#i wish you all the extreme pleasure of enjoying your job

[link-sans-specs]

Hey friend—just wanted to tell you this 🍑 loves you and I’m happy you’re here <3

Ditto. 💙 Love you back!

[eternityofend]

Another type of milk.

PAIRING: Francis Mosses x Female!Reader ( Slight Doppelganger!Francis Mosses x Reader. )

Requested: Can I request something for Francis, the Milkman? Like the scenario is: Y'all be talking then, they do it under the desk while the reader is working?

MDNI +18, NSFW.

You scroll through your phone, time ticking with each passing second as you get even more bored. Your job as a doorman was nice however the hours needed to work were plenty enough of time for you to wish you had never taken up such a job in the first place.

You hear a tap on the window as you see Francis in front of you, holding a carton of milk in his hands, his movements were sluggish and his eye bags were darker than when you last saw him.

You ignored the concern building in you and tried to find your wallet to pay for the milk you ordered from Francis, keyword: tried. You frantically searched your pockets and the drawers but there was no sign of a leather wallet in all of the places you searched.

Francis stares at you with a blank expression, completely minding his own business as he didn't question the amount of time it took for you to find your wallet.

"Hey.. can I pay you up in a different way?"

Francis raises his eyebrows, skeptical about your request but nods his head; far too kept up with how much time this delivery was taking. He wasn't used to social interaction anyway, he just wanted to get out.

You motion for him to come into your office, opening the gate for him and closing it once he went through.

A few minutes later, Francis knocks on your door and you let him in, he's still holding onto the carton of milk which you help him put on your desk.

"Mmmm.. so what's this different method of payment are you talking about?.." Francis mutters, his voice husky with the tiredness he felt from his job, tone as curious as ever.

You walk up to him, putting your hand on his chest while smiling innocently.

Francis looked at you with a curious expression, gulping as he was nervous about what you were going to do with him.

Francis looked at your eyelashes, and your pretty eyes, trying to distract himself from the weird thoughts he was thinking; perhaps he was watching too much inappropriate stuff, he should limit himself on that.

"Do you live alone?" You asked, knowing well what his answer would be.

Francis tore his gaze away from you, now staring at your wall. "Yes.."

He hears a small laugh come from you, and his body feels tingly with extreme nervousness. Why were you laughing? Did you expect him to have a roommate or something?

"So you have no one to milk you at home then?" You whisper in Francis's ears, watching him tense up as he caved in to your voice and touch.

You saw the way his knees trembled to hold onto his body, cheeks turning redder than the scarlet milk he frequently delivers.

You put a hand on his cheek, making him look at you with a smile on your face. "Let me help you, that's my payment." You utter, watching his eyes widen as he came across a conflicted statement-- not knowing what to choose.

You really didn't have to wait long.

Francis stares up at you, hand on his mouth as he leans against the wall, ears flushing with blush as he attempted to conceal his noises from you, afraid of someone hearing.

You rubbed your shoe against his bulge, looking at him with a mischievous look on your face, wanting to make him cum from a dry orgasm before you fully fuck him.

"Ah~ Hnn~ Ngn~" Francis moans out, his sounds muffled by how hard he was biting on his hand, throwing his head back at how lewd your method to pleasure him was.

His eyes were teary and his cheeks were flushed, he looked as if he already got fucked by you even if you hadn't advanced that fast yet.

You grin, pressing on his erection with the heel of your shoe-- enjoying the way he stuttered, gripping onto your leg with his free hand.

A tap on the window stops you from admiring him longer, and Francis panics. He couldn't run out because it would be suspicious if the visitor were to see someone come from below your desk, he didn't want to spread rumours as well if someone recognized him.

So he just sat there, both hands covering his mouth.

Wait.. what were you doing?

Francis bites onto his hand, heart pulsing as he felt your shoe rub more against his dick, you were crazy! Why were you still continuing?!

You grinned, twirling your hair as you faced a doppelganger of one of the visitors, not even having to check the ID to know it was a doppelganger.

You had to admit, it sure mimicked the resident properly, but if it weren't for the real Francis already being below your desk, you would've let the doppelganger of Francis in, there were barely any differences as well.

"Oh? My appearance..? I don't quite follow.." The doppelganger muttered, trying to keep calm as he felt rage from how fast you figured out he was a doppelganger.

You were not only a pretty doorman but a smart one too, the doppelganger held back on transforming, wanting to see if he could still convince you that he was the real one.

You chuckle at the doppelganger's confused expression, adding a bit more pressure to your shoe as you pressed on Francis's erection, hearing a small moan come out of him.

The doppelganger's eyes widened, looking around as he was confused at where the noise came from.

What a shame, you'd so tease the real Francis using the doppelganger if only you weren't allowed to spread the fact that Doppelgangers existed.

"I'm sorry, but I don't quite think I can let you in."

You rang the DDD and let them handle the situation, completely forgetting about Francis beneath you, trembling at how much pressure he was receiving.

By the time you remembered about him, you were already finished with the doppelganger situation, seeing him all teary and red just from your shoe.

You laugh, lifting his face up as you stop rubbing your shoe against his dick, grinning at him with a new idea in mind.

"Let's start with the milking process now, shall we, Milkman? But first, why don't you eat me out first?"

You catch his flustered expression as he nodded, moving his hands all the way to your thighs as he got rid of your panties.

Francis moves closer to your pussy, licking on it as his eyes widened from the taste, it was much different than the milk he was used to.

You let out a breathy moan, spreading your legs wider as you felt Francis shove his tongue straight into you, eating you out as if he was a man that was starved for years.

His tongue flicks against your clit, and you let out a full moan, suddenly closing your thighs around Francis's head, he didn't seem to mind however.

"Shit... you sure know how to eat pussy.." You mumble, biting on your lip as you run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the sensation of his cold wet tongue.

Francis's hooked nose makes you moan as it pressed against your pussy because of how close he was.

You moan, throwing your head back when you feel Francis's tongue licking on your clit, lapping it up as if it was water.

Your grip on his hair tightens, clenching down on his tongue as you orgasmed.

Francis moans beneath you, the vibration running across your entire body making you shake and tremble.

You breathe out, your pussy pulsing while Francis explored your insides, eager to drink up all of your cum, not letting a single drop go to waste.

You pull Francis away from your dick, and your pussy twitches at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded, staring at you while his tongue and mouth were filled with your cum.

Francis smiles, and swallows your cum right in front of you, making you bite your lip from how aroused you were.

"We aren't done yet, Milkman." You grin.

But apparently the story is done! I hope you enjoyed the story, this is my second time writing smut :)

[lillithhearts]

Redeemed!Sir Pentious x Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Not proofread!

GN!Reader

Unestablished relationship, first meeting

The idea sounded.. Bizarre, people in hell wish to get better? Your shocked and confused face caught up to Emily as she laughed loudly before quickly shushing herself, clearing her throat.

You died decades ago and lived a good peaceful life in Heaven with friends, one of them being Emily! You over the years growing close to hyper Seraphim and being her first person to go to when something was on her mind; negative or Positive it didn't matter she'd drag you to a Café and talk your ear full. So imagine the surprise when she came to you a month ago talking about some Hotel in Hell, made to rehabilitate Sinners so they can enjoy life in Heaven.

"the princess of Hell, it was her idea!"

So not an actual sinner..got it alright suddenly it made a lot more sense but you wondered if such an outrageous plan was even possible.

A month later the same Seraphim you call your friend stands in front of you, an extremely nervous and wary snake looking guy fidgeting with his hands next to her.

"this! Is Sir Pentious, He's a rehabilitated sinner!"

Oh, OH! Your face lit up with excitement, sure you hadn't believed the plan would work but he's the living proof right in front of you and you almost snapped your head to him; your energy catching up to him as his eyes snapped to yours a nervous smile as he laughed and waved

"helloo.."

He held out a hand for you to shake, quite polite for a sinner, but you supposed he wasn't one any longer so you grabbed it and shook it; your cheeks aching from the smile you held, you wanted him to feel welcomed

"Y/N! Pleasure is all mine, Sir Pentious"

He laughed as he seemed to loosen up, the tension in his shoulders seemed to fade and his hood unflared, Your smile softening watching him; he was quite cute for someone who seemed to live in hell, his look seemed unique too, you quickly cleared your throat upon realizing you still held his hand; a nervous chuckle escaping your lips as you glued your hands to the sides of your body.

"oh please! Pentious is just fine—"

Without getting another word in Emily chimed in, pushing Pentious towards you and clapping

"I thought you two would get along! And he needs to get settled in so why don't you take him?"

You smirked and raised a brow, looking passed the now flustered Snake

"take, him?"

Emily nodded insistently with a huge smile on her face

"yeah! He needs to get used to heaven and I thought you'd be great for the job"

"isn't that your job"

The girl deadpanned at you,placing her hands on her hips while pouting, quietly begging you to say yes a smile and cheer coming from her as you sighed,giving in

"fine, But only this once because he seems like good company"

Pentious's hands were getting sweatier by the second, his panic shooting up as you grabbed his hand and dragging him away; before his eyes settled on the serene look on your face and the cheerful look of everything around him. This would be fine, he'd be fine, you looked nice, This will be fine.

He followed you around for the day, smiling from ear to ear

A/N : UGHHHH idk if I like this...... Anyway my baby sir pentious, do I make a pt2 with an established relationship???

[evilcowgirl]

Relationship Headcannons

pairings: arthur, charles, javier (x reader)

a/n: was thinking about these today while listening to fiona apple hope y'all enjoy !!

warnings: nsfw

Arthur

he has low self confidence and doesn't ever really feel worthy of your time or attention, so he'll never ask for it directly. still, you can tell when he's missing you because he's a bit obvious.

"Wha'cha doing sitting out here all by yourself?" "Oh nothin' you just seemed busy. . ." "You want some company?" "Only if you'll have me."

he's a bit distant physically most of the time, not because he isn't crazy about you but because thats how he's always been, but he loves when you initiate any kind of intimacy (kisses, soft touches, just wanting to be held) he always reciprocates

compliments are nearly almost met with either objection or you ending up undressed he has no medium !!

nearly goes insane over your safety, he never really thought you were fit for a group like this and wishes he could hide you away somewhere safe. he's the reason you're barely ever out on jobs. he likes knowing you're safe and waiting on him when you get back.

sometimes after a job or an outing he comes back even more brute than usual and that oftentimes means you two need to head back to his tent and be alone for a bit while he gets his mind clear.

sometimes pushes you away when he's stressed but you can see right through his rudeness. when he's upset you hold your ground until he gives in and tells you what's bothering you no matter what he says about wanting you to leave him be.

"I think you might know me better than myself darlin'."

Charles

his worst fear is scaring you, its the last thing he ever wants to do and he finds himself constantly checking that you're not frightened

after being on a job with him where you had to watch him do something rather intense he'd check up on you just to be sure

"You know I had to do that right? I didn't want to." , "I didn't want you seeing that." , "You're not scared are you?"

he loves when you sit on his lap. It makes him feel warm inside. he's really sweet like that and love's having your bodies close.

soft dom.

favorite thing in the world is to watch you ride him, it gets him off more than anything else to see you pleasuring yourself above him while he still has the control to set the pace.

he only really speaks when he has something to say and that's something you learn to understand. sometimes you can talk forever without him saying a word, just glances and nods. you know that that doesn't mean he isn't listening, in-fact he's the best listener you've ever met.

EXTREMELY flirty when he's drunk or even just tipsy. he's really good with his words and has you hiding your face from embarrassment at all the attention.

i think he likes thigh riding i don't have any reasoning for it but i'm right he loves it when you ride his thigh cause he thinks its cute.

he takes you out hunting for small things like rabbits and squirrels when you feel up to it. he congratulates you like you've just done the most incredible thing ever during it. he likes to pick you up in a "yass u did it !!!" type of way and it makes you swoon.

Javier

he compliments you in the most beautiful ways and you wonder where he learned to talk to women because jesus christ !!

he has tons of stories and it feels like he's lived 1000 more lives than you. even with everything he's been through he still has a young soul and you find that endearing.

he gets a weird sense of pride teaching you things (and not just survival related things hes lowkey a freak)

he's really attached to his clothes, they're like an extension on him and so naturally he only trusts you to clean them.

he has a knife kink, this is basically cannon. he'd never force something like that on you if you weren't into it but he'd try to introduce it to you in the most non threatening way possible.

"It's just my knife, see? Yeah see? There's nothing to be scared of, have I ever hurt you?"

he comes to you with all of his worries whether they're something you two can laugh off together or something more serious. he trusts you with his emotions more than anyone else and he was more of them than he lets on. he likes to lay his head down in your lap while you play with his hair. it's the easiest way to get him talking about whatever's on his mind.

he's possessive and jealous just about to to a fault. he all but brags about you being his to anyone who will listen, not only because you're beautiful but because he's genuinely so proud of you. the less heartwarming side of this is the possessiveness that comes with it, if he even has an inkling that another man has interest in you he doesn't hesitate to press a revolver to them or his knife to their throat.

"hate" sex. he likes to really get the point across that you're his to you and everyone else. he leaves hickies and bruises that ache and last for days when he's done with you.

he's got a soft spot for you that he's not afraid to show to the rest of the gang, kissing you up against trees or clasping hands with you regardless who's watching.

[nocturnest]

okay why i am i OBSSESSED with ur works. Just had an idea. Maybe assassin reader is usually the sunshine golden retriever and tan is usually grumpy black cat vibes but when reader gets angry or is upset/ annoyed, tan turns into sunshine character cuz he doesn't like seeing reader upset and they switch roles for a minute. I kinda love the slow burn so i feel this dynamic is before and after they get together. idm if u do hcs for this. Loving ur writing atm :)))))

@12johnwick897 thank you so much for your kind words! love your support, my dear friend and i hope that you enjoy! feel free to send as many requests as you'd like! buckle up guys lol!

tangerine x golden retriever assassin reader headcanons:

tangerine is known to be extremely hot-headed and when he gets particularly angry, there is very little one can do to calm him down - somehow, though - your presence, your touch, and your voice all calm him down

if he's arguing with someone while on a mission, you'll put your hand on his shoulder and squeeze it gently, giving him a smile

he'll turn to you, brows furrowed and scowling, but his expression will soften and he'll become much more level-headed

you'll hold his hand too - the first time it happened he was cursing left and right, threatening the life out of someone. he didn't even realize your hand clasping his at first and when he does he becomes flustered and the anger just simmers out of him (i'm tempted to write a fic just for this scene 🤫)

from then on, he's much more open and vulnerable, going out of his way to seek your touch - whether it's the squeeze of your hand or the weight of your palm against his back

lemon catches on straight away and gives extremely knowing looks to tangerine, which you are oblivious to

lemon would be like "something to share with the class, tan? to which tangerine would merely reply with a "piss off..." and you would sigh thinking that they're just brothers being brothers

of course, you feel something beyond friendship for tangerine - you've always been drawn to him and felt something inexplicable for him; but, you're content with continuing this little dance of affection for fear of ruining your friendship if he doesn't feel the same (but of course he does)

now, you were usually his sunshine - you're like the light of his life, always hopeful, always positive. but every now and then, even you get upset.

the first time tangerine sees you truly, truly angry is when you two come across another assassin after the same job as the both of you; the assassin makes some comment about one of your prior friends

she and you had joined the agency at the same time, becoming assassins at a very young age. the two of you were inseparable until she had been killed on a mission. her death was a sore spot for you.

this assassin you faced had been her ex-boyfriend and a rather terrible one at that - he admitted with pleasure that he had been the one to kill her

with that one comment, your happy demeanor fades and you become a complete force to be reckoned with; you're beating this guy up before tangerine can even reach for his knuckle dusters

by the end of it, when the assassin's a bloody pile of a mess, tangerine is filled with a sense of awe but his heart also aches for you

he wishes to comfort you so he takes his hand into yours and doesn't let go. not even while he's driving back to the safe house after the mission, not when you get inside.

you're unbelievably silent and tangerine can make out the mixture of fury and sadness in your teary eyes. he takes you into his arms as if you're the only precious thing in this world and you fall apart. you're kenning, sobbing - you're mourning for someone you practically considered your sister

he understands the pain and runs his ringed hands down your back - you're holding him like you never want to let him go and he lets you; he wants to be there for you - always

when you've calmed down, he looks down at you and hesitates. even though you've been crying, tangerine thinks you look so beautiful. he fights the urge to kiss you right then and there and instead places a kiss on your forehead.

from then on, tangerine considers it his mission to ensure that whenever you're upset, he makes sure to be extra soft and caring with you - in a way that he's not with anyone else, not even lemon.

of course, he's still the same - easily infuriated and curses like a madman but you're there to calm him down and he's more thankful than ever for your presence.

things have changed though since that night when you got upset. tangerine has started to look at you differently - you'd find him gazing at you for a few seconds too long and when he'd look away, clearing his throat, you swore his face was slightly flushed.

lemon was beyond frustrated. he could tell- clear as day - that you were already in love with tangerine. similarly, he watched his brother long for you, fall in love with you.

how could both of you be so oblivious?

things changed on the bullet train. the tension between you and tangerine was palpable - so much so that even ladybug could sense it.

ladybug and maria start a bet on when you both will get together when he finds out that you and tan aren't together yet

ladybug only referring to tangerine as your "boyfriend" which irked you beyond belief - probably only because it upset you that it wasn't true

when ladybug and tan are fighting, ladybug would be like "woman, calm your psycho boyfriend down!" or "this is the same man i saw practically cuddling you when i walked past you earlier?!" or " i know a great therapist for couples' therapy, if that's something you'd be interested in"

when tan gets pushed off the train, you were furious at ladybug and terrified for tangerine. you definitely beat the shit out of ladybug before he managed to slip away.

when you bump into tangerine again after he makes his way back onto the train, you're in shock and then so thankful - you jump into his arms and hug him, tears in your eyes.

you thought you and lemon were going to die on this godforsaken train, leaving tangerine completely alone in this world.

and he's beautiful, even when he's all bloody and covered in broken glass. you can't help but notice that to the point that you realize you're just staring at him in silence.

he's looking at you with so much longing in his eyes and he leans toward you, his forehead against yours, and asks, "can i kiss you?"

you happily oblige and one thing leads to another - maybe a trip to the train bathroom for something a little more 😉

then you and him find lemon, who's thankfully still alive, but not without scaring the fuck out of you and tangerine at first when he practically arises from the dead.

then, the three of you decide to hop of the train - with or without ladybug, who - if he came along - would be thrilled to have won the bet over maria and would call her gleefully.

tangerine would be annoyed as hell by ladybug's antics but secretly thrilled because tan ended up with you in the end

and as your relationship continues to develop, you'll always be there to calm tangerine down with a simple touch and he'll do the same when you're upset

but he doesn't only become completely soft for you because he doesn't like to see you cry - it's because he realizes that you make him want to be a better person - you complete him.

AHH hope you guys enjoyed this and sorry it was so long!

@kpopgirlbtssvt @little-miss-dilf-lover @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @j23r23 @spookyspecterino @liukangsgirl @azureseacloud

[saiidahyunie]

hi! I really love your posts 💓 could I request a Sana as your girlfriend headcanon?

hiiiiii thank you sm i try to be interesting on here >.<

i think for headcannons i would write up a drabble but since this is more of a 'what they would do' sort of thing i think it's better for me to list the things out that sana or anyone from twice would do in a relationship so here we go :3

sana's duality scares me she could be top or bottom it's unpredictable

--

sana's safe side:

quite a straightforward relationship

sana won’t be the type to waste her time with you

will very quickly let you know how she expects the relationship to progress etc.

a lot of her time will be spent trying to find out everything possible about you

believes that is the best way to show interest in someone

and whatever you let her in on, expect her to use it in the future

tell her your favorite meal? expect her to try and cook it for you on bad days

it probably won’t turn out well but it’s the thought that counts

mention a specific place you want to travel to? she’ll book the tickets

extremely clingy

so if you’re not into that, learn to get used to it or move on

because she is RELENTLESS

but in reality, it’s actually a bit of a coping mechanism for her

if she’s stressed or worried about something

you must hold her close and reassure her things will be fine

has a bit of a thing for nuzzling her forehead into your neck

that same clinginess will lead to a few jealous moments

and she won’t hesitate to let you know when she doesn’t like the way someone is eyeing you up

thus will become even more clingy than usual to show them you’re together

loves to send you cute texts whenever she’s away that she hopes brightens your day

“i found this flower and it reminded me of you”

the true test in your relationship will come when you’re introduced to her parents

it’s important to her for both sides to understand each other and get along

and she respects their opinion so it means a lot to her to see you trying so hard around them

tries her best to be romantic too

enjoys writing the words “i love you” rather than saying it too often

she thinks it loses it’s meaning if you throw it around all of the time

and she’ll love it if you keep her little notes

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sana's crazy side:

life in the bedroom depends entirely on her mood

can either be the biggest pillow princess when she’s grumpy

and expects you to just go to work and give her everything she wants

very demanding about it too just so she can keep a bit of control

or the most dominant and giving person alive

and like her clinginess she’s relentless

the type to want to have sex on every single surface possible

when she’s in this type of mood do not even dare try to pleasure yourself

that is a job just for her and may get a bit offended if you do try to

massive hand fetish thus fingering is a huge turn-on for her

LOVES to tease ALL of the time

especially in social settings when she knows you can’t do much about it

likely will progress this into the two of you having sex in public at some point

highkey likes the thrill of potentially being caught

but if you ever are she may be too spooked to do it again

absolutely has sent you numerous nude photos from backstage areas

“bet you wish you were here right now”

quite loud and expects you to be the same

again, will be a bit offended if not

not easily put off by new things being introduced to your sex life

loves orgasm control, and wax play (giving)

but toys are usually reserved for her receiving which includes impact play and bondage

she prefers pleasuring you herself

but doesn’t mind you using extras on her if you wish to

bit of a masochist

doesn’t mind role-playing but likes to remind you she’s in control

overall an experimental relationship

aftercare will be spent bathing together as she holds you in her arms

[leggerefiore]

cw: 18+ content, oral sex, CEO au, short

summary: You give CEO Ingo a blow job on his lunch. He gets extremely flustered by this.

Minors DNI

Ingo pressed his hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape him. Pleasure surged hotly through his veins as he desperately parsed his hand through your hair. You knelt between his legs with a playful grin, his silky suit bottoms cool against your heated skin.

It felt terrible to do this in his office, yet he knew the door was locked and the worst that could happen was someone hearing a moan while standing outside it. Ingo just wanted to believe he was above the vices his brother buried himself in. This was apparently incorrect. Even using his most terrifying and demanding businessman voice had not set you off from your goals. He felt like a terrible boss, using his assistant in such a manner.

You still looked smug as your mouth closed around his exposed cock head, making direct eye contact with the flustered CEO. His power and authority always went right out the window when it came to sex. All that mattered then was your own pleasure. Of course, while you enjoyed receiving, returning the favour back to Ingo was also a delight.

Your tongue teased his glans as a muffled moan escaped his throat. The stiffened expression he wore loosened into one with closed eyes and hanging open mouth. His signature frown may have remained, but the pleasure was apparent. The moist warmth of your mouth made his toes curl in his loafers.

“D-dearest,” he made sure to say the word as quietly as he could, “It's too much…” You felt more playful after that and reached a hand to grasp around his shaft that could not fit into your mouth. Pumping it, you could feel it throb heavily under your touch. You continued you pleasure the tip of his dick with a well-understood skill and even brought your other hand to mess with his balls. Tears burned Ingo's eyes after that, his heart racing even faster in his chest.

“… I don't want to cum in your mouth,” he whimpered, “That's completely improper.” You wondered if he realised everything about this situation could be filed under “improper.” Taking his cock from your mouth, you stared up at him with a look of disbelief.

“Ingo, I want you to,” you told him, “It's your break, who cares about properness?” He averted his eyes from your own at your words. He was always so nervous about sexual things. It made him cute, but at the same, you wished he could be more honest with himself and you. You tightened your grip around his cock, earning you a strange, deep squeaking sound. “Just let yourself feel good for now,” you gave him a sweet smile before licking a stripe up his length.

Another groan escaped from him as you returned your head to its previous action. Ingo let out a held breath and decided to head your words. Everything did feel wonderful, and he did enjoy doing these things with you. A few more strokes from your hand and movements with your tongue sent him over the edge. The older twin cumming easily. You held back a laugh at the loud pleasured sound that came from him as he did.

Swallowing down his cum, you pulled yourself away from his dick to meet him at eye level. His face was bright red as he refused to make contact with you. A sigh came from you as you moved to sit in his lap. Resting your forehead to his, you spoke again, “… Can we go a little further, now?” He swallowed.

“… I suppose we still have to time,” Ingo managed to get out, “If you truly want to, my love.” You grinned brightly as you straddled him.

Needless to say, some poor employee certainly heard the sounds you helped extract from the CEO.

[dduane]

Hi! I really like Scrappy, and I heard you've worked with some TV writers for Scooby-Doo?

I'd like to ask you some questions, but before I do I wanna say some things:

In fact, I looked up the writer’s guild stats and you actually wrote some of the episodes for the original show he was on, as well as some shorts!  “Neon Phantom of the Roller Disco” and “When You Wish Upon a Star Creature” are both really solid episodes and a lot of people really enjoy the Star Creature’s futuristic design! Of the shorts episodes you did I think "A Bungle in The Jungle" and "A Close Encounter of the Scooby Kind" and "Surprised Spies" the funniest. I could go on! But then I would never finish this ask ^^;

And I gotta tell you this. I may have been born decades after those episodes aired, but I’ve seen every single one-the first season, the 99 shorts, the 13 ghosts, the New Scooby Doo Mysteries, the DTV trio, all of ‘em, and I absolutely adored them, thank you so much for helping with that. 

When Fred and Velma and Daphne disappeared, after 1979, did Scrappy have something to do with it? I know Duane Poole said in an interview that Scrappy was easier to focus on, and that Fred and Velma, and Daphne had a hard time competing with his energy or something, but the executives wouldn’t have thrown all their eggs into one basket with the pup after one season, would they? I have to know. Even if it turns out that’s what happened, I know that it’s not really Scrappy’s fault either way, I’m just curious.

I've heard from Mr. Poole's interview that when you were figuring out Scrappy and stuff you guys just gathered around and brainstormed with Joe Barbera. Did you or anyone else that you know of look to past ideas for inspiration?

What was the favorite episode you wrote?

I also heard from Mark Evanier’s account that Scrappy was originally feistier but some scripts were altered. How were the scripts changed before and after that alteration?

Also, in the nineties, why did Scrappy go away? I mean, I know some people didn't like him, but it was more just "he had his time" not the kinda hate you saw in the early 2000s right?

This is un-Scrappy related. Did you guys do your own blocking, did anyone at HB ever split the writing and blocking between multiple people? Just curious.

Also, I know that the original Scrappy series gets some hate, but I am not one of them and there are so many people who love the work you did and what Scrappy-Doo means to them. You guys did an awesome job with the series and there are tons of fans who still remember and cherish the work that you and the others did. Don’t let the haters get you down. Thank you SO SO SO SO MUCH!

First of all, thanks very much for your kind words! The work I did on Scooby-Doo And Scrappy Too! was my very first animation work, and besides being a shed-load of fun, I learned an incredible amount about screenwriting in general, and animation writing in particular, from Tom Swale and Duane Poole (God rest them both). They were fabulous teachers, patient and smart—a pleasure to work with, and (in between work times) extremely funny guys whose senses of humor meshed perfectly with mine.

About Fred, Velma, and Daphne disappearing post-1979: unfortunately I wouldn't be in any position to know whether Scrappy had anything to do with that. I'd very much have been the newest and most junior writer in the room (and we're talking about a time when there weren't even "rooms" as we think of them now: they hadn't been invented yet). But though their job title was "story editor", in terms of the work they were doing, Tom and Duane were what we would now think of as showrunners... and those deliberations and/or decisions wouldn't by any stretch of the imagination have included me. :)

It's interesting to hear what Duane had to say about the disappearance. But I feel pretty sure that a decision involving so many characters would not have been made solely at Tom's and Duane's level. Some kind of approval or signing-off would've had to happen at the highest executive levels at H-B... or at least that's my take on it.

As for brainstorming with Joe Barbera: it seems to me quite likely that that was just how things happened. Hanna-Barbera at that point was a surprisingly comfortable, casual kind of place—relatively friendly to newcomers, and with a sense of under-the-surface goofiness that tended to surface without warning. The founders, in particular, had a reputation for being very hands-on and accessible. I kind of regret that those brainstorming sessions were before my time.

Re: favorite episodes: you'll have gathered that I did a fair amount of writing for Tom and Duane over the years (there's more detail on my IMDb page, which fills in some gaps but still isn't complete...), so frankly it's hard to pick a favorite. But the first one I tend to think of is my very first one, "The Hairy Scare of the Devil-Bear". ...And honestly, one of the funniest things about the scriptwriting process on these was the business of crafting outlandish titles: the goofier, the better. Tom and Duane were past masters at this... and no one will ever get me to discuss the really dirty ones that were floated during story conferences. ...Anyway, I've always been a bit of a Tuckerizer, and in that first episode—though it wasn't anywhere near as polished as later episodes would be—I had so much fun sneaking in the very first of what would become any number of friends' names. A simple pleasure, perhaps. But hey, I'm a cheap date. :)

Re: Mark Evanier's comments about earlier Scrappy scripts: Mark had been working at H-B for a good while by the time I got there, and I'd consider his opinions important. But I've got no useful data on how scripts might have been changed before I got there. Sorry I can't be of more help on this.

As to why Scrappy might have gone away in the 90s….? I don't really have any useful data on that either. By that time, I was in the early stages of being married to @petermorwood and living in Europe, and was out of the loop on things that were going on at Hanna-Barbera.

Finally, as regards blocking: when one was writing animation in the 80s, the received wisdom was that one should write almost entirely in "master shots"—so that one didn't call specific angles in the screenplay unless they were extremely important. The idea being "Don't direct in the script. Let the director have something to do." And blocking would certainly have been included in the concept of what the director was supposed to be doing. ...But at the same time, story editors would naturally have seen the storyboards that were produced in-house, and would have had input into angles and camera movement at that stage… So, in that way anyway, blocking and writing were certainly split.

Meanwhile, thanks again for the nice words about what we were doing! It was very enjoyable work, and the continuing popularity of these shows makes it more enjoyable, even now. :)

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Oh goodness, I would like a continuation of the Leshy story 👉👈

Yes, yes, my first nsfw piece! This was a delight to write, so if anyone wants some more nsfw stories let me know, yo. This is a nsfw continuation of this story, but it can be read by itself.

Warnings: NSFW, tentacle dicky, Cunnilingus, slight size play if you squint

You lay on the silk bedding, breathing shaky and legs trembling, and you look your lover in the eyes. Your main robe is gently laying around you, pooling around your sides, the inner robes are halfway undone to show your lower under garments. You can’t believe this was happening! After years of fantasizing about your betroth it was finally happening.

You feel a large hand on your knee, surprising you out of your thoughts. “Do you still want to continue, my darling love? We can stop when and if you wish.” he said with a gentle voice, rubbing your knee as an affirming gesture. You suck a breath in as his hand goes just above your knee, embarrassed that you are so sensitive. You are sure he noticed but kept the teasing to himself as he smiled. “Y-yes, I do very much want to continue... But can you be gentle? I’ve never really done this before with someone else...” You say lowly, as if someone else might hear your confession.

“Ah, no worries. Intimate activities such as this should be taken slow to start, it would be no fun to see my betrothed in pain or unwilling in such an act.” You smile as you feel the hand on your leg move up it, making you twitch gently as it creeped up to finish opening your inner robes. His other leafy hand joined it to finish the job, the robe opening to meet its fellow robes at your sides. A hand moves to the middle of your shoulder blades to help you free your arms from the robes, leaving you almost bare in front of the god of chaos.

You blush, feeling your heart race as his hands make it to your chest. Gently massaging your sides, lowering his head to experimentally lick your nipples. You gasp as one of your hands flies up to hold one of the branches coming out of his head for support. He has told you in the past he has little feeling for them, as they are more akin to hair than an extremity, so you figure he wouldn’t mind. He latches on to the left side, sucking it like it was a delicacy.

Your mind goes blank, the feelings you are experiencing are all going south bound. Soft moans are all you can vocalize now, feeling like this from another’s hands was such a different experience you had never felt before. Leshy moves to the right side, looking up to you to see your eyes closed and a hard flush spreading over your face.

You feel him leave your chest, looking up to your face with a sultry look. “(Y/N), do you trust me?” You pause for a moment, not sure where he is going with this question. But you agree that you trust him with your life. “Good, good… tell me if this is too much for you then.” He slowly pulls down your drawers, leaving you fully bare for him to see. You can’t help but feel like an offering, laid out bare before your god and willing to whatever his heart desires with you.

And that he does, as he lifts you to his face. You feel his breath fanning over your crotch and shutter, laying back onto the hand supporting you. He teases you, kissing up your thigh from your knee as your breathing gets heavier. You have a good idea of what is to come, and the anticipation is only heating you up more and more. Then without warning, a kiss makes contact, then a delicate lick from the tongue that leaves black saliva in its wake.

You squeak, getting used to the feeling. But soon you are a mess, your mind going blank as pleasure consumes you. You open your eyes to look at Leshy to see him staring you down with a look of love and lust. It was obvious he was also enjoying himself, light moans leaving him as the vibrations go to you. He goes faster with the eye contact, leaving you to feel the climbing sensation of being close. But as soon as you notice it, it has already come to a point as you come hard.

You see stars as you try to even out your breathing, feeling yourself being laid on the bed. Feeling the bed dip, you look over to see Leshy laying next to you. He pulls you close as you recuperate for a moment. “How was that for you, my dear?” he asked causally. “Amazing, was I supposed to do m-more? Like I said be at the woods I’ve never done this before, and-“ You are cut off by a sweet kiss to your forehead, “No need to do more than enjoy yourself, my delicious flower. Do you wish too officially consummate our future marriage?” It’s only said in a whisper, but it was enough to get you going again. “Yes, I would... Could we have our wedding soon then? I always thought a summer wedding would be the best in Darkwood.” You smiled as you sat up to look over his laying form.

He giggles as he sits up, bringing you to sit on his knees. “I could never say no to you, my betrothed. But for now, I think something of mine would like to meet you.” You suddenly take note of the wiggling happening under his robes. ‘I guess my curiosity is finally going to be… satisfied.’ You think, feeling like a pervert while giggling. You move your hand to the robes and open them, eyes widening to see the big appendage. It was almost like a tentacle, but was the color of a dark mahogany, with a black fluid coming from the tapered tip.

You watch it as to moves to your outreached hand, trying to find its intended target. Leshy leads his head back with a sign, obviously enjoying the attention. “H-how will we get it in? I don’t know what position will be the best. I’m a little bit intimidated by your friend here.” You say, not taking your eyes off the smooth and firm friend in your hand. “Hmm, well if you sit on it on my lap, it would be you setting the pace of my entrance into you, my little darling.” He says with a purr, looking down with a searing look of lust.

You shake your head in agreement, shimming up his lap as he pulls you close. You can smell his scent, a fresh evergreen forest and damp dirt. You relax as you hug him under his robes, letting him line himself with your entrance. It’s a bit chilly on first contact, but with the lubrication provided by it and yourself it starts to go in slowly. You feel some discomfort, but you know it will pass as you lower yourself at your own pace.

You moan as it wiggles inside you, it was like it was mapping out every sensitive part you had inside of you. You signal that you are in as much as you can take, and he leans down to whisper to you again. “You feel so lovely, it’s almost devilish, my dear. Do tell me if I am too rough with you, my love.”

It was then you knew you were in for a long night, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[distant-screaming]

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thank you for the tag @idletype <333 I love procrastinating and doing fun silly activities instead :)

do you make your bed? no 😔 I don't have time for it in the morning and then the next time I see it I just collapse into it. occasionally on weekends I will but that's just so I can fool myself into thinking I'm organized

what's your favourite number? 9!

what is your job? UNEMPLOYMENT‼️‼️‼️

if you could go back to school, would you? brother I am already here 🫡 but yeah I enjoy it for the most part

can you parallel park? legally yes. in actuality, probably, but I do my level best not to

a job you had that would surprise people? I technically work as a part time graphic designer for a non profit organization? I don't know if that's surprising though

do you think aliens are real? sure, in the way I believe in ghosts. I don't necessarily think they're real, but I don't think they're not real either. schrodinger's belief

can you drive a manual car? I can barely drive an automatic your honor

what's your guilty pleasure? as anyone who follows me knows I have zero sense of shame and/or guilt in terms of my interest hsjfjsjfjv. probably something like really badly written romance fantasy isekai manwhas?

tattoos? I wish!!! unfortunately I am like soooo anemic

favorite color? you know, I don't actually know, because one time I said it was purple and now like every other thing I own is purple but I don't know if it's actually my favorite??

favorite type of music? literally anything. usually it depends on my mood, the day of the week, the alignment of the sun, the current number of turtles on beaches, th

do you like puzzles? SO much <33 all kinds

any phobias? no phobias 🫡 I Really dislike interacting with critters and/or bugs though sorry lil guys

favorite childhood sport? HAHAHAHA um extreme speed reading? but if I had to choose probably badminton

do you talk to yourself? rarely, but I do have an internal monologue when I'm not distracting my brain with ten million stimulation

what movies do you adore? I don't watch movies much, but my neighbour totoro is <333

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 1

Summary:  Charles likes watching you

Pairings:  Ghost!Charles Blackwood X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, female masturbation, sex with a ghost, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, breeding kink, possessive kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  860

A/N: If you read last years Spectrophilia one shot, this chapter isn’t necessary, but it is setting the scene

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You got so lucky when the Blackwood manor came on the market.  A beautiful estate that had been left abandoned.  Sure, there was minor things that needed to be fixed, but as your dad would say, ‘Lipstick and rouge, sweetheart.’  While it would take time, it would be worth it.

The first day you spent mostly just cleaning up a bedroom for you to sleep in.  Removing the sheets off the furniture and walls, uncovering a portrait of an extremely handsome man.  Charles Blackwood carved at the bottom.  “Well, Charles.  Looks like it’s just me and you now,” you talk to the painting.  “Just don’t stare at me as I change handsome.”

You continue to clean up, feeling like you’re being watched.  You twist around quickly, the painting the only eyes you see, “I told you not to stare at me, Charles.  Or should I call you Charlie?”  a chill runs up your spine, and you assume it’s best to keep him at Charles.  

Finishing up the bedroom, you decide it’s time to bathe.  “Listen, sir, I’m going to take a bath, so I need you to stay here.  Are we clear?” of course the stupid thing isn’t going to answer.  It’s just a painting.  Walking into the bathroom you settle into the claw bathtub, dreaming of how grand this house must have been in its glory days.  

When you walk back into the room, that painting is still demanding on your attention, “Alright sugar.  I’ve got to sleep.  You’ll watch over me though, right?  God, I’m so lonely I’m talking to a fucking painting.  You are quite attractive though, Charles.  Well goodnight.”

You wake up at 3:00am, your hands massaging at your entrance, and you look up at Charles.  “Did you do this to me?” you ask, already panting.  “Might as well make the most of it.”

You continue to stimulate yourself.  Your fingers creating soft circles on your clit, “Waiting for that slow buildup,” you tell your painting friend.  Sliding down two fingers you enter them into your tight hole.  Pumping them in and out, and heating yourself up even more.  “I wish it was your fingers, handsome.”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

You gasp looking over on the other side of the room, Charles in all his copper haired glory.  “What?”

“You saw me watching you.  Talked to me all day.  Started touching yourself to my image, and now you’ve invited me to finish the job.”

“There’s no way…did you not die?  And how do you still look like that?”

“Shh…can I not just take care of you?” he asks, taking off his clothes and you gulp seeing just how chiseled he actually is.  “Well, princess, you gonna let me take care of you?  Or at least pull the covers down so I can see how wet I make that cunt.”

You nod your head, opening up the blankets to allow him in.  A chill surrounds him, and you just know you’re dreaming.  Falling asleep from pleasuring yourself.  “I’m just gonna enjoy it.”

“And I’ll make sure you do.”

His almost translucent body crawling over your own, and the chill from him makes you shiver, “You get used it,” he tells you, his lips kissing all over your body.  The way he makes you feel, mixed with the chill every time he touches you makes your hairs stand on end.  “It’s been so long, princess.  Do I get to keep you?”

“Yes, as long as you make me feel this good,” your body already giving into him.

He gives you an evil grin, “This is nothing,” his hands adjust your body, spreading your thighs further apart.  His hand roams through your folds, “Already ready for me.  You’re just as lonely and horny as me, huh?”

“Yes, Charles just fuck me.”

A darkness creeps over his eyes, “Be polite.  Ladies don’t say fuck.”

“Please, Charles, I need you.”

He eases his icy cock through you, you’re crippled with pleasure.  Mewling with every inch into your body, and when he bottoms out, he removes himself quickly, only to slowly enter back in.  Driving you crazy with all the senses he’s making your body feel.  Every part of you wants to scream the nastiest profanities, but you fear Charles would halt his movements.  So you just allow yourself to make those sweet sounds.

Charles body trembles when he feels your walls flutter.  “Princess,” his voice begs.  Your fingers assist him by stimulating your clit.  Racing for your release, and when your close, you pull Charles down for a spine-tingling kiss.  Feeling warmth for the first time since he’s been near you.  “Ghosts do that?”

“Only for you, princess.  Now get some sleep.  You’ll need it for when you’re carrying my child,” you don’t hear the last part.  You were barely awake as it was.  A fever dream of a ghostly Charles fucking into you.  But he knows better.  He’s keeping you.  Keeping you here, and keeping you nice and round with his hybrid babies.  “I’ll keep you forever princess.”

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It’d been two weeks since their breakup— if you even classify it as one.

Their relationship wasn’t always so bad. Taehyung did everything to make sure she was happy, well taken care of and she the same for him. But after a while she started to feel, well lonely.

His job became a center focus in his life, prompting them to get into little arguments of over the smallest things. Such as not answering her texts on time, or who left a pile of dishes in the sink, why weren’t they having enough sex (which according to her, definitely was more than once a week.) Well once she finally had enough and got tired of the constant bickering between her and her man, _____ packed up her belongings out of his apartment and into one of her own.

As of late, she’s been enjoying being single, cumming and going as she pleases.

“So I really enjoyed my time with you tonight. Do I have the pleasure of possibly seeing you again?” Standing outside at the bottom of her townhouse steps, ___ and her newest interest Jay standing a few inches apart from each other’s lips, the sun setting over the both of them.

Now don’t get her wrong, Jay was dazzling handsome. Had a body for days, but in her mind all she could do is compare and contrast how he was to Taehyung. It was extremely exhausting. “Literally it’s only been two weeks and I’m missing Taehyung like crazy!’

“You just might.” She smiled licking her lips slightly before he moved in for a kiss.

“Mhm, you better call me.” he whispered as her tongue entered his mouth just a little

“Maybe I will, Maybe I won’t.” She chuckled a bit pushing him back against his chest before she heading up her steps wishing him a good night.

Kicking off the white Manolo Blahnik’s her ex bought for her, she headed towards her kitchen pouring her a glass of her favorite white wine. Her phone starts ringing as makes her way out the fridge bottle in hand.

“Hello?” She asks picking up not even caring to check the caller ID.

“So you’re moving on and didn’t think to tell me?’ Taehyung’s voice now clearly irritated booms through her speaker, causing her to roll her eyes a bit.

“Well excuse the fuck out of me if I’m causing you any inconvenience tonight.--”

“Yes excuse you. You have some fucking nerve calling me trying to yell at me over something that is not your concern anymore.”

“Since when do you and what your doing not concern me?”

“Since work became your fucking life TAE! You were always working and always tired and angry, I tried my hardest to be supportive I did, but you don’t get to neglect me and do this. You weren’t the man I fell for!”

“______ I tried to apologize for the longest time now. I know I wasn’t around like I should’ve been.”

“Well, it’s too late now.”

“Why is it too late?”

“Because we’ve been like this for a while now Taehyung and I’m not gonna allow myself back in a situation where I have to compete for your time.”, ____ finds her way into her bedroom, wine now forgotten as she  strips out her clothing from earlier crashing down on her bed. “Plus I’m sure you’re out there fucking ‘who knows what’, so stop worrying about what I’m doing and focus on yourself.”

She hangs up whining out loud, face buried in her pillow drifting off to sleep.

Sometime around midnight, _____ awakes to the sound of incessant banging on her front door.

“What the f--.” as she grabs the brown silk robe off her vanity and saunters down the hall, the banging gets louder, annoying her even more. “Okay... can I get the freaking door damn.”

“Open it up then.” Instantly annoyed, she unlocks it and snatches it open. Closing and locking it up behind her, she turns and leans against it, crossing her arms over her chest, her cleavage spilling out from underneath the poorly tied robe.

Taehyung stands a few steps away, giving the hardest glare of her life. “How may I help you sir?” she asks annoyed at her ex boyfriend who now stood on her front steps

“You wanna help me understand why you hung up on me? You know I hate that shit.”

“You’re such a freaking baby. I didn’t care enough to argue on the phone with you anymore about why you were such a shit boyfriend and what made you decide that I wasn’t relevant enough in your life. I moved on, I don’t care anymore. You should too, quit--”

“WHAT?” Taehyung begins to cut her off. Not wanting to hear whatever bullshit that was starting to come out her mouth.

“--quit!, calling me and harassing me about who I’m seeing and who I’m doing.” His eyebrow raising at her last sentence

“Oh so that’s why you’ve been hanging up on me? You have some new boy toy fucking what’s mine and forgot, huh?” Walking up to her, now just a few inches from her face.

“I’m not gonna wait around forever Taehyung. You know that. I’ve got needs and you weren’t fulfilling them. Where’s your roster of chicks at?’

“You think I’m just out here fucking? That’s all I’m good for?” He questions her, his nostrils flaring a bit, the tiny moles on his face she loves so much scrunching up every time he made a face

“That’s how you use to be, isn’t that how I got you in the first place? Who says that it change?”

“Me!” He yells pointing towards his chest.  “The fuck is wrong with you? Stop acting like I wasn’t committed to you the moment we slept together.”

“You’re what’s wrong with me. I freaking hate you...” she yells pushing him back. He grips her wrist, stepping forward again, this time a lot closer to her face

“You need your attitude fixed.’

“Then fix it.”

A thick sticky cloud of lust surrounds the two bodies inside their bedroom. Pants, moans, and grunts compete again the slapping sound of their skin.

“Fuuuuuck-- you feel so good, daddy,” she moans, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth again

“Wet ass pussy.... I should fucking kill you.: He grunts, wrapping his large hands around her neck, thrusting deeper into her.

“Aghhh!! I’m sorry.”

Shut up! Now you wanna be sorry huh?” Her hand reaching back to press on his stomach, as he begins to pound harder on her cervix

“Oh fuck I’m gonna come daddy. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum on this dick.” Her body jumps twice, while her swollen lips allow her to continue the praises

“Come here,” Pulling her up by her hair, his thrust picking up speed, her mouth now hanging wide open drooling slipping down her lips and onto her breast

“Your new guy gave it to you like this?

‘Noooo....” she whined out quietly, making him tighten his grip from around her neck even more

“I can’t hear you baby.... wanna say it for daddy again.” He grunts dipping his hips into hers

“No! Daddy no!.”

“He ever make you cum like I do?”

“No-- mmm.” she whines out gripping the arm of the hand which sat around her neck

“Then why the fuck do you keep taunting me huh? You just love fucking playing with me huh baby?” Moving his hand to her chin, he speeds his thrust even more, the clapping of his balls slapping against her clit sends her eyes rolling back

“I’m not playiiiiingg-- ugh-unh-uuu!,” her fingers grip onto the foot board form dear life

“I’m sorry daddy... unh! Fuck I’m sorry.” she cries,, another orgasm building in her gut

“You sorry huh?”

“Yessssss!!!!!”

“You sorry for what? Giving Daddy’s pussy away?” Her eyes rolling back again from the filth coming out of Taehyung’s mouth and the way he hammered his thick cock into her pussy.

“Fuccckk yesss...” she whined

“For telling daddy how much you hate him?” He emphasizes this pained question with a rough stroke, sending a scream through her

“I didn’t mean it, Daddy. Fuck--, I love this dick!” Her head falling forward as Taehyung spreads her ass apart watching as her cum stuck to base of his dick drenching his pubic hair and thighs

“Babyyyyy-- ugn- I love this dick, babyy!--- I love you!” the truth leaving her lips as every once of self control left her body

“I love your bratty ass too, Come fuck yourself back on Daddy. I  know you got another one in you.” She bounces back on his lap, feeling him throb against her

“Feels so good daddy mm!” One hand grips his forearm while the other searches for something to latch on to

“You gonna ccome again baby?” He taunts in her ear, slowly dragging his girth in and out of her wet pussy

“Ffffu--” her eyes roll back as her peak begins to come again

“Talk to me baby.”

“Yes! Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Her body lunges forward as her arousal drips her leg, she reaches behind her pulling him closer.

“Don’t st-stop.” her top half goes completely limp against the bed, giving him more leverage to pound in her without a fight

“Fuck!!! I’m gonna cum again.” her legs begin tremble her third orgasm rushes forward, just as quick making way for the next one. Reaching back to swip her hand over her clit, she hisses from the slight overstimulation

“----daamn!!” she whines as she cums again. His large hands holding her up, as he continues to dig into her

“Okay.. daddy!!.... fuck I cann’t.” she whines over and over again like a broken record, she squeezes him, Taehyung moaning out loud stiling for a second.

“You can’t handle it huh?” he smirks as she tosses her damp hair off her face trying to collect her breath

“It’s too much baby.... I need a second.” she whimpers.

Pulling out, his cock glistening a wet from her cum slaps against the little happy trail on his stomach. She cries out from the loss of sensation before he flips on back onto her back. Slipping between her legs again, he wraps his hand around her throat once more. “You don’t deserve a break.” the venom in his voice makes her clench her thighs around his waist

“You’re gonna take what I give you, understand me?”

A few tears fall from her eyes as the lust in her eyes doubles for him. “Yes daddy.” She grabs him by the back of his neck smashing their lips together, moaning as he grips her ass with both hands.

Reaching down between them with her free hand, she guides the tip of this cock back between her swollen lip. her mouth dropping open as he slids back in.

“All that shit---” he starts his eyes closing shut as she squeezes him between her wet walls, the sensation going straight to his head

“Babyyy,... you feel so good.” she cries digging her heels into the top of his ass getting him to dig as deep as possible

“shit... you be testing my patience all the fucking time.’“ he grunts in her ear, causing a smile to form to on her lips

“Only because you let me.”

“I made you that spoiled huh?” he asks. She nods quickly the pleasure in her stomach building up again

“Yes baby.”

“Fuck you feel me right there?” He asks looking down at the light bulge in her stomach from where his dick constant rammed into

“Yess,.. I feel you baby.” she whines against his lips

“Where you want me to cum baby?” asking her as he presses a few wet kisses against her neck

“I want you to cum in baby. Fffuck-- want it some much.” lifting her legs up, she grips behind the back of her thighs, giving him leverage to drill into her much deeper

“Unhh.... you’re such a fucking brat.” his hands rest on top of hers, gripping her flesh as his thrust get a lot quicker and sloppy

Taehyung’s deep moans multiply as he get closer to cumming, the muscles in his back working overtime, flexing underneath the small lamp in her bedroom. His eyes screwed shut, the small gold chain wrapped around his neck swinging in her face as she cries out in pleasure.

“Shit I’m about to cum so fucking much.”

“Cum in your pussy daddy. Knock me up.” she whines egging him on

“You want that? You want me to give you my baby?” he asks gripping her chin their eyes now locked

“Yess baby!! I want it so much.” she screeches clenching down on him

“Fuccck --- take it baby.” his eyes fluttering as his pounding comes to an stop as his orgasm rushes through him, his head knocking back and ropes of his seed fills his up. Her cumming  shortly after, some of his cum slipping out from the sides as they both try and catch their breath.

Grabbing him by the head,____ pulls Taehyung down for another sloppy kiss.

“I love you.” she whines pulling him down to rest on top of her

“I love you too.” he confesses back pushing back a few strands of hair behind her ear

“I wanna come back home. But Tae it can’t be like before.”

“I know baby I Know. I swear on my life, I’ll do better. I need you baby.”

“I need you too.”

“Good, because wherever you are, is where I belong.’

[okamirayne]

Hello Rayne!

A bit more of a private one so of course, feel free to not answer if it crosses any boundaries.

Do you have tips to get adult life, day jobs and creative writing under one hat? (German saying, not sure if it translates to English at all lmao)

I've started my Bachelor's in a very non-creative field this week and it has been and is going to be very demanding in terms of time and energy. I've noticed that I get extremely drained and burnt out when I try to be creative after a long day. The ideas are there (sometimes even better than when I have more time) but the energy just... isn't.

I appreciate any advice you have and hope you're doing well! 💜 It's been cooling off here quite a bit, I've already had my first Chai today 👀🍵getting autumn-y

Heya lovely @sunlightrays!

A bit more of a private one so of course, feel free to not answer if it crosses any boundaries.

Aw, thanks for the head's up. Don't you worry, I'll go full dodge-ball acrobatic if I feel any uncomfortable curveballs thrown my way. As it stands, I'll do my best to offer support with my very humble input - PLEASE trash anything that doesn't resonate with you.

I've started my Bachelor's in a very non-creative field this week [...]

First off...

FAITO! Congratulations on taking on your Bachelor's degree (I recall you mentioning this was in the pipeline) - I'm wishing you every success for this chapter of your story, luv.

[...] and it has been and is going to be very demanding in terms of time and energy.

Gods, understandably. Please shore up on whatever you need; tea, coffee, the blood and tears of your enemies. You got this!

I've noticed that I get extremely drained and burnt out when I try to be creative after a long day. The ideas are there (sometimes even better than when I have more time) but the energy just... isn't. [...] I appreciate any advice you have ...

Right. I hear you. I'll do my damnedest to help -- but again, throw out anything that doesn't work for you. I'm spit-balling here, so just take what sticks.

How do you GET your energy? Would you consider yourself to be more extroverted or introverted? Maybe you're a combination of the two (ambivert)? Do you need alone time to refill your well, or do you require the energy of others to help recharge your battery?

What is FUN for you? What hobbies/downtime GIVE you energy?

What helps you to DECOMPRESS completely and switch off? Even if this isn't writing. Something that doesn't necessarily COST you energy (which writing does, even if it's a fun investment and pleasurable price) -- something where you are chilled, having fun, or resting...which brings me to...

What is REST for you? What is RECOVERY for you? What does that look like? What do you need to REST (which leads to recovery and hopefully more margin/capacity -- which allows for your empty well to accommodate creative energy again)?

What kind of WRITER are you? Do you fly by the seat of your pants and just enjoy rolling with whatever inspiration hits or do you like planning and plotting? Can you test the waters on a day you feel like you have some energy, and see how that leaves you feeling e.g. drained or lifted?

What I'm predominantly getting at here, is asking you to consider what GIVES you that energy back. What RESTORES to you the energy that isn't there (which your degree is currently consuming). I'm not sure what Bachelor's you're doing, so I won't and can't presume exactly what that costs you energy-wise (though it sounds like it costs you a lot, given what you described about feeling extremely drained and burnt-out).

I would advocate ENERGY RESTORATION. Which means, REST, RECOVERY, RECREATION, REMEDIAL PLAY. The light, easy, fun, restful, or joyful things that don't require you to invest too much of your energy. That can be alone or with others. It can be anything that works for you. It looks different for everyone, so it may take some experimentation or maybe you've got some go-to places, people, past-times or pleasures that are tried and tested?

This is where I'd start, sweetie. Looking to balance the scales by getting energy back so you don't end up in the flaming hell-pit of total burnout. The writing isn't going anywhere. It will wait for you to have the energy for it. Your degree will probably demand a lot of you right now, which is why sustenance for your creative energy (even if you have to stockpile it for a bit) is so important.

Do you have tips to get adult life, day jobs and creative writing under one hat? (German saying, not sure if it translates to English at all lmao)

Translates perfectly, no worries. As for me having tips...

No word of a lie. I am furniture crawling my ass along a very strange path at the moment. Getting adult life, day jobs, and creative writing under one hat depends on so many things; your financial situation, your personal capacity (mentally, emotionally, physically), your goals/desires, your needs and values, your UNMET needs/desires etc. It's a very individual journey, and the artist/creative path, however archetypal at times, is changing a lot in our modern landscape (which can be a very good thing).

The good thing is, creative writing can manifest in many different areas (copywriting, ghostwriting, editing, journalism, developmental media, blogging, vlogging, etc) -- again, I don't know your personal capacity, means, or margins, or what it may or may not require / cost you if you're balancing/sacrificing other areas of your life. Which is totally normal. I think work-life balance all at once is an overrated and unrealistic metric.

It would be so easy for me to say "follow your heart" and "do what you love" and do I advocate that? Abso-fuckin-lutely. So long as you're prepared for the TRADEOFFS and the COST. I think that's the biggest tip, luv. Getting real damn clear on what you are prepared to give up. And what you are NOT prepared to give up/compromise on? For whatever reasons. Zero judgement. It's what works for YOU.

So my tips are ASKING YOURSELF THE RIGHT QUESTIONS.

What do you want to get out of your creative writing? Do you want to do it professionally or just as a pleasure pursuit? Both are awesome.

Why are you taking your current degree in a non-creative field? Job security or genuine joy/interest for the field? If it's for joy/interest, it will cost a little less than if you're grafting without pleasure at all. Btw, no need to answer any of these questions, I'm literally brainstorming question suggestions with you to get CLARITY.

Clarity = awesome.

How can you balance your creativity against necessity/security/other job etc.? Do you need to cut yourself some slack and get the degree out the way before you decide that? Maybe you can dabble in creative writing as you go along and figure out how you regain and sustain your energy?

These kinds of questions can help a lot, especially when you're looking at your energetic capacity so you don't burnout.

I have no clue if any of this was helpful...it sure as hell went beyond my two cents, so I do apologise for the massive word-vomit of a response. I feel passionately about this, given my own god-awful experience with burnout, energy mismanagement, and the flaming brimstone underworld that kind of shit puts you in -- I would hate to learn you ended up there. Please be kind, patient, and gentle with yourself. You're embarking on a big quest here with your degree, which sounds like it demands a lot. May the writing, when you have energy for it, be a cosy non-demanding companion and a supportive compadre. Not a bloody albatross around your neck or a hellhound snapping at your heels. Writing is better when it's FUN. Hard, tiring, and frustrating 'maybe-I-need-a-safe-word' kind of fun...but worth it. Worth the investment (energy) it requires.

Please, please, please prioritise your rest and your recovery whenever you can, luv. I am sending super-charged positive vibes your way, with a gallon of tea. Autumn is a magical time, so I hope the chilly, crispy, colourful, chai-drinking vibes of this season nourish and support you. Ganbatte, my dear!

~ Rayne x 💜☕️🍁

[eldritch-spouse]

The clergy's reaction to the reader asking for a gangbang? I haven't seen anything like it on your page and thought the idea was interesting.

[Yeeeehaaaww, gangbang or a death wish? You decide!]

Morell is... Well, he doesn't really want in on it. The mushroom monster is not very inclined, even if you're the hottest piece of ass that he's ever seen, Morell can't picture himself being next to his coworkers in remotely intimate ways. However, you'd be surprised what a little encouragement, or maybe even a promise of foodplay, can do to rouse his interest.

Vinnel agrees, sure, after mocking you quite a bit for being such a slut. Though he's keeping himself mostly detached throughout the affair, since he highly doubts conditions will be favorable to his exposure. That and, of course, he's insecure about his malformed goopy body. He's mostly jeering and making you hump yourself on him whenever possible.

Patches may initially play hard to get, but truth of the matter is he's always been a bit of a whore. And a loser, so he'd take his chances. If he doesn't budge after a while, get him drunk- Drunk Patches has no breaks at all. Or, if you're brave enough, get him under the moon before it starts. The dullahan side of him will love a gangbang with his coworkers, purely because of how awfully chaotic it will inevitably be.

Grimbly might agree, after quite some time pondering on it. The thing is, he's demanding and he wants a lot of attention, specifically yours. If he's not getting constant stimulus, he's gonna whine and probably ruin the mood until you stuff something in his mouth. Honestly, just pass him around until he gets too fucked out to whine and

Santi does not let you finish speaking before eagerly agreeing. He's probably the one doing most of the work convincing the others and he'll steal your attention throughout the entire ordeal. In fact, you might see him bicker with Nebul over who gets to orient most of it- This is his fucking wet dream come true and he's not going to let the uptight wraith ruin it for him. Nuh uh. He absolutely wants this to happen again, even if he knows most of his coworkers now exist in perpetual awkward shame.

Nebul would probably agree to it without much convincing, surprisingly. He's more curious than necessarily aroused by the concept. And, of course, he will immediately seek to establish dominance over anyone in an attempt to orchestrate the entire thing. No one expected him to get as into the dom role as he did, but they should have seen it coming, as part of his (not so openly advertised) job involves training people into obedience.

Fank-e is PUMPED! An opportunity to see several squishies having sex? Count him right in! Oh oh oh- He can connect multiple intimate appendages to himself, so several people at once can use his cocks, and pussies. Do not let him do this for long, he will absolutely bust a circuit or two and fry himself with pleasure. The robot will probably lie down somewhere and just glitch the ever living fuck out while he processes being ridden, sucked and fucked all at once. Core damage? Worth it, would do it again.

Ludwig. Well. Huh. Hm... You're gonna need a lot of convincing. He'd probably enjoy himself, but to be fair, he's not sure how he's going to conjugate the gangbang with his hot and cold feelings regarding the establishment. This will just serve to jumble him more. For once, Lud will just focus on giving as good as he gets and work out the mental breakdown with you later.

Gallon will hesitate for a moment. Said moment is cut short the second he considers spit roasting you with someone else. A gangbang featuring Gallon is... Invasive, to say the least. The slime wants to wrap himself around someone, preferably you, so it's going to be a very odd but perhaps extremely erotic ordeal. Basically, you get your own living latex suit that's constantly liking and groping you while others are having their way with you.

Krulu, safe to say, is probably watching all this.

[ravenzeppeli]

Praise Me Deeply |Formaggio x Male Reader Extreme Lemon|

Warning: strong language, dirty talk, rough/nasty sex, talk of exposing (consensual), ass eating, dom/sub relationship, humiliation/degrading. MA.

Commission for @johnnybwanny

"I love working with Formaggio," you told Risotto as you stood in front of his desk. "He's a great teacher. I really enjoy being under his wing."

Risotto nodded his head, "Are you just saying that due to any romantic feelings you have towards him?" He questioned, his dark eyes staring into your soul, making you slightly nervous.

"I promise I'm not," you quickly replied, telling only the truth to your capo as you always did. "He really is an amazing teacher. Working with him makes me uncomfortable. He honestly uses his stand so fucking well, I wish I had his self control."

"That's good to hear," he replied. Despite his face showing no emotion, you could tell he was pleased with what he was hearing. "That's the only reason why I called you into my office. I wanted to make sure you and Formaggio were compatible as partners." You wanted to smirk at that last part but refrained, thinking of a different kind of partnership than what he was thinking of.

You nodded your head, "do you need anything, boss?"

"I'm just going to send this last email to Polpo and leave. Lock up if you end up staying late again or sleeping the night at the base," Risotto told you, his eyes falling back to his computer. "One last thing, how professional would you say Formaggio was?"

You let a smile creep across your face, thinking of all of the times you and Formaggio have hooked up after completing a job. The rush you felt every single time you licked his ass, the total bliss you felt when he deeply fucked your hole and jacked off your cock, pushing you past the limits of pleasure. He was so addicting, better than any drug. You were so fucking into him. Everything about him made your cock twitch with excitement.

"He's extremely professional, and I'm really glad to be working with him," you told Risotto, him nodding his head once, letting you know that was all he needed from you. "Have a good night, Risotto. I'll see you tomorrow." You nodded back, walking away and leaving him to finish up his office work.

As you stepped out of his office door and closed it, you froze completely, seeing the familiar tanned shoes of Formaggio standing right in front of you. Your face completely turned red, hoping he didn't hear you. Before you could speak, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you down the hallway, making a right.

He pulled you into the bathroom all the way down the hall, shutting and locking the door. "You know what you just fucking did?" He questioned, voice hard as he flicked the bathroom lights on, his face showing no emotion, causing you to instantly worry. "Well, do ya?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his broad muscles being a slight distraction.

You shook your head, backing up a few steps. "I don't know what I did, but it was never my attention to disrespect you. I'm really sorry." You've never made him mad before.. you hoped that he wasn't mad at you, that you didn't say anything that might have upset him.

The serious expression quickly faded, a huge grin appearing on his face as he uncrossed his arms. "Aw, that's so cute. I'm not mad, I was just messing with you." He licked his lips, looking you up and down, his head nodding in approval. "I'm actually very happy with everything that I heard you say. I'm extremely happy if I'm being completely honest. You just made me look real good in front of Risotto."

"I meant every word I said," you told him, and you meant those words deeply. He really was a great teacher, and he was an even better partner. "I really like that you're my partner. I wouldn't want to work with anyone else but you."

"Still got that anal plug in your ass waiting for me?" Formaggio questioned, his question catching you completely off guard. You didn't want to say yes, despite the plug being firmly in your ass, keeping it stretched out and ready for him. "Shit, who am I kidding? You always obey me. Strip for me, I wanna see my student naked. Examine you."

You slipped your shoes off, "Well, of course. Anything for my favorite teacher." You smirked a little, slipping off your shirt, placing it on the bathroom sink. "What if Risotto hears us?" You unbuttoned your pants, pulling them down, revealing to him that you were wearing a dirty pair of his underwear. "Familiar?" You felt the blood rush to your cock, it suddenly springing to life in his underwear.

"You dirty boy," he muttered, leaning back against the bathroom door, his large erection standing firm in his pants. "So? We hear Sorbet and Gelato all the time, what's another couple fucking in here?"

You shrugged, slipping the underwear off. "Well.. I did keep the anal plug in like you asked. I even gave myself an enema beforehand and recorded it and sent it to you like you asked. Full face exactly like you wanted. I hope you enjoyed it, it was embarrassing for me."

"Fuck yeah I enjoyed it, I love adding to my personal collection of you," he replied, unbuttoning his pants, pulling his pants and boxers down, his cock springing to life. "Now, come be a good boy and suck all over my cock and balls. Do a bad job and I'll send the video to the group chat, shoe them how nasty you are. How you're my fucking slut."

You walked over to him, going down to drop to your knees, only to be stopped by him grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking you to stand back to your feet. "What's wrong?"

"Where's my fucking kiss? You can't suck and fuck me downstairs if you haven't given me a little kiss yet. Fucks wrong with you?" He smacked your cock, a pained moan escaping your lips, causing him to repeat his action.

You pressed your lips against his, giving him a gentle kiss before pulling away, turning your head away slighly. "I really love kissing you.. it just makes me so excited." You felt precum drip from your cock, your face heating up once more. He was just so attractive, with his deep voice and firm body. So dominant, the kind of man that'll have you hooked for life.

"Show me how excited you are," he commanded, snapping his finger, pointing to his cock. "Don't use your hands. I only want throat and tongue."

"Yes, sir," you replied, dropping to your kness, taking his 8 inches in your mouth. You wasted no time, your head bobbing back and forth as you sucked his cock, your cock twitching with pleasure. You wanted to wrap your hand around your cock, you wanted to pump as fast as you could as you tasted his delightfully sour cock. You held back, knowing to only do what he tell you. During sex, he was in charge, just like he was at work. You loved being beneath him. You loved every second of it.

"I can't wait to tear that ass up, I know you're nice and stretched out for me." He patted the top of your head, a laugh escaping his lips. "I buy my slut the best anal plugs and cock rings, don't I?"

You nodded your head as you continued to suck his cock, his precum coating the back of your throat. You let your tongue swirl around his tip, feeling a sense of pride wash over you as a groan escaped his mouth.

"Yeah, suck that dick like you mean it. Then give my balls some love before you tongue fuck my ass. You gotta earn my cock in your ass, you gotta work hard." He continued to pat your head, pushing you down to his balls.

You placed a kiss on each one of his hairy balls, taking them in your mouth, sucking as you stared up at him. You saw pleasure all over his face, seeing him satisfied causing even more precum to spill from your cock. You let his balls sit in your mouth a few seconds, enjoying the taste of his sweat and musk before you pulled away.

As he turned around you stuck your face right in his ass, not bothering to spread his cheeks as you let his ass cheeks bury your face, your tongue quickly finding his hole as you began to slip your tongue in and out of his ass, your cock twitching uncontrollably as you bobbed your head up and down, tongue swirling In and out.

"You're so fucking good at that," he mutteted, his voice filled with dominance and pleasure. "Better be, I'll post clips of you fucking your ass with a cucumber all over the internet. Wanna be exposed?"

"No sir," you replied, your voice muffled as you kept your tongue in his ass. You sounded like a fool, just like he liked. He loved getting off on your humiliation, and you got off on being humiliated by him.

"Are you a little ass licker? Tell me how much you love licking my ass, keep your tongue in my ass," he told you, his voice slightly strained, as if he was about to bust. "Do it now!"

You kept your tongue deep in his ass as you spoke, "I love licking your perfect ass Formaggio. I worship your ass," you told him, sounding as if you were trying to talk with marshmallows filled in your mouth. "I love when you use me."

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, roughly yanking your head back. "Get into doggy style. I'm going to fuck you on this dirty bathroom ground, and I'm going to fuck you hard!" His voice was ran over with such excitement and dominance, causing you to instantly drop to the floor.

You arched your back, spreading your legs as your hard cock rested on the dirty bathroom floor. The bitter coldness causing a chill to run down your spine. You felt Formaggio behind you, slowly slipping the anal plug out of your ass, sticking it into your mouth.

"Since you made that comment about getting caught, this'll muffle that mouth of yours," he told you. He spread your ass cheeks, spitting a thick wad of his spit right into your stretched hole before he slipped in. "You don't know how good it feels to hear you talk good about me. I fucking love that shit." He began to thrust swiftly, his hands digging into your sides as he held you in place. "Suck on the plug ass licker."

You began to suck on the plug, low moans escaping your mouth as you felt his right hand drop from your waist, wrapping around your cock, pumping as he roughly thrusted in and out of you.

"Fuck," Formaggio groaned, filling your ass with hot cum. "You can cum now."

You came immediately after he said that, your cum filling his hand as you weakly collapsed on the bathroom floor, panting. "How are you so amazing at everything you do? I think that was the best sex I ever had."

He grinned, stepping over you, pulling the shower curtain back. "You say that everytime I fuck you. Good." He helped you up, guiding you into the shower as he stepped in with you. "Let me get you all cleaned up now."

[voxofthevoid]

Hello Vox! Is me, werewolf anon!! Hope you're doing good on this fine day/evening/whatever the time of day it is for you!

I have to admit that you being happy to see my ask is 100% reciprocated by me when you answer them. I too, wave my fist in the air!

I haven't read more of your JJK fics but I re-read some of your Stucky ones because they are my comfort fics and I needed a pick-me-up. BUT THAT BEING SAID I DO HAVE THE JJK MANGA OPEN IN MY TABS and hopefully soon it will open up the rest of your fics for me! Oh how exciting!

As for Mappa and Nanami, the absolute WHIPLASH of him baring his forearms/hair pulling/quiet and yet explosive rage/Daddy Daddy DADDY to THAT scene of him before Mahito takes him out...I was on my knees I tell ya. I honestly don't know how the animators didn't go feral as they drew those panels.

And ahhhhh don't get me started on Yuji this week. Omfg that precious bean leveled up. *cough cough* I made a silly Yuji edit but sadly I don't know how to share it with you because Tumblr won't let me add images to anon asks. 😭

Wish me luck on my manga binge! I'll try to remember to eat and sleep but I can't guarantee anything! 😂 And I hope you enjoy your extremely well earned break from writing! I'm sure all the fans are frothing for updates from you but you deserve down time just like anyone. Take care!

Welcome back!!

Won't lie, it's very lovely to hear that my stucky fics are comfort stories for you. That's high praise, seriously.

And I really hope you enjoy the manga! It's still trying to give me a heart attack on a weekly basis, and it's always a pleasure to drag more people into this particular hell 😌

I'm cracking up at your description, but it's accurate for sure. If it helps, Nanami continues to make me fucking insane. His death scene is still my favorite, and while I prefer the manga's handling of it over the anime, they did a beautiful job with his final smile as well as Yuuji's later remembrance.

I shouldn't get started on the Yuuji scene because I will not be coherent (if you hear howling in the wind, it's me), but that scene drove me insane in the manga, and the anime went above and fucking beyond. I keep saying it's orgasmic, and know what, I mean it. Yuuji's expression, the insanely good voice acting, the hunting sequence—fuck me, that's art.

(Brb eating glass.)

Ah, damn :/ I think you could upload it somewhere and send a link on anon, if you'd like to. I used to have submissions turned on, but after Tumblr made it impossible to send anon asks without a blog, some charming fellows started trying to use the submission feature to send me bullshit while circumventing anon block. And now it stays off.

Good luck, and stay hydrated! Or binge like a demon and emerge on the other side sleep-deprived and vaguely feral. I really can't judge because that's exactly what I did 😂 But the upcoming arc should give you plenty of natural break points; it's pretty different from the storyline so far.

And thank you, hon 💗