forehead* hi miss Berry-boo, I love you <3 ahem! Gojo going to the beach headcanons? The last month of summer is here and I LOVE those silly beach episodes some animes have so why not huh? (I would bury the babygirl in the sand btw) mwah i wuv u <3

Gojo at the Beach

notes - BABE HI <3333 I love this literally so so much! I know that he does go to the beach in season 2, but I haven't seen it yet, so I'm making this up lolol but no i love this idea so much and I love YOU so much! Now let's bury bbygurl in sand <3

I made the goofiest ass graphic and im not even mad because it's THAT stupid

bro sunburns so easily

^ LOOK HOW PALE HE IS

^ please pack sunscreen for him because we all know he won't

maybe he's good at swimming, maybe he's not, but it doesn't matter because i know that he's the dude who plays dead to see if you'll notice

^ ignore him, it's funny. like just sit with your sunglasses and watch him float face down

all these girls oggle over his body, which rightfully upsets you, especially when he plays into it

^ you have permission to actually drown him :)

he is too good at volleyball, and too strong (almost knocked out a child)

he will draw wieners in the sand

^ please stop him from doing that

always loses a flip flop whenever y'all go

wears dad Hawaiian shirts when he knows he's getting too burnt on his body

and flamingo sunglasses

don't let him BBQ please thank you

he will fall asleep and burn if you're not careful

^ with food in his mouth too dfksljjkdfkjfd

when you bury him in the sand though, he loves it and really makes a deal with you to see if you can dig a hold deep enough to completely bury him

^ you want that twenty bucks so bad that you end up winning by a lot

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[whirlwindimagines]

Hi! I’m srsrly in love with your writing I thought I just HAD to make a request!! 💛

Vash and the rest going into a bar to rest and reader works at the bar as a singer. Vash develops a bit of a crush on them and maybe Wolfwood teases him about it? maybe reader also finds him cute and buys him a drink?

idk, i bet you can elaborate on the idea better than i can ;-; 💛

Thank you <3 I hope you enjoy this! I love writing blushy shy Vash lol hes such a Babygirl <3 Also all I can think of this with this request is that Vash’s English voice actor can sing, and he's really good! So I think it should be canon that Vash has a good singing voice. Hence the title is a lyric from Like Yesterday by Eyeshine which Johnny Yong Bosch sings :D 

‘Can I just stay up with you all night?’

Vash X Reader

He’s here again, you are sitting at the back of the bar waiting for your set when you notice the group walk in. It’s an odd group, and the blonde in the red coat sticks out like a sore thumb. An attractive one at least, you watch him look over the bar. Looking for you maybe? You hope. 

Your eyes meet, and you raise your glass to him with a wink, watching with pleasure as his face flushes and he nearly misses his seat when he sits. He is quite cute and so different from the usual rift raft that drifts in here to listen to you sing. 

Finishing your drink, you head towards the stage. You glance at the blonde once more; this job wasn’t so bad. Free drinks, a place to sleep, and the tips weren’t bad either, composing yourself you grab the Microphone and start singing. 

Vash watches you mesmerized; he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since he entered the bar all those nights ago. He’s never spoken to you, only lingering glances, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to work up the courage to talk to you.

Wolfwood nudges him, and he ignores him. It was the undertaker who wanted to go drinking tonight anyway, and if Vash picked this place because of the entertainment, who's to say? With another nudge, his eyes flicker to Wolfwood's amused gaze. “Dude I can practically see the hearts in your eyes.” 

Vash flushes, waving a hand dismissively toward the other man. “What? Can't I appreciate good music?” He says with a laugh turning back to watch you. “Sure, it’s just the music that’s good.” Vash sighs, resting one of his elbows on the table to lean his head against his hand. 

“You should talk to them, or maybe I’ll buy them a drink.” Wolfwood teases with a smirk, as Vash lets out a whine. He wishes he could be as bold as Wolfwood, but he just can’t. Besides, it's better this way, just admiring from afar. You finish singing, and the whole bar's attention is on you. Vash cringes at the very loud wolf whistle, Wolfwood gives out. 

Your eyes flicker to the blonde, smiling at him as you get off the stage and walk towards the bar. Once you reach the bartender, you lean in whispering to him and pointing at the man in the red coat. Satisfied you order a drink for yourself, and head back to your table in the back of the bar. 

Vash looks up in surprise when a drink is placed in front of him, looking up at the waiter in question. “From our resident singer, and in their words ‘for the cute blonde’” Vash blushed brightly ignoring Wolfwood's loud laughter, as the waiter walked away. He picks up the drink, looking across the bar and meeting your gaze. 

You smile at him kindly and raise your drink to him like you did earlier in the night. You watch in delight as he does the same, your eyes don't leave him as you finish the drink. You watch his friend shove him out of his seat, and your heart skips a beat as he walks towards you. 

Feeling nervous and fluttery, he approaches. So many men and women had approached you like this in the past, but this time felt different as he joined your side awkwardly stuttering out his name. How endearing, you invite Vash to sit with you happy to know his name and you tell him your own. 

Once he sits, you order more drinks. You find Vash easy to talk to, he’s different from the others. You're glad you sent that drink over. You secretly hope he continues to watch you sing, and maybe drink with you. Excited where this could lead, you focus your attention solely on the blonde excited that his eyes are only on yours.

[actuallyastingray]

Hello Supablr. Sorry this took forever, but I've been working on a follow up project once I'm done with these. More on that later, so for now just enjoy the takes

Skarra: Feral, cackling gremlin trying to pretend he's not empty inside. Needs a hug, possibly several hugs, but is too afraid of cooties to ask. He's either going to have a Prince Zuko level redemption or go full Anakin Skywalker

Dingaan: Dammit Dingaan! You can't be both the lovable, clueless himbo and dumb, jock bully at the same time. Pick one!

Automatic: So, if we ever get a Rookie Season 2, are we gonna see him become the third wheel in Skarra and Shakes' rivalry? Cause no joke, this guy lost his job to Shakes and has way more reason to hate him than Skarra does

Max Power: I'm not a shipper, but why are there no pairings between him and Shakes? I mean, technically there's two of him, but still

Dooma: Oh Dooma, Dooma, Dooma. The writers made such a big deal about bringing you back, and then they promptly forgot about you. Guess upstaging Skarra really isn't all that easy.

Uber: Somehow, a 6.5, 300+ lb. German muscle man is giving me more babygirl vibes then a Sailor Moon character. Also, it's hilarious when you realize he outranks his coach.

Ja Nein: The rarely seen lovechild between adorkableness and pure evil. The "first day at the unit" meme was invented for this guy specifically.

Thor: If he grows a beard, we can call him Odin

Von Eye: Why did it take me four seasons to realize his name is a pun? What is wrong with me?

Chuck: Seriously, I want to see this guy succeed. I want him train up his team, pull off a win, and feel good about it just so he can tell Toni to screw off

John Johnson: The most loveable himbo in a team that consists of equally loveable himbos

Miko Chen: The only thing not completely wholesome about him is how little screen time he gets. That's about as shameful as Ura-Giri's strategies.

De los Santos: He really needs his own Boss theme, but does that make him the bad guy? Cause lets face it, he's not the bad guy

Don Aldo: That's not how hair physics works

Ninja: The second most absent arch-rival in my history of watching cartoons. At least they both brought him back and gave him an identity as El Matador's rival. Still wish we got to see more of the tigers

Liquido: Ten years ago, if I told myself I would one day describe someone as a "sociopathic surfer-dude" I would start to question my own sanity

Andre Meda: His name is an astronomy pun, his team uses constellations as a secret formation code, and his coach has them train in outer space. This guy is a huge closet nerd, and you can't change my mind.

Vladmir Savich: They made a few half-baked attempts to make him a villain and the fanbase is having none of it. Good for him.

Riano: WHY IS THERE NOT MORE CONTENT OF HIM AND SHAKES BEING FRIENDS? They were such good friends, and we have like zero content to prove it. Do the writers not realize how much of a foil he could have been to Skarra? Riano and Shakes being best friends, and Skarra is feeling like he's been replaced, thus hating Shakes even more. Sorry for the long rant but c'mon Moonbug, this guy had so much potential

[rewritingcanon]

[jegulily] worse than jegulus but somehow less annoying idk how to explain it

dude this is so real! like it's hard to explain but it captures those feelings perfectly. like it is worse in a sense that it directly romantically connects an oppressed woman with her oppressor and that's gross, but it's also less annoying because of how fandom acts, they at least try to act like they don't completely erase Lily? I guess? so it's more palatable to 'see' rather than the complete erasure or demonization or downgrading that happens with jegulus, though you can still tell that she's treated like a third wheel and the lesser one in that poly and the only posts you see about the ship not working cause one of them feels like they don't fit in are always about Lily lol. but in the end both still bad in a sorta same way, cause they both only serve one character, Regulus irrelevant Black and that's it, they only exist for one character, cause neither James or Lily or their fans gain anything from these ships, they're both deliriously happy with each other and don't give a flying crap about the new twink of the month and don't 'need' him in their ships. yet still one of those camps is at least trying to fight the misogyny allegations while the other is just blatantly misogynistic.. so like there are layers and levels to the badness and annoyance here lmfao

im literally dying over “regulus irrelevant black” and “new twink of the month” because thats exactly how these new death eater babygirls feel to me all the time and we seriously need to retire the image. and i really said “idk how to explain it” and then you came and explained it perfectly.

it sucks because i do wish there was more love for polyamorous ships in fandom in general but did the popular had to have been jegulily?? youre also completely right about how jegulily shippers (from what i’ve seen) are mostly regulus fans, because the whole ship does seem to center around him in some way. it’s so funny how often lily would feel shoved into the ship absentmindedly when in reality the third wheel would be regulus. and there would be a third wheel in this scenario because canon lily and canon james wouldnt want to touch regulus within a ten foot pole. lily, who dumped her childhood best friend over his prejudices against muggles/muggleborns (that extended years of her having to look the other way) would want to voluntarily put herself in a relationship that could so much as entail the same sort of bullshit. james, who joined a whole ass war to defend the rights of the oppressed and had probs a million bitching sessions with sirius over how shitty his family was (including regulus) would want to date said character? mmm uh huh okay. fanon is getting out of control its time we curb stomp a lot of it.

ive yapped too much too long im not gonna even get into the jegulus part. it makes me too maddddd