#number one slime puppy

[degenerateteenagebeautyqueen]

I- SLOWLY

I SLOWLY STARTED TO

BE SEDUCTED

BY HIM, LIKE?

😟

the manlet in question:

[m00nsbaby]

Moon system as Venom hosts.

. . . x Spider-reader. (Disclaimer. Venom ooc, inspired in the movies so it's kind of a angry puppy, lol.)

Steven.

"What the fuck?" You had punched hard things before, but apparently, the huge black slime with eyes was getting the better of you.

With a thud on the ground, you assumed it might be time to seek an alternative because you were sure you heard your bones crack.

You closed your eyes, just for two seconds.

"Oh Gods, are you oka…" You didn't let him finish; you threw one last punch with all your might.

Something cracked beneath your hand, in fact.

"Bloody fucking hell!"

When you snapped back to reality, the giant mass was no longer in front of you, only a guy taller than you, lying on the ground, holding his nose.

"Did I hurt you? Where did he…" "He's inside me."

"Dude… that's weird." What else could you say?

"You broke my nose." "Your pet broke my spine."

Before you could even react, you received another blow. It turns out the slime, and yes, you refused to call it anything else because you refused to accept that this thing adhered to the laws of physics or logic.

"Sorry, sorry!" You had just broken his nose, and he was still apologizing to you. "He doesn't like being called a pet."

At least, both of you were even, or something like that.

His hand was stained with blood after trying to clean his nose, but he still extended it to you, and you took it to get back on your feet.

All your bones cracked when you stood up. At least, your spider sense was calm, or maybe it was because he had broken that too.

You still distrusted when he explained the situation as if you were lifelong friends.

Maybe you were just getting dazzled by a pretty English accent and big brown eyes.

'I'm not arguing with him, whatever you say gorgeous,' you thought.

He kept talking. About headaches, stomach pains, hunger, Venom.

When you sat on the cold and slightly damp concrete to catch your breath, he did the same.

You didn't tell him that this usually wasn't done between "villains" and "heroes." In fact, you doubted he even had a concept of how those things worked.

While he babbled, you wondered if he had no friends, and that's why he was vomiting his most personal secrets to a stranger he had just fought with minutes ago, or if it was just easy to vent to you because the mask concealed all your facial reactions.

He was cute.

Even with the broken nose.

Cute enough for you to ignore the symbiote staring at you over his shoulder.

I mean, the slime.

"So, can I trust that you won't eat anyone?" And he seemed sad to hear you say that.

'Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it…'

"Do you want to exchange numbers?" His eyes lit up.

You took off the mask for him. You could almost hear, or perhaps feel, the strong beats of his heart when you did it. Was it nervousness or something else you weren't recognizing?

"I won't say anything, you know, uh… about this." "Of course, you won't, because I also saw your face." You winked.

Steven Grant, as he had introduced himself, had the oldest phone you had ever seen, yet you pressed each number on the keyboard several times until you managed to type your name, and he struggled with your broken touchscreen to do the same.

Venom called him an idiot when his gaze stayed fixed on where you left, with the mask on, swinging through the cold city.

Venom also called you an idiot, multiple times.

He was apprehensive with Steven, but who wouldn't be? With time, you discovered the innocent nature he had, almost seemed like a joke that an evil black slime resided within him.

Ah, the same one that almost ripped your arm off for calling him slime.

"He likes you, he just doesn't express emotions well…" "He hates me." "I like you." Your handgot stuck on Steven's shirt when you flustered.

And it happened again when he kissed your cheek a week later.

And when he finally mustered the courage to invite you on a date.

Was it responsible on your part? No, clearly not, but you were good with instincts, or at least, that was supposed to be included in the package, so as long as you didn't get bad vibes from Steven, you could enjoy your silly crush.

Venom was pure bad vibes, but you couldn't say much about him.

He never stopped hating you, not even when you tried to bribe him with chocolates.

Well, maybe he could handle his hatred when he forced Steven to take steps closer to you and finally kiss you when he didn't find the courage to do it himself.

Even so, when you called him slime again, he hit you again. "

Marc.

You enjoyed testing his patience.

Marc and you found yourselves together almost every night, against his will. You would use the excuse of keeping an eye on him, doing your 'superhero job' by making sure he didn't eat anyone.

And to his misfortune, Venom adored you, if such things could love.

Over time, you got used to even the strangest things, like when his huge tongue touched you because apparently, your body lotion was seemingly sweet.

It reminded you of a puppy. Giant, somewhat liquid, and with eyes that were scary.

You teamed up to annoy Marc, so he couldn't use it against you.

"Marc Spector!" "Don't you have any concept of privacy?" "Don't you have any concept of time? It's 4 am."

You were hanging from one hand as if it was nothing in front of him.

"I don't even want to ask what you're holding onto."

"It's magic, Marc."

A third voice interrupted. The symbiote. "Yes, Marc, magic." "I doubt you know what that is, parasite." "Maaaarc, don't be mean to him."

The symbiote wasn't even paying attention to him, as usual, it was more interested in forming an extra limb long enough to give you a little push, and you swung back and forth now, just a few inches thanks to these playful shoves.

Marc saw you a little closer and a little farther away.

He found it amusing that hanging from something taller was the only way you were at his height.

Or did he find it endearing? Perhaps a bit of both.

"Marc likes you." It blurted out as if it was nothing, and you, still blushing, smiled in a way that made the guy roll his eyes.

"I don't like you, he got the word wrong; it was 'hate.'" Who was he trying to fool? He wouldn't get away with it with you.

"Do you know what my spider-sense is saying?" "Some nonsense, I'm sure." "Nope." "Is it warning you about this?"

Yes, obviously, Marc tried to punch you, it wasn't the first time he annoyed you with that, but this time, he felt chills when you stopped his hand with yours.

It always happened. He never managed to land the blow.

You looked at him directly, he was used to only seeing the expressionless eyes of your mask.

True, you never revealed who you were. Were you going to tell him? Maybe later, perhaps next week, or the following, or next month.

Someday.

"Don't you have a city to protect?" "I protect it from guys like you." Thankfully, the mask followed the blinks and focus of your eyes so he could see your feeble attempt at a wink.

He always felt uneasy when you had to leave, and Marc always thought it was because of Venom and how apprehensive he was with you.

Or maybe it was the constant fear that one day, he would be one of the guys you stopped every night, like the time you two met.

You knew him well enough to know that he wasn't a bad person, and Venom's instincts didn't make him a… very big threat.

But would you see it the same way if he ever lost control?

"You want me to go, I get it." You tried to dramatize while your body turned with the agility of a gymnast, hanging upside down on the web, it would make it easier for you to climb the wall afterward. "Yes, that's what I want."

No, he didn't want that. His smile told you so.

"You prefer me to leave rather than admit that you like me." "You're unbearable."

They were face to face, and Marc could feel the 'other' watching from the outside. A monster with the curiosity of a child.

"I'll see you later, Marc."

He could hear your smile behind the mask.

"Spidey?" Your heart skipped a beat; he had never called you by such a 'affectionate' nickname before. "Uh-huh?"

Marc didn't say anything else; he just let Venom handle lowering your mask a few centimeters.

It tickled, you had never felt an area as sensitive as your neck.

You didn't mind.

"You finally shut up." The truth was, you were left speechless, with your mask up to the bridge of your nose, and your lips uncovered for him.

Just for him.

He kissed you, slow, soft, and savoring every second of the contact between your lips.

Internally, Marc prayed never to be one of your "guys." Never to lose control.

"Good luck." It was the last thing he said before giving you an extra short kiss and allowing the symbiote to adjust your mask once again.

Your lips and brain felt fuzzy for a few extra minutes after that.

You were no longer there to hear the way Venom tried to whisper, "That was good." To him; he definitely had to stop letting it watch those dramatic telenovelas.

The best part of this was that he had finally found a way to make you be quiet.

Jake.

Venom and Jake were the dream team.

It turned out that Mr. 'car expert' had fit perfectly with the symbiote, except for the slightly disgusting part of… ingesting things.

But other than that, Lockley knew how to use it perfectly to his advantage.

And on the other hand, it turned out that Jake also worked perfectly with you.

You had a deal.

Was it morally right? Ehh… Meh.

Sometimes, as a city vigilante, you had to simply accept that there were worse things, and if this part helped you protect more people, then so be it.

He helped you, well, Venom did. His strength was something you definitely needed on your side, along with the extra limbs since the spider bite gave you everything but a few more legs.

You turned away on the opposite side some nights, losing sight of the criminals who fell into his hands to feed 'the other.'

Also, in Jake's questionable business dealings. Nothing too serious.

"To your left." You obeyed, stepping to the left without even looking around. When one of the guys you were fighting fell forward, you were able to see what could have hit you.

This was getting ridiculous for both of you. Fighting ordinary people felt like staying in the minor leagues.

Hey, at least they finished 15 minutes earlier than usual, looking on the bright side.

"Good thing I was around."

His ego, always his ego, which made you roll your eyes. Both of you were in an alley, the one where you hid your things at the start of the patrol.

He suggested watching if anyone came while you put on the clothes that hid your suit in case there was someone awake in your house.

He had no intentions of doing it; it was just an excuse to spend time with you.

"When are you going to tell me?" The question every damn night.

"I add a month to the count every time you ask, Jake."

"That's not fair." The serious tone in his voice made you look at him. You tilted your head slightly.

"Eh?"

A step closer.

"That's not fair." He repeated. "It's not fair that you hide it from me when you know everything about me. Not when we are…"

Jake was always so calm that it was probably the most terrifying part, perhaps that's how he balanced Venom.

"We are nothing, Jake." Low blow.

Obedient to Jake's movements, two black, viscous limbs came out of him, lightly pushing you against the wall behind you.

Ugh, you hated the disgusting walls of the alleys.

A third limb sprouted while the others kept you against the wall. Jake was always rough with you, only physically, and it was only because he knew you could take it, that it never bothered you.

It was attractive. Dominant.

"We are nothing." You repeated and this time, he heard you smile under the mask.

Mistake.

The third limb went for the mask.

You didn't move from your spot; you didn't fight. You just lifted your chin to make it easier for him to remove the mask.

Jake was amazed when he could see your face. He dreamed about this so many times that he began to feel like his silly crush was turning into an obsession.

Now, it was justified.

The limb caressed your cheek; it almost seemed like an extension of him by the way it flowed with Venom.

"Surprise."

He didn't say anything, but the way he looked at you was enough.

Venom took care of bringing you closer until your body collided with Jake's, who looked down at you.

The chill that ran through you was almost similar to your spider-sense when it warned you that something was wrong.

Although with Jake, everything always seemed fine.

He rested his forehead against yours for a while, something he always did with your mask on. It was as if he was confirming that it really was you.

You waited for the kiss for longer than you'd like to admit.

And that idiot laughed.

You felt his breath on yours and chose to keep your eyes closed.

"We are nothing, huh?" His lips brushed against yours as he spoke. "I'll see you tomorrow then, cariño." It was the last thing he said before taking a step back.

All the Venom extensions that held you were gone, and suddenly he was gone too.

He left you in the alley with flushed cheeks, wishing more than ever to kiss him passionately.

Later, you would get revenge.

And yes, you couldn't stop smiling.

I'm revoking everyone's monster fucker permits according to how y'all react to jake using venom like that

[z3nitsusgf]

like a leopards tongue in the mouth of a snake

roman roy | reader - 3.2k 

cw: NSFW, fem.reader, bribery???, scummy roman, fingering, oral (f. receiving), slight power dynamics, office sex

a/n: blah blah intimacy issues, blah blah canon roman is scared of pussy I KNOW but let me have my fun

Outside, tipped street lamps have buzzed awake and shine cones of orange light onto the roads. It’s past hours, the other workers long gone by now. The office is empty, save for the skeleton crew that cleans up when no one else is around, but they're on the lower levels. 

The sky is yawning into night, the dusty blue darkening with each passing minute. You can’t hear the bustle of New York from how high up you are in the tower, the shimmering golden lights of other skyscrapers mimic the stars.

You’d like to go home, like to just go to sleep so you don’t have to deal with these corporate douchebags any longer. But your boss is still here, still drinking in here his personal office like the rest of you don’t have lives. To him, you probably don’t.

He’s said it before, “What? Do you have more important things to do than me?”

Like most people at Waystar, you steer clear of having to interact with Roman incessantly, despite the fact you’re his assistant. It’s already hard enough, being his glorified babysitter. It’s even worse when he’s in a teasing mood, which is all the time.

He’s like his family, the classic “I’m too important to interact with anyone out of my pay grade” type. Only really indulging in you because you’re the type to just shoulder his weird comments without taking them seriously. Brushing off his crude, absolutely shit, remarks. And you have a great ass too, or so he says.

He calls you his “little paper pusher”, an oversimplified pet name for what you actually do. You’re so important to his well-being, if you left now you’re sure he’d dissolve into nothing. But you let him think all you’re good for is being an emotional dumpster for his whiny rants. He’s more clingy than he realizes, always calling you late at night for menial bullshit and practically nipping at your heels when you try to work.

You do your best to slip under the radar; typing away at your desk, bringing coffee when asked, shuffling, and shredding papers in the file room. Occasionally, you’ll be asked to accompany Roman to his home (where he’ll ask if you want to suck his dick or get finger-banged over his couch). But most of the time, you make sure he’s not getting into a lawsuit for making lewd comments at the interns. Which is hard when that’s his whole farce.

He’s not bad all the time. Sometimes, he buys you lunch, really expensive lunch. He’ll even sit with you while you eat, pointing out you have horrible taste and he should really help you with expanding it. Plus you get bonuses on top of your stellar pay, Christmas gifts, and your very own lovesick slime puppy who can’t help but be obsessed with you. The last part wasn’t in the contract, but you guess it’s not so bad.

Another perk of being an assistant to the Roys is that you can’t leave until they tell you to leave.

So you’re stuck in the Waystar building, watching your boss sip on Lagavulin Offerman malt, observing how he sits weirdly on his loveseat and makes crude comments to you about his brother or Tom or the fucking weather. Lavishing in the space, relishing in the fact he’s made another person listen to his bullshit.

You mostly drown him out, looking over invoices and discrepancies while he sips his whiskey, sitting in the corner while you contemplate what you’ll have for dinner. You don’t even look at the time, only knowing it’ll make you itch to go home more.

You hear him say your name, drawing you from the excel sheet of numbers on your screen. He’s lazily draped on the cushions, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and the first few buttons on his shirt are opened.

He beckons you over with the flick of his fingers. You assume he wants more alcohol, or maybe he wants you to fetch his driver. You don’t expect him to-

“Hey,” he drawls, lips curved into that cheeky bastardized smile, “I’ll give you a million dollars if you take off your shirt.”

You’re dumbfounded, standing in the office of the boss’s son, holding your little Waystar table like it’ll save you.  For a minute you think he’s joking. 

“Huh? What-“

“Yeah, come on. I’ll give you a million, in cash or check or PayPal- whatever, if you take off your shirt.”

Roman Roy has always had an absurd amount of wealth, you know that. Everyone from fucking New York to Timbuktu knows that.

He can make million-dollar bets like it’s nothing, throwing away pocket money that could very well pay off your student loans, that could make sure you’d never go hungry or have to worry about keeping the fucking lights on. It’s shouldn’t surprise you that he’d make stupid little bets with you. Especially, when he’s bored and slightly buzzed.

Your eyebrows draw up at his words, mouth dropping open in a mix of shock and incredulous.

“I- um, I don’t think that’s a good idea, sir.”

Not only would you get in trouble for having that much money, but you’re also not going to just strip because he asked you to, no matter how much you think he’s attractive.

Roman gives a mocking scoff, lips parting as he takes a sip of his stupidly expensive whiskey that you’re sure tastes like shit. Your confusion and disdain must show because he’s raising an eyebrow at you, looking up at you with clear moss-green eyes.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude. It’s only your shirt.” He says it so casually - like you’re the one being unreasonable, swirling the glass in his hand as he crosses his legs. He’s dressed with a casual cocktail of his usual confidence and mockery.

“Besides I can see your tits through your blouse anyways,” your eyes widen and you feel yourself get fever-hot in embarrassment, and Roman is still grinning, “not like I’m gonna see anything I haven’t already.”

He laughs at how you fluster, you can see his pearly white teeth in his mouth. His eyes crinkling to the point you can see the lines on his face. Mouth quirking as he watches your eyes get misty, it’s always been a strange hobby of his. 

There’s something fundamentally wrong with him. He’s always known that. He pretends not to be the slithering black snake that creeps from the underbrush, but he can’t help it. It’s just what he is naturally. 

“Mr. Roy-“

He waves his hand, your eye catching the vacheron constantin watch on his wrist as he uncrosses his legs so he can lean forward towards you. 

“Oh come on, how about 2 million?” He’s dead serious, his stare piercing through you as you gape at him. You hate that you’re actually considering it. Two fucking million-

“Don’t tell me you don’t need the money.” He’s got that confident ‘you’ll do what I want’ look, and you chew the inside of your cheeks till you feel it sting. Even if you didn’t, two million dollars could last you for a long time. 

“Just my shirt?” You ask quietly, despite the office being completely empty. Roman takes another sip, the large ball of ice clinking against the crystal. 

“Sure, unless you wanna take it all off, just let me see what’s underneath this fucking thing.” He makes a point to flick your skirt, grazing his fingers across the top of your thigh. You twitch at the feeling, there’s an icy hot shiver that runs up your spine, a dark whisper in the back of your mind that tells you it’s worth it in the end. 

You inhale before reaching up to unbutton your blouse, standing right between his knees. Slowly pulling apart each opal-colored button, watching how Roman is practically purring at how you strip. He’s set his glass down on the side table, uncaring that it’s not on a coaster and will leave ringed marks on the wood.

It’s a weird rush, the feeling in your tummy fluttering and your throat tightening. You peel off the cotton, dropping it to the carpeted floor and standing only in your pencil skirt and heels. Roman can see how the swell of your breasts move with each exhale, the subtle curve of your waist down to the pretty way you shift in your black heels.

It’s erotic in a debauched way. Borderline gross and repulsive, but arousing all in the same fashion.

You’re standing, waiting for… waiting for you don’t know what. Roman is well, Roman. He’s entitled, immature, and such a prick you’d feel more guilty about doing this if he wasn’t the coddled baby of a multi-billion dollar company. 

He's spontaneously compassionate and flips on a dime. He's so used to being mean, being cut-throat and crass - it's like second nature to him. Like most people, you can't stand Roman on a good day, even less on a bad. But there's something about him, maybe it's that air of frail egocentric bullshit, the sopping sweet stench of someone so high-strung on power and his own entitlement that shows you just how pathetic he really is.

You’ve always liked men who were a bit fucked in the head. Roman is no exception.

“Got a nice pair, prettier than a fucking pornstar.” You’re resisting the urge to cover up your chest, but for some reason, you don’t. Letting his eyes roam over the dips and curves of your body, staring ahead at the glass windows that gleam in the skyline of Manhattan.

Roman swipes his tongue across the plump of his lower lip, reaching forward to hold your skirt-clad waist, thumbs digging into your hipbones. Dragging the pad of his fingers over the band, where skin meets fabric. You’re sensitive, knees practically buckling from the feeling alone.

It’s not the first time he’s touched you, he usually makes his quirky gestures at random times. It’s usually a pat on the head or a pinch on the shoulder. A peck when he’s truly drunk. Never like this, never so intimately. But you bite your tongue to keep from whining out that you want more.

His hands are soft, never having to do a hard day's work in his life. He trails the tips over your exposed stomach, fiddling with the zipper of your skirt. He smirks, leaning forward to brush his nose across your belly, up to your ribcage, his hair tickles the underside of your breasts, the licked-up strands wild.

He, thankfully, doesn’t comment on your peaked nipples, your skin flushed in goosebumps from his touch. Instead, he murmurs into your skin, “I’ll give you another million to take off the rest.”

A pitched whine catches in your throat, the vibration of his voice against your ribs is making you squirm, and you look down at Roman to see his blown pupils and rose-bud colored cheeks. The slicked-back gel in his hair starting to come undone, strands falling across his forehead. You resist the urge to run your fingers through them, biting your lip.

“Whaddya say, my little paper pusher, gonna take off your skirt for me?” He already knows you will, he’s just prodding you for more. Nipping at the exposed skin of your abdomen, dragging the tip of his tongue across it, wetting the flesh. He’s dipping his fingers inside the band, trying to weasel his way into your panties, which are fucking sopping.

It’s like Roman always says, there’s no point of having a babysitter if he can’t fuck ‘em.

You’re so hazy, head foggy and clouded over - you’d think you were the one that drank. You puff out what he thinks is a quiet okay. Giving him a soft nod, hands shakily going to unzip the tight fabric. He hums, already ahead of you and hooking his thumbs into the band and tugging down.

With it, comes your skirt. You squeak at the sudden rush, stabling yourself on his shoulders as he rolls it down your thighs, letting it pool around your ankles. He makes a muffled aw at your panties, a pretty lacy thing that makes him giggle. 

He snaps the band with a finger, teeth flashing at how you squirm and yip like a puppy. “Wear this just for me? You’re so sweet.”

It’s patronizing, like he knew all along you were weak-willed and soft for him.

Roman nudges your legs apart with his knee, making you stand out in the open like his just for him. He presses two fingers against the drenched spot on your panties and gives a little circle. 

“Jesus, you’re fucking soaked,” He throws his head back and laughs. Observing how you tremble around the pressure on your clit. Sliding them to the side so he can run his fingers over your slick folds, dipping them between the seam and feeling the honey-thick arousal that’s smeared against your cunt.

He pulls his fingers back and Roman looks at his fingers quizzically, spreading them to see the clear slimy strings that web along his knuckles from your slick. It makes a fluttery feeling settle in his tummy, one he hasn’t experienced. He ignores the raging hard-on in his pants.

“Get this wet because I’d pay you to take off your clothes? That’s kinda fucked, you’re kinda like my personal whore then.” Even now he doesn’t shut up, but his words make you clench around nothing.

He’s different like this, the air around him is electric and heavy and makes you want to just sink into the floor. He watches how your knees wobble, the way you grab his shoulders to keep from falling into him - he’s got you right where he wants you.

“Yeah, you’re a fucking slut.” He swipes his fingers through your folds again, hardly even caring if he brushes your clit or not. 

Roman curves a hand around your back, brushing along your spine and settling on your tailbone. He pushes you backward by leaning forward, allowing your back to meet the cushions. Your legs coming up to drape over his hips. You glance down at the bulge that’s poking at your inner thighs, the faint damp spot on them has you itching to reach down and touch.

You wonder, faintly, how your relationship will change after this. If it’ll chance at all. You know Roman isn’t… the best, when it comes feelings. Maybe this is a one-and-done kinda deal, even so - it’ll still be worth it.

You get drawn out of your head when he’s playing with your pussy, fingers swiping up and down slowly, making you messier and sticky with your slick. You inhale, the tip of your tongue ready to beg for more when he pushes two fingers in your cunt, eyes wide and watching how you gasp and grab his wrist.

“Please-“ The way you say it, so breathily and desperate, it’s making him get hazy in the head.

He pushes in, down to the base of his knuckles, immediately going to hook them up and rub that sweet spot inside. It’s effective because your knees jerk and you’re half an inch from kneeing him in the chin.

The way you moan is so fucking hot, it has him twitching in his pants. You grab at his button-up, twisting the fabric as you hump his hand, it’s cute.

“I bet this is your wet-dream, huh? Getting your boss to finger-fuck your pussy.”  

“So easy too, little corporate slut who’s been waiting for me to fuck her.” He says it with a pinch to your inner thigh, giggling when you flinch and try to snap them shut. 

He’s taunting you, scissoring his fingers open and shivering at the sound of wet clicking that reverberates in the office. You’re tight, gripping his fingers and gushing down his wrist. He’s never wanted to see someone cum so bad before.

“That right?” He asks, his other hand coming up to grope and squeeze your tits. You shake your head, not even able to answer him with how he’s punching the tips of his fingers into your spot, the gooey sweet one that has you drooling and starry-eyed.

He slides the hand that’s pinching your nipples down to your hip, trying to settle the writhing and bucking of your pelvis.

“Making a fucking mess,” he mumbles, his other hand is occupied by pinning your hips to his sticky couch, which you’re sure is drenched with your cum. Trimmed nails dig into the flesh of your hipbone. The feeling of wetness clings to your inner thighs liberally, soaking down to the curve of your ass.  You whine, hips squirming in his tight grip. 

He pulls away suddenly, it makes you want to cry. You look at him with glassy eyes, the lashes wet and you’ve got bitten lips that quiver when he doesn’t hurry.

“Rome, I need-“ 

He’s scooting down, scooping your thighs up. His face is right in front of your heat, and he leans forward, flicking his tongue against your cunt, it makes sparks shoot through your lower half. Your hand shooting out the card through his hair, nails raking over his scalp.

You wouldn’t expect him to eat pussy so good, but god- he does. He sucks a fold into his mouth, he nips the other. You’re panting, practically grinding down against his face. His tongue lapping at you with such fervor you’re almost embarrassed. It’s sloppy and wet, and his chin is covered and shiny.

“So good, so good, it feels so fucking good.” Roman shivers, he’s not used to hearing praise. But he likes it a lot more than he realizes.

The light stubble drags across your skin, pricks the inside of your thighs from how hard you squeeze around his head. It’s like lightning, the build-up. It gets impossibly hotter when he’s pressing back his fingers and sucking your clit into his mouth. Your tummy clenching and spasming.

“O-oh fuck, Rome, I’m gonna-“ He hums, doubling his efforts, suckling harder while curling his fingers. It pays off when you gush and clamp down on him, moaning and mewling with leaking tears down your face. You tug on his hair when he licks a stripe up the seam of your cunt, jerking from the sensitivity.

Roman pulls away with a dopey grin, mouth shiny and god- he looks lovesick. Dark lashes fluttering at he crawls over you, palms resting on either side of your head. He’s so different like he suddenly doesn’t know what to do anymore. Retreating as if he hadn’t had his face in your pussy.

He presses a light kiss against your mouth. He smells of Dior Homme, the powdery iris and lavender that bleeds into vetiver, it’s intoxicating. He tastes like whisky and your cunt.

“You taste so much better than I thought you would.” Your hands flirt with the buttons of his ruffled shirt, untucking it from his waistband.

“Fuck, I’m so hard I think my dick is gonna fall off.” You giggle at his admission, leaning up to press kisses along the column of his neck.

“Well, let me return the favor, Mr. Roy.”

[kissingrhi]

half awake and thinking about making roman roy ride a pillow in front of you as punishment 😵‍💫

it was roughly 2 am when he’d waltzed into your suite, drunk and needy. he didn’t have to say a word. you could tell by the twinkle in his eye and the throbbing vein that was practically popping out of his forehead. shamelessly stealing a drink from your mini fridge, drinking it as if it would ease the heat pooling in his stomach.

you were already pissy at him (which he loved) due to some interesting words that he threw at you during a meeting, and an important one at that. something along the lines of, “yeah, no, let the fuckin’ she-demon take the reigns. see how far that takes you.” he was glaring eager daggers into you the entire time, scoffing when you merely swallowed the bitter urge to bite back at him. he definitely didn’t get turned on at the way your voice twinged and cracked with frustration each time he’d cut you off. or by how you blatantly ignored him. no way.

“what do you want, romulus?” you groaned, spitting out the name. you knew it would make him wince. “oh, i’m sorry. can i not visit daddy’s favorite assistant?” he drew out the words just to watch you clench your jaw. you hated when he called you that. you made it your number one priority to avoid logan as much as possible. “you weren’t complaining about my glorious surprises last week.” he added slyly, a saccharine grin gracing his mouth. “last week” referencing when he’d snuck into your room and sloppily lapped at your cunt until he was rutting into your silk sheets and you were sure your hands were soaked in his hair gel from tugging on his locks so much.

“dick.” you replied, half-joking, getting up to walk closer to him nonetheless. “oh yeah?” he responded, snarkily as ever, just to watch your nostrils flare. he peered up at you through his eyelashes, a desperate, tempting slime puppy seated in an odd position on your bed. his legs spread instinctually as he sat on the corner of the bedframe, leaning back onto his hands, smirking when you stood between his meaty thighs. so convinced he had you wrapped around his finger.

“we can’t do this anymore. i’m worried your father will find out.” you deadpanned, watching pure betrayal wash over his face. god, was he sulking? “are you fucking kidding me?” he whined, with zero regard to the time of night; throwing his head back grandiosely, practically pouting. wordlessly, you reached out to cup his jaw, the pad of your thumb running over his bottom lip. “maybe you’d like that, though.” your voice fell to a whisper that made him flinch, and suddenly he was holding his breath. “nasty fuck that you are.” the words fell in a righteous laugh, a laugh that screamed: “we both know i’m right.” you peeked down to the forming semi under his pajama pants, clicking your tongue in amusement.

“is that it?” you cooed. “want everyone to hear what disgusting shit you’re into?” you forced his chin up, the uncomfortable crane in his neck making him flush. he was exposed, unintentionally barring his neck to you. you took the opportunity to suck on the pale flesh above his collarbone, working your way up to his ear. “answer me.” you pressed a knee to his growing cock. his response was a pathetic “yeah” and a furrow in his brow, to which you scoffed and pulled away at.

“yeah?” you mocked, watching his eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment. he got harder. you grabbed a pillow from behind him, purposefully pressing it down to his lap. “why don’t you give me a show, rome?” you pulled away completely, grabbing a chair and sliding it up to the bed. his eyes widened once again as if he’d been betrayed, when in reality he was just a spoiled little thing.

when he hesitated to move, you groaned in annoyance: “i don’t have all night. are you that stupid already?” he rolled his eyes, situating the pillow between his clothed legs. you stopped him. “you know i want to see you.” you crooned, watching his face flush even darker. “let me see your pretty little cock.” the dirty praise made look down at his trembling hands, grumbling a “shut up.” still, he obeyed, freeing his dick from the confines of his luxurious pajama pants. you couldn’t help yourself, letting out an “aw” at how eager he was. he groaned in embarrassment once more.

“don’t be too loud. or do. i don’t really care.” you chuckled. when he looked at you with utter humiliation in his eyes, you signaled for him to hurry up with your finger. “what, you think i’m joking? you dumb boy.” you spat out the word like a curse, and his hips stuttered helplessly. “oh, that’s what gets you going, right? being told how worthless you are?” it was odd how naturally the words fell from your mouth, and sent electricity shooting through his body.

he shakily, messily pistoned his hips against the pillow, the flushed pink tip of his cock a beautiful contrast to the cool white pillow. “no wonder you don’t know how to fuck.” you muttered under your breath, watching him fall forward with an especially hard thrust at the claim. the prettiest whines and curses escaped his throat, messy agreements to your words littered throughout. the way his hips rolled and stuttered made you grin, and heat pooled in your stomach with each new level of depravity he reached.

“you’re just such a shameless bitch, aren’t you, roman?” you hummed, leaning in a little, admiring him. he could feel your eyes burning holes into his back. he gripped at the pillow beneath him. “fucking that thing like your life depends on it. it’s pathetic, you know?” he gasped, his eyes falling shut once more: “i know- i know.” his voice didn’t even sound like his own, all high-pitched and wanton. his cock twitched when he heard himself. his thrusts got even messier, forcing himself to keep going through the tingling stimulation on his drooling cock. he hissed, his head falling back to reveal his adam’s apple covered in your drying saliva. you bit the inside of your cheek at the sight, a predatory glimmer in your eyes.

“depraved little shit.” you practically laughed out, watching him so focused on reaching his orgasm. his eyes were glued to his cock, trying so desperately to get there by himself. “can’t make yourself finish?” you teased, watching his eyes prickle with tears in frustration. “that’s just too bad, huh? it’ll be nice to watch you actually work for something for a change.” he whined again at your words

it was going to be a long night.

[trashyswitch]

A Jiggly Friend

Mario and Luigi are given a chance to meet SCP-999. Luigi is very hesitant, but quickly warms up to the creature once he realizes he's a friend-shaped slime puppy.

This fanfic was suggested to me by @gamequeenanya! It was actually a direct message through Discord. I had asked her for ideas of who 999 should meet, and she said "What about Mario and Luigi?". And MY GOD, I LOVED THE IDEA! So, I made this! I hope you enjoy!

Two quiet pairs of footsteps could be heard filling the echoey hallway. Locked steel doors and pure white walls filled the hallway they walked in. The two beings that filled this hallway with their footsteps, felt very out of place in this kind of environment. They couldn’t describe the feeling of overwhelming curiosity mixed with the unbelievable sense of doom. This collective of emotions made the two people wary and cautious as they walked. Slowly, their eyes gazed upon the countless number groups on the doors. 

“M-Mario…I don’t like this…” One of the men told the other. 

“We’re really close. We just need to find the right door.” The other man said. 

“What if…I don’t like it?” The man dressed in green, had asked. 

“Don’t worry, Luigi. You will like this one. I’m sure of it.” The man named Mario, had told the man in green. 

Luigi walked to the door at the end of the hallway, and looked at Mario. “It’s the 999 number, right?” he asked. 

Mario looked at the paper in his hand, and nodded his head. “Yup. SCP-999.” Mario told him. 

Luigi bit his lip and looked through the windows of the chamber. “Hmm…” He looked inside the windows, and saw the glob of orange that was hopping around the containment chamber. “Is…is that it?” Luigi asked. 

Mario looked through the window and smiled. “That’s 999. Isn’t he cute?” Mario asked him. 

“He’s...I don’t know…” Luigi muttered aloud. “He’s strange-looking, but…” Luigi widened his eyes as he saw the creature getting closer. Luigi widened his eyes as he saw it slide its way closer to the window. Luigi stared at the creature with newfound awe and wonder, as 999 blubbered and ‘bounced around’ with its body. 

Mario smiled and pulled out the key card they had been given. He slid the card down, and watched as the red light turned green as it made a clicking sound. Mario pulled on the door, opening it and looking at Luigi. “You ready?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded with a smile as he got up and away from the window. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” he replied. 

Mario pulled the door open a slight bit more, and gasped as he saw 999 just waiting for the boys to enter. Mario entered first, and kept the door open for his brother. Luigi moved through the door as well, and took a moment to hear the door close behind him. “Okay…” Luigi looked over at SCP-999 and waved at it. “Hello.” Luigi greeted awkwardly, unsure what else to say. 

Mario knelt down. “Hi 999. I’m Mario.” He greeted. “And this is Luigi.” He told 999, hugging Luigi close to him. “He’s my brother.” Mario told it. 

Right away, Mario could smell something rather comforting from their childhood. 

“M-Mario?” Luigi looked at his brother. “Is…is it normal for 999 to make you feel…excited?” Luigi asked as he felt giggles bubbling up in his lungs. Mario giggled. “Do you smell Papa’s waffles?” He asked. 

Luigi nodded. “Y-Yeah…I don’t know how, but…I do.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario chuckled. “999 can emit familiar smells to make you feel euphoric and nostalgic.” he explained. 

SCP-999 let out some gurgling sounds as it made two pseudopods appear from its body. The first pseudopod touched Mario’s cheek, making Mario widen his eyes and smile as he cooed in emotional happiness. The second pseudopod was going to touch Luigi, but decided to wait patiently for its turn. 

Luigi was confused by Mario’s reaction at first. Mario only acts like that around babies and puppies. And this creature was not even close to a puppy. “M…Mario-” Luigi tried not to laugh at him as he saw Mario blushing and smiling widely. He looked like an elated toddler. “Are you okay?” Luigi asked, covering his mouth slightly as he chuckled. 

Mario let out a fit of giggly laughter. “Ihihi probably look so stupid right now…” Mario mentioned, making Luigi laugh as well. “Buhut…I don’t care. I feel amazing.” He admitted. 

Luigi looked at 999 and saw the pseudopod just sitting there. Seeing how Mario was reacting, Luigi reached out for the pseudopod. “May I?” He asked politely. When the second pseudopod reached up and touched Luigi’s hand, Luigi widened his eyes and looked at 999 with shock and…growing euphoria of his own. “W-Wow…” Luigi reacted, feeling a toothy smile growing on his lips. He laughed a bit as he felt the SCP’s strange texture. It threw him off guard at first…It felt like orange peanut butter! But the curiosity seemed to trickle out of his mind the longer he held 999’s pseudopod. “Hehehe…Ihis this what you were-” 

Mario nodded. “Uh huh. How do you feel?” Mario asked his brother with a giggle. 

“Ihi…I get it now…” Luigi muttered, hanging his head and giggling. “I feel great!” 

Mario bursted out laughing at Luigi’s face. “Ihit’s like you were just told we were going to Disney world again…” Mario mentioned with a laugh. 

Luigi chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “Y-Yeah…” 

999 looked towards Mario, and slid its body onto Mario, engulfing him in the peanut-butter substance. Mario gasped and froze in shock. The substance felt cold, yet…comforting. And his body felt wet, but dry all at once. It was…really strange. 

“Is…is he hugging you?” Luigi asked, both nervous, but also calm at the same time. This creature was making him feel so many emotions at once, that he couldn’t even think straight anymore. 

Mario smiled a bit. “It…feels like water, but...thicker.” Mario admitted. “Ihit’s weihihird-” Mario jumped and jolted as giggles and laughter left his mouth. “Wahahait, whahat are you dohohoihihing- eeEEK!” Mario squeaked before leaning his head back as he fell into a fit of laughter. “HAHAHAhahaha!” Mario laughed, wiggling around somewhat roughly and kicking his feet inside 999’s translucent body. 

Luigi stared at Mario, beyond confused. “What is…I don’t get it.” Luigi told him. 

“Ihihit tihickles- Ihihihit TIHICKLEHEHES-! AAAHAHAhahahaha!” Mario laughed somewhat heavily, wiggling around a little harder. 

Luigi had to cover his mouth to prevent from laughing. There was no way…How could it be tickling Mario from inside its body?! And how was Mario so…calm about it?! Usually Mario was a wiggly tickler. So you’d have to be really strong and ready to dodge if you were going to tickle him and come out unscathed. But Mario looked…almost powerless to 999’s gelatin-like body. It was so strange and yet…it looked really fun. 

“Ihihihi cahahan’t stohohop ihihihihit!” Mario reacted, opening his left eye as he removed his hand from 999’s body and covered up his own wobbly grin. 

Luigi couldn’t stop himself from laughing alongside him. The creature was making them act almost drunk without even a sip of alcohol! He had no idea why, but seeing his brother like this was making him lose his mind with laughter. It was absolutely hilarious, and he couldn’t quite explain why! Luigi soon sat himself up and let out a cheer. “Woooo! God, this is awesome!” Luigi reacted. 

“Ohokahay, ohohokahahay- Thahat’s enough plehehehease-!” Mario begged, fighting a little harder. “Ihihit’s toohohoohohoo muhuhuch!” Mario admitted. “Gehehet Luihihigihihi!” Mario said next. 

Luigi widened his eyes. “Wait, what?! Hey!” Luigi reacted. 

999 seemed to understand his request, and gently let Mario go by sliding his body out from its body. When Mario was let go, he had hugged himself with his arms and kicked his feet a little bit to combat the leftover tickles that still plagued him. It also didn’t help that he had developed butterflies in his stomach, which had ALSO begun tickling him from inside. 

“You okay?” Luigi asked, not entirely used to seeing Mario so overwhelmingly happy. 

“Hahahaha- Hahaha- Yohohou gohotta try ihihit!” Mario told him. 

Luigi was about to give him a reply, but was interrupted by the feeling of a cold substance filling his back, before surrounding his front all the way up to his shoulders. “Whoa-!” Luigi reacted, looking down as his body was covered in orange. “Uuuuh…” Luigi looked behind him slightly, and saw 999’s ‘face’ looking at him. “Hi?” He said, giggling a little bit. 

999 gurgled happily and nuzzled its ‘face’ into the back of Luigi’s head for a few moments, earning a few giggles from Luigi. He enjoyed the nuzzles for a bit, before feeling gentle, tickly vibrations against the back of his neck. “eeEEHEHEHEEEK!” Luigi laughed, attempting to lean his head back to stop the tickles. But 999 couldn’t be squished down! All he could do was laugh! “Wahahait-!” Luigi gasped and started wiggling around as more tickly vibrations filled his body. “WAHAHAhahaha! Ihihihit’s sohohohoho weihihihihird!” Luigi giggled. 

“I know, right!? It feels like back massagers against your ticklish spots.” Mario reacted. 

999 gurgled and cooed as it tickled everywhere it could reach. It was strange being tickled by such an unusual creature. Any other time, Luigi would probably be surprised and fighting to get out. But…999’s euphoric effect was making him all giddy. This made the tickle attack feel more…fun than anything else! 

“Do you need it to stop?” Mario asked. 

Luigi tensed up and squeezed his arms against his sides. “Nohohot yehehehet- GAHAHAHAHAA! NOT THERE- NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Luigi cackled, his wiggles almost doubling. 

Mario chuckled and patted Lu’s left shoulder which was poking out of 999’s body. “If you need it to stop, let me know.” Mario told him. 

Luigi squeaked and squealed, unable to stop his jolts and kicks. “OHOHOKAHAHAY, EHEHENOUHUGH PLEHEHEASE!” Luigi begged, his hat falling off his head when he threw his head back. 

Mario picked up the green hat and looked at 999. “He wants you to stop.” Mario told him. 

With a few gurgles in response, 999 calmed itself down and went still. Luigi’s cackles and laughter slowly began to calm down. Luigi leaned his head back and let out breaths of relief and exhaustion. “Ihi…Gosh…” Luigi looked at the top of 999. “How did you know my worst spot?” Luigi asked. 

999 nuzzled into Luigi’s face with a sense of worry in its gurgle. It was almost like 999 was trying to ask if he was okay, and if it went too far. But Luigi was quick to reassure 999. 

“Don’t worry. I’m okay. You’re in the clear.” Luigi told it. “It was kinda fun, actually…” Luigi bit his lip. “But then 999 found my shoulder blades…” He admitted with a chuckle. 

Mario chuckled and traced a finger against his brother’s upper back. “You always were sensitive there…” He admitted. 

Luigi jolted and arched his back, letting out surprised squeaks quickly followed up by laughter. “Mahahariohoho whyhyhyhy?!” Luigi asked. 

“Cause it’s funny!” Mario admitted. 

“Ihihis nohohot!” Luigi argued, turning himself around so his shoulder blades weren’t so exposed. Mario chuckled and stopped going for it. “Alright alright, I’m done.” Mario told him. “Hug?” He offered. 

Luigi smiled genuinely and wrapped his arms around him. Though he was slightly nervous Mario would go for the really bad spot, He trusted his brother more than anyone else in the world. And nothing was going to change that, not even Mario. 

…Or so he believed…

A feeling of shock mixed with betrayal had taken over his mind as giggles erupted out of his lungs. “Wa-wahahahait- Mahariohoho whahat ahahare yohou-” Luigi hid his face against his brother’s shoulder and laughed into it. “Cohohome ohohohohohon!” Luigi reacted. 

“Listen, this is completely your fault! I’m surprised you trusted me so freely!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi wrapped his arms a little more around Mario and started tickling everywhere on his sides that he could reach. “Cahahan’t tihickle mehehehe ahand thehehen expehehect nohohothing bahahack.” Luigi warned. 

Mario jumped and cackled, wiggling around and struggling to get out of his grip. “eeEEHEHEEEEK! NAHAHAhahahaha! Letmego! Lehet mehehe gohohoho!” Mario giggled helplessly. “Whehehehen dihihid yohohou behecome so plahahahayfuhul?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “Since meeting 999! Speaking of: Are you enjoying this?” Luigi asked, looking at 999 with a smirk on his face. 

999 gurgled and bobbed the top of its body up and down, similarly to a person nodding their head. 

Luigi laughed a bit and turned his brother around so Mario’s back was against his chest. “How about a little bit of this?” Luigi squeezed and skittered his fingers on his sides. 

Mario squeaked and threw his head back, cackling hysterically. “OHOHO NAHAHAHAHA! LUIHIHIGIHIHI IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIIIHEEHEHEHEEHEEE!” Mario yelled at him. “Oh, you’re gonna die?” Luigi asked with a smirk. “Tell me: Would you rather die by my hands? Or by 999’s paws?” Luigi asked. 

Mario hung his head and giggled, wiggling and moving around. “IHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!” Mario told him. 

“Hmmm…Well, I guess it’s either you’re tickled by your brother who’s known you for ages, or you’re tickled by the living embodiment of the tickle monster.” Luigi teased. “And I agree…that’s a hard choice to make.” Luigi teased. 

Mario struggled and wiggled in his arms, unable to stop the endless laughter that left his mouth. It was almost overwhelming how ticklish Luigi’s fingers were capable of being. And it embarrassed him more when he realized how powerless he was compared to his brother. Which, as an older brother, is pretty embarrassing. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP. IHIHIT’S TOOHOO TICKLIHIHIHISH.” Mario pleaded. 

Luigi smirked and looked at 999. “Is it time to stop?” He asked. 

999 slid up to Mario and touched his cheek with its pseudopod before gurgling and cooing. “Awww, 999’s giving you love too.” Luigi teased. 

Mario giggled and curled his neck in as the pseudopod moved itself under Mario’s cheek towards his jawline. Mario’s laughter had died down a little bit while Luigi had been momentarily distracted, allowing Mario to breathe a bit. “Ihihi feeheeheeheel ihihit.” Mario admitted. “Ihihihi feeheeheeheel thehe love.” Mario further explained. 

Luigi looked at 999 as he stopped his fingers altogether, and switched to hugging Mario from behind. “I love you, Mario.” Luigi said, resting his chin on Mario’s shoulder. Mario placed his hand on the side of Luigi’s face, and patted it softly. “Ihi thihihink the euphohohoria is gehetting to be too muhuhuhuch fohor you.” Mario admitted. “Wehehe should leheave.” Mario told him. 

Luigi sighed and smiled softly, nodding his head. “Okay.” He replied. 

He put Mario down and picked up his hat, putting it back on. “Thanks for grabbing my hat.” Luigi told him. 

“No problem.” Mario replied. 

“You ready to go?” Luigi asked. 

Mario nodded and gave 999 one more hug. “Bye 999.” 

999 nuzzled its face into Mario’s cheek…

Luigi watched their interaction excitedly, and giggled as 999 engulfed Mario in its body again. He even laughed as Mario swam around inside 999. He even swam up to the wall of 999, and knocked on the gelatin, waving and smiling at Luigi. Luigi waved back at him, noting the occasional bubbles that would form and rise above Mario. 

Mario reached out of 999’s body, and pulled Luigi into its body with him. Now both the brothers were swimming inside 999! Though they knew they should’ve been leaving, Luigi didn’t care. A couple more minutes with 999 never hurt anybody. He noticed the bubbles forming on his hand, and rising up above his head. He thought it was very cool, and almost pretty. Looking up, he watched as the bubbles rose up, until they popped…only to be followed up by a couple more bubbles…and then a few more…And even more…

Luigi looked down, and widened his eyes in horror: his hands were disintegrating! And every bubble that rose up from his hand, was a fragment of his body! Luigi tried to gasp, but coughed and reached for his throat as he realized he couldn’t breathe while engulfed by 999’s body.

With his hands gone and only his lower arms now visible, Luigi tried to crawl himself out of 999’s body. But this proved to be really difficult, especially when he could see himself losing more of his arms. Looking down, Luigi noticed his feet were completely gone…reduced to white ash-like fragments, while only his upper legs remained. He could feel his lungs convulsing and begging for air as he swam helplessly within 999’s body. This euphoric dream had quickly turned into a horrifying nightmare. 

“Luigi!” He looked at his brother, who was almost completely bubbled into white fragments just like him. Mario reached out with his disintegrating hand, and grabbed his right shoulder, which was still intact. “It’s all gonna be okay!” Mario said to him. 

Luigi widened his eyes as he saw his right eye falling apart from the bubbles. “Mario!” He yelled. “Don’t leave me here alone!” He pleaded. 

“I’m right here!” Mario told him, his right hand now disintegrating as well. “It’s only a nightmare!” His brother repeated. 

Luigi could feel his right eye’s vision fading out as it turned to fragments as well. “M-Mario-” 

Luigi jumped and gasped, suddenly feeling the ability to breathe. His vision was blurry, but he could feel his fear melting the moment he registered the flash of red and the comforting arms around him. He wrapped his arms around Mario as tightly as he could, trying to stop himself from crying. “Mario…” Luigi breathed deeply to try and overcome his restlessness. 

“That sounded like quite the nightmare.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi couldn’t stop the laugh that left his mouth. “It wasn’t a nightmare…well, until the end.” Luigi admitted. “The dream turned so quickly, it was hard to understand.” He admitted.

Mario chuckled. “Is that why I heard laughter from you earlier?” Mario asked. 

Luigi widened his eyes and blushed a bit. “I-I-Uh…” He muttered. 

Mario snickered. “I woke up to you giggling in your sleep. And you kept giggling for a little bit.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi covered his face with his hands. How embarrassing…

“I didn’t wanna wake you at first, cause…you sounded like you were having fun.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi uncovered his right eye awkwardly. “Ihihi was…Wehe were visiting a…creature in a laboratory.” Luigi explained. “Someone had come up with a creature locked in a laboratory, with its file written out on this website.” Luigi explained. “The creature, whether you touched it or sat in the same room as it…it would make you euphoric and happy.” Luigi explained. 

“Aw man…That sounds amazing!” Mario reacted. 

“It was…” Luigi chuckled. “The creature is…like a blob of jello. Only, it’s not jello. The stuff it’s made of, is supposed to be peanut butter?” Luigi explained. 

Mario tittered and snorted. “Ohoho?!” He couldn’t stop the cackles and laughter that left his mouth. “Ihihi have no clue what you’re talking about.” He admitted. “It sounds insane…But I love it.” Mario admitted next. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Near the end though…999 had taken both of us, and we were pretty much swimming in its body…” Luigi let out a breath. “You started disintegrating. We both started disintegrating.” Luigi explained. “I couldn’t breathe. I was drowning and falling apart, but you were speaking to me.” Luigi told him. 

“...What did you hear?” Mario asked. 

“It’s gonna be okay…I’m right here…” Luigi muttered. 

Mario raised his eyebrows. “So you could hear me…” Mario muttered. “Good.” He said. “Because when you started gasping for breath and…shifting in your sleep, I didn’t know what to do. I could tell you were scared, because your movements and reactions were getting worse.” Mario explained. 

Luigi shook his head. Luigi hung his head. 

“When you started muttering my name, that’s when I knew you needed to wake up.” Mario explained. 

Luigi pulled his brother into his arms tightly. “Thank you, Mario.” Luigi told him. 

Mario smiled and hugged him back. “Of course.” He replied. “What are brothers for?” 

He felt Luigi’s grip tighten. Mario smiled a bit and gave his brother’s side a little tweak, making Luigi giggle in the process. 

Mario broke the hug and wiped the tears off Luigi’s face. “Alright, no more crying. It was a happy dream, right? About this creature that’s supposed to make you really happy?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “Yeheah…” 

“Wanna tell me more about it?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded and pulled out his phone, typing [SCP-999] into his phone before showing him pictures and reading the ‘SCP file’ out loud for his brother to listen to. 

[divortion]

Perfumes inspired by Succession (part 1)

TOP ROW (L-R): Number One Boy, Slime Puppy

BOTTOM ROW (L-R): Pinky, First Pancake

[curtsiesandmuses]

ao3 is fucking me up so i’ll post here for the time being. please share with the credits only!!

fandom: hbo succession

ship: roman roy x gerri kellman

themes: it was supposed to be a five times fic but we lower it to three and dont ask questions. precanon + s2 + postcanon. gerri’s practically doing roman character analysis and roman is a slime puppy

It’s 2AM when that happens for the first time — or, at least, that’s how she recalls it an abyss of ten years later. A crazy day filled with Baird’s relatives, hyperactive five graders and “Happy Birthday” pop-tarts was soon to be over, with girls in their beds and Baird hopefully deep in his sleep, and Gerri is cherishing her moment. Any crazy management malfunctions consisting of sleepless nights and Logan throwing laptops at the wall could never stress her out as much as kids birthdays did, but for all she knew she did okay. This one wasn’t a total disaster. Was about time she’d take her mascara off, finish that martini (or what’s left of it), and head to sleep.

Obviously, that’s when the phone rings. How could it not. Gerri takes a long sip and makes up her very own mental kill list, — she will flip Kendall off, she will give Frank a minute to try and talk some sense and flip him off eventually, she will flip Karl off.

”Roman Roy mobile”, her screen confidently says. Gerri likes to think that’s where the problems started.

Roman has always struck her as some twisted middle ground, if that fuckery of a family could ever produce a middle ground. He wasn’t the second Ken, being all over Waystar sniffing cocaine off the executive floor. He wasn’t totally estranged in a different career field (or most literally a field) like Shiv or Connor. Roman was… there, technically. Middle son, various boarding schools, now constantly flying back and forth from California and being a pain in Frank’s ass. Pretty eccentric around the studio. Never missed a corporate retreat. Most information Gerri had on Roman Roy would fit in a nice dry portfolio.

Heavy caged breathing, almost loud enough to disturb the speakers, would not. Sobbing — is he sobbing?

“Gerri. Did they, did I even get the fucking number right? Did they tell you? Are you, like, there yet? You going at all?”

She can physically feel a freezing blow down her spine. He was surely sobbing. Did the old man have a stroke overnight?

“I’m home, Roman. What’s going on?” She tries to balance out the world’s stiffiest question with some softness, too much to her liking, but to no avail.

“Fuck. Fuck! Because I’m dragging my ass all the way from the fucking La-la-land to some hospital, I don’t have the slightest clue where the fuck that’d be, and they didn’t even tell you, and Shiv’s in France for all I know, probably eating a lobster and blowing the cruises dingbat. And dad’s gonna go mental. A great fucking night. They didn’t tell you?”

The shook in his voice is real, and Gerri wishes to believe it’s from the rush: dealing with her own emotions is enough of a challenge, figuring out emotions of a twenty-something nepobaby sounding so broken something sinks down in her ribcage, while knowing so little, is cruel.

“Gerri. Is he, like. Dying?”

Yet, she tries. She puts the glass back on the kitchen sink with a loud, dull noise, she goes for her jacket and the door keys. This fucking job, Gerri thinks. And this fucking family.

“No one is dying, alright? I’ll check on the hospital address and will get back to you. I’ll see you there, Roman.”

*

Surely it was Kendall. Kendall used a bunch and drove his car into an ice cream stand somewhere around Upper Side; smashed the hood, passed out thanks to the airbag and the weight of his own stupidity; the Hosseini kid company didn’t help much. Karolina gets ahold of the situation an hour later, and that’s how Gerri finds out he got away with few broken bones and that the car was apparently Logan’s (a wild and unfortunate combination of factors, if you ask her, but at least Roman’s concerns didn’t live up to be real).

Gerri walks down a hallway and it’s as messy as hospital hallways get: nurses here and there, Shiv’s nervous voice soaking through Karolina’s firm grab (she’s on speakerphone for God knows what reasons), Frank on his phone. She steps into one of the most depressing waiting rooms she’s ever seen and there’s Roman.

Roman is sitting on the floor, head pressed against a couch, eyes closed. An hour isn’t long enough to fall asleep like that, is it? She’s still quiet when sitting down on that very couch. He moves an inch and rests his head against her knee in dead silence.

Not exactly corporate ethics.

“I told you it’s gonna be alright.”

“Yeah, well. He’s one dumb motherfucker.”

The kid’s a mess, after all. Gerri freezes but gives him a moment, — silence, a hand on his forehead, bit of nothing and everything, — and moves out of the picture right before it turns weird.

**

Gerri is reading through an impressive pile of emails when her phone buzzes. And it buzzes some more.

Roman’s been on the trainee programme for three days.

“Roman. What is it?” No deep breaths could help her get through that bullshit, but oh well. Gerri puts him on speaker and tries real hard to concentrate on the legal department’s claims.

“I will literally unalive myself. Not even joking. You have no idea how many rape victims kill themselves per year and this is worse, because that’s mind rape. They have a chainsaw going through my fucking head.”

“You don’t how many rape victims kill themselves per year. How’s that my problem anyway?”

“Yeah, let me think, Professor Fucking Evil. For starters, you sent me.” Roman sounds like he’s about to howl. Gerri hides a smile in her palm and looks around at the office, lights from her lamp playing on glassy walls, her daughters’ framed picture by the computer. Good god, she must look stupid. Nothing about the thing was normal, but Roman Roy had a free pass to everything not-so-normal, and she was genuinely confused at the borders of professionalism and playfulness.

Not unamused though.

“It’s for the better. The outlook back in here is highly positive, Logan’s content, Frank is ecstatic. If I were you I’d strategically choose less whining, more working. Yeah, soldier?”

“Okay, whatever, Herr Gerr. One quality picture would’ve bo-o-o-oosted my work efficiency, just saying.” The line between recent despair in his voice and cat-like audacity is way too blurred.

“Oh, fuck you.”

***

There’s beeps. Some more. Gerri sees him through the matte glass door, back hunched, a red shirt she recognizes from a lifetime before; he doesn’t hang up and stares at the screen. She waits for a split second before hanging up.

Honestly, she’s thankful for not seeing his face.

Gerri thought walking inside is hard but approaching the bar is painful. Roman is gazing at his vodka tonic like there’s some serious answers at the bottom, she breathes in one more and thinks about that nightmare of a company, the work that’s to be done, the way Kendall popped his stitches in that room, the way he stomped all over her twenty five years of work, — not something Gerri would easily forgive, — and the way there’s no saving for these kids. If there was, is it right to drown it in a fucking vodka tonic?

“Hey, rockstar”.

“Hey, molewoman”. A chalk-on-the-board voice. Gerri hesitates for another moment and puts both of her hands over his shoulders.

They stay for a while like that.

[aroacewxs]

prsk characters as random things i was weirdly obsessed with as a kid

ichika: starfall

ok i have absolutely no idea if anybody else knows about starfall but when i was in like grade 1 i grinded the FUCK out of this website. i played every single game i was a master and i feel like ichika would have a similar obsession as a little kid.. to this day i see the little floating pictures in front of me when i close my eyes

saki: shopkins

saki would set up shop in a corner of the field during recess to sell shopkins. because i did that. and i made PROFITS. i was a businessman unearthed

honami: restaurant/facility management games

i was OBSESSED. WITH THESE. LIKE THE GAMES WHERE YOU MANAGE A CAFE OR AN APARTMENT AND THINGS LIKE THAT!!! i feel like honami would experience much joy from having a very organized and productive facility and would get super excited every time she unlocks something new like a recipe

shiho: rabbits

self explanatory. personally, i thought i could become one with the rabbits

minori: kpop

haruka: fairies + rainbow magic

airi: a book series called magic kitten/puppy

unfortunately i was not a rad warrior cats kid and instead read magic kitten and puppy

shizuku: barbie movies

i think shizuku would be a fashion fairytale + secret door enjoyer

kohane: sandbox colour by number

an: light up sneakers

i filmed dance covers in these bad boys. you know an would eat these shoes up bro like she'd be the talk of the town

akito: alan walker

im sorry i. im sorry it was the first thing that came to mind

touya: match 3 games

tsukasa: playmobil

he just looks like one. my playmobil city lore went crazy im telling you

emu: slime

nene: cool math games

nene and rui played fireboy and watergirl together real. nene would also aim to max out different papa's games too and her favourite would be the freezeria or sushiria (sushiria is the hardest one iirc)

rui: team umizoomi

DOES ANYBODY ELSE KNOW THIS SHOW!!!!! i watched a fuck ton of tv when i was little and this was one of my top favourites im serious. i think rui would enjoy the idea of using all these super cool gadgets to help other kids and make the town a happier place <3 he would 100% try to recreate bot for sure

kanade: lyric rewriting

ok i had a weird phase, especially when i was a huge kpop fan where i'd write out the lyrics of a song by hand in pen and underline each lyric with a different coloured marker (each colour represented a different member) and i'd keep all these sheets in an organized binder. something about this resonates with kanade imo

mafuyu: ever after high

i think mafuyu and raven queen parallels exist. they are different but they are there i think

ena: musicaly

mizuki: dress up games

[sweetdees-gf]

The Gang as Succession quotes

Mac- “You look like a dildo dipped in beard trimmings.” – Roman

Charlie-“You little slime puppy.” - Gerri

Dennis-“You’re my boy. You’re my number one boy.” - Logan

Frank- “They call Gil ‘Meth Head Santa,’ because he so rarely delivers.” – Hugo

Dee-“What I think he meant to say was that he wished that Mom gave birth to a can opener, because at least then it would be useful.” – Roman

[prismalitesys]

Welcome to our blog!

We'll be using this alt account to talk about system stuff generally, as opposed to the alts some members have to post about their own things. So first, I'll put together a list and short bio for every member of Prismalite system, in order of appearance, as well as the emojis we'll use to indicate who's talking in a post! If an age is not listed in the bio, the member is approx. the same age as the body. (21) 💎 Garnet: Host and originator. 5'2" 21 y/o She/They lesbian vampire, happily taken. Likes: Her gf, little treats, and games. Blogs: @gemofanenby (SFW) and @gayestgoodestgirl (NSFW 18+ only!) 🌈 Opal: She/They AroAce, relatively weak shapeshifter. Likes: Character creators, trying new things, and occasionally stealing treats/food from whoever's fronting at the moment. Blog: @opalescentflowers (SFW)

⚔️ Cass: 6'7" She/They/He Nonbinary butch lesbian. Human (mostly, her eyes turn gold in moments of high emotion for some reason) Likes: Hardcore music, fellow dykes, historical weapons, and sacrilege. Blog: @sacreligiousbutch (NSFW 18+ only!) 🍑 Peaches: 4'8" She/It/Pup puppygirl. Shifter with 3 forms; demihuman (dog ears and tail), Werewolf, and Puppy (almost completely dog, nonverbal but still sentient) Likes: Physical affection, praise, and being really horny. Blog: @puppywithapeach (NSFW 18+ only!) 👁️ Xavolitas: It/Its Ancient, incomprehensible... thing. (Imagine like, Hermaeus Mora from skyrim mixed with fractals) Strongly dislikes the sensations of being in a human body so almost never fronts. Blog: @youreverydayimmortal (SFW) 💾 [AC-FM7-4038]: 5'7" She/It service android. ID (name) is short for "Android Chassis - Feminine Model #7 - 4038 (unit number)" but doesn't mind being called just AC for short. Likes: nerdy jokes, assisting people, and being friendly. Blog: @robotgirlpowercells (mostly SFW but some NSFW so 18+ only!) 🪵 Grimm: 8' It/They monster, bulky and werewolf-like, has horns/antlers, and its real mouth is hidden in its black fur so at first glance, it looks like the white mask it wears is its actual face. Very calm and quiet, but protective. Likes: quiet affection, the woods, and not being expected to talk much. Blog: @grimmsforest 💧 Blue: Any/All pronouns Slime. Normal form is a knee-height slime (shaped like a terraria slime or similar), translucent and dark blue with a hint of purple dichroism. Human form is androgynous and humanoid with slightly goopy translucent blue hair. Very bouncy, stimmy, and friendly. Blog: @androgynousblueslime 🔥 Lucien: 6'0" He/Him Demon (Yes, from hell. I know it's a lil angsty but that's sorta his thing) Very dark red... "skin" with glowing reddish-orange eyes and teeth. Has short horns and a tail, no wings. Rather abrasive usually, but the rest of us keep him in check. Very aggressive (He formed when the host was listening to DOOM music lmao) but honestly quite sweet at heart. 🪡 Patch: Shapeshifting Any/All pronouns... thing? Its neutral form is a child-sized doll and/or puppet, taking design inspiration from pierrot and harlequin clowns, historical porcelain dolls, and the daycare attendant from FNAF (has nothing to do with the series though). They're even more physically expressive and stimmy than Blue, and somewhat childlike in personality (but not a minor). Enjoys being unsettling and creepy, but isn't malicious. Likes: Horror, gymnastics, and cookies 🎼 Dulcet: She/They Nonbinary, Unsure about appearance, likes to be very chill and casual. Enjoys listening to music and podcasts. Wears a green hoodie and has purple eyes. Blog: @prismalitedulcet 💫Senn: Any/All, They seem to have a role as some sort of an archivist or knowledge-keeper for the system, aware of subconscious things in more detail the rest of us usually aren't. They may also have some level of control over dreams, but they can't really control it yet. As for appearance, what we know so far is that they have 5 eyes, more than one set of arms, and dresses with a star motif ❓ Unsure/In Between/Blurred: Used to indicate when we're unsure who's fronting/speaking. ❗ New/Unnamed Member: Self-explanatory; used to indicate a new member who hasn't settled on a name yet.

[degenerateteenagebeautyqueen]

if you see these mentally disturbed men and identify them as babygirl, i respect you immensely and we should be mutuals.

[bratty-princess01]

100 AgeRe Questions

1🐝 What Age(s) Do You Regress To ~ 3-4

2🍯 Do You Pet Regress As Well / What Animal ~ Yes, Puppy 🐶💕

3🥮 How Long Have You Been Regressing ~ 7 years 🥰

4🐌 Is Your Regression Voluntary, Involuntary, Or A Mixture ~ Mixture🌸

5🐻 What’s Your Personality Like When Regressed ~ Sensitive, quite, sweet but also bratty 😅

6🐴 How Often Do You Regress ~ every night voluntary and sometimes during the day involuntary

7☕ What Helps You Get Into Headspace ~ baby talk and certain shows

8📜 Are You A Baby, Toddler, Or Big Kid Regressor ~ baby/toddler 😅❤️

9🦇 Do Your Likes Change When Regressed ~ yes especially food

10⏳ Do You Have A Baby Voice In Headspace ~ Yesssss🥰

11🍪 What Makes You Instantly Small ~ being picked up and held

12🧋Why Do You Regress ~ It helps with my anxiety and other mental illnesses, it basically makes it feel like they aren’t there and can’t take over.

13🌙 Pink Or Blue ~PINKKK PINK PINK💖

14⭐ Dragons, Unicorns Or Fairies ~ Fairies🧚‍♀️

15☁️ Dinos, Princesses, Space Or Safari Theme ~ Princesses 👑

16💫 Neon, Pastel, Neutral Or Dark Pallets ~pastels please 😊

17🐮 Favorite Regression Clothes ~ onesies 😅

18🌸 Favorite Color ~ PINK!!

19🐭 Do You Collect Stickers ~ No

20🧁 Coloring Book Or Paint By Numbers ~coloring books 🖍

21🍧 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~ playdoh cause I can use the cool thingy that makes the hair !

22🦄 Finger Paint Or Brushes ~ Finger paint 🎨

23🧼 Crayons, Colored Pencils Or Markers ~ Crayons

24☀️ Do You Have A CG / Name For CG ~umm complicated 😅

25🌻 Do You Have A Baby Sitter ~ No

26✨ Do You Have Any Sibbies ~No

27🧺 Do Your Parents Know About Your Regression ~No

28🧋 Favorite Nicknames / Pet Names ~ cutie, baby girl, princess, little one, small baby, pup 😅

29🍕 Ideal Playdate ~ Making a bunch of snackies at home while watching Disney movies as we play board games or do a puzzle!

30🐱 Sleep In Crib Or With CG ~ I’d say CG but I don’t fully have one

31🍼 Favorite Snack ~ freeze dried strawberries 🍓

32🧸 Favorite Juice ~ peach juice 🧃

33🍪 Favorite Icecream Flavor ~ I can’t have ice cream 🥺

34🩹 Favorite Type Of Milk ~ chocy almond milk

35🐶 Sweet, Sour, Spicy, Bitter Or Savory ~sweet like meeee

36🍰 Favorite Dessert ~ cupcakes

37🍦 Favorite Type Of Chocolate ~ dark chocolate

38⏳ Mac & Cheese Or Nuggets ~Mac and cheese 🧀 💛

39🎒 Favorite Movie ~ nightmare before Christmas😌

40🍬 Favorite Cartoon ~ Carebears or Adventure time

41🚀 Favorite Game ~ I don’t have one

42🎀 Favorite Disney Princess ~Belle💛

43⚾ If You Could Have Any 1 Superpower What Would It Be ~ invisibility so I can be really good at hide and seek 😅

44🍄 Anime Or Cartoons ~ anime

45🍓 Favorite Carebear ~ Bedtime bear

46✏️ Shows Or Movies ~ movies

47🐛 Do You Believe In Fairies ~ Kinda

48🐸 Do You Have A Comfort Character ~Kuromi

49🌱 Do You Like Rain At Night ~yes but no thunder

50🦕 Are You Easily Scared ~yes

51🧃 Are You Also A Carer ~no

52🌵 Are You Independent Or Dependent ~dependent

53🍃 What Pulls You Out Of Headspace ~ being around certain people

54🍏 Are You Scared Of Bugs ~YES

55🦝 Favorite Toy Series ~ Monster high dolls

56🚛 Do You Use Pacis ~yes

57🦴 Do You Use Diaps ~no

58🦈 Gear Wishlist ~ I have a long list on Amazon 😅

59🍵 Favorite Regression Item ~Joe my stuffie

60🐾 Sippy Cup Or Bottle ~Sippy cup

61🦊 Oldest Stuffie ~ I’d say joe cause he’s my most/only used

62🎃 Do You Sleep With A Stuffie ~JOEEE

63🔥 How Many Stuffies Do You Have ~Too many to count 😅

64🍂 Newest Favorite Stuffie ~ None cause I’m stubborn and only want joe

65🏵️ Build A Bear, Amusement Park, Or Disney Store ~ amusement park 💖

66🥧 Stuffed Animals Or Dolls ~ stuffed animals

67👽 Do You Have A Bedtime ~ kinda 2:30am 😅

68🍭 Do You Keep An AgeRe Journal ~ yes

69⚡️ Do You Have Rules ~ complicated but like no sadly

70🍥 Blankie Or Paci ~ paci

71🌈 Night Light Or Glow-In-The-Dark Stars ~ night light 💡

72🌿 Bedtime Stories Or Lullabies ~ Bedtime stories

73🎩 Favorite Thing To Do Outside While Small ~ swing set !

74🐵 Favorite Thing To Do Inside While Small ~ cuddle joe in bed

75🦋 Blanket Fort Or Bouncy House ~ blanket fort

76🐯 Stroller Or Walk ~ walk

77🔮 Dress Up Or Tea Party ~ dress up

78🦜 Do You Like The Playground ~of course

79💖 Early Bird Or Night Owl ~ Night owl

80📝 Indoors Or Outdoors ~ indoors are safest

81💕 Warm Or Cold Weather ~cold ❄️

82🦢 Dogs Or Cats ~ doggies

83☎️ Do You Have Any Pets ~no 🥺

84💌 Favorite Animal ~PANDAS

85🍒 Favorite Holiday ~ Halloween 🎃

86🐇 Favorite Season ~ Winter 🥶

87❤️ What’s Your Big Age ~ 21

88🌼 What’s A Nostalgic Place For You ~ Chuck E. Cheese

89🐳 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~ Playdoh 💕

90🐙 Do You Collect Anything ~ horror movie figures

91🐠 Bubble Baths Or Bath Toys ~ bubble bath

92🍑 Are Your Agere Interests More Fem Or Masc ~ Fem

93☔️ Do You Stim More While Regressed ~yes I like to wave my hands a lot

94🎨 Favorite Place To Regress ~ my room

95🧵 Favorite Regression Youtuber ~I don’t have one

96🌈 Favorite Site/App For Regression Community ~ discord/tumblr

97💐 What Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up ~ Mortician

98📒 What’s The Most Nostalgic Electronic For You ~ Gameboy color

99📀 A Toy You Always Wanted But Never Got As A Kid ~ Disney princess vanity

100💡What Is Your Favorite Thing To Learn About In Headspace ~ Space and nature

[crystallineirises]

Golden Globes Live Blog (SPOILERS)

Every single man speaking so far has been irrelevant

I am also *super* stoned right now let's get that out of the way

J. Smith Cameron looks so good first of all (shout out to the Slime Puppy discord for those early photos)

Danielle should take it for black people but I would not be mad for May/December lol

...YAY BLACK WOMEN GO SIS literally haven't heard of the Holdovers but I'm THRILLED and she got to meet Angela oh MAN

*may/december music* IDK anything about RDJ on to the nex

Lenny Kravitz looks HOT it transcends my lesbianism

is that Amanda?? She looks emaciated i hate that unless it's not her which is possible, i didn't unmute in time

JUNO GET IT SIS

Lol Rachel's selfie headshot

Can Ali win it for us YEAH SHE DID

Seventeen years away from the stage lol

Don't know these people on to the nex

wait is that the boy that was on This is Us? The Manny? What the hell is his name oh it doesn't matter

I feel like Jon might take it? Just sensing?

A SWEEP! A SWEEP!

*May/December music*

HERE WE GO IT'S J'S CATEGORY

This is bullshit lol

That deep breath J. took before they announced the winner I SAW THAT AND I FELT THAT

Hannah Waddingham's wink though

My mom "why is everyone's eyes red" LOL CAUSE THEY HIGH AS ME but seriously Ray

This show could be 1 hour without all this bullshit lol

Our other babies let's goooooo

Lol Lucas ain't here

Tom winning the show winning the company winning the Golden Globe

YES THEY LET KIERAN IN AND IS HE NEXT TO J wait no they didn't lol there's someone between them why can't we win

HERE WE GO this category is full of superstars it could go either way I am nervous

YES YES AND YES Jeremy is kinda fine with his lil v neck and his lil subtle chain

These intros are so fucking LONG I do not CARE

I need to smoke so more but I'm waiting until after Kieran's category lol

I love when a movie wins several things and I'm still like..that still looks boring

I can only hope that she just thanked Snoop Dogg lol

Women in comedy on tv let's get into it YUH

AYOOOOOOO it's Ayo AYOOOOOO SWEEP NUMBER TWOOOO

OKAY BABY

MANIFEST even though it's stacked

WE GOT ONE

MY BABY

SUCK IT PEDRO

MY HEART

I AM TOO HAPPY ABOUT THIS

*May/December music*

Do you think that getting super high and watching the Super Mario movie would be fun yes or no

Yeah that makes sense

That love and support look WAS very loving and supportive though

I feel loved and supported

Hey Michelleeee

I like when women walk out holding hands

"and very MUSCULAR" is this gay is this gay

This is gay lol

*May/December music*

Everyone is happy for her like they're friends it's very cute lol

Also love that dress she looks adorable

"okay bye" she was real for that

This Oppenheimer sweep is boring to me but my mom says he's a good actor also this score sounds GOOD

Oh I see that win cause it sound GOOD

This boy looks like every experimental electronic music grad student we used to party with

LENNY still looking fine

Billie got this, right?

Yeaaaaahh boi

THIS AWARD IS DUMB YEAH I SAID IT

Otherwise Barbie wasn't gonna win shit but we like having fun lol

Okay smoked another bowl we BACK IN IT

ISSA IS SHININ

BEEF SWEEP BETWEEN THE BEAR AND BEEF ISSA BEEF SWEEP

it's getting SERIOUS

SWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEPPPPP

"it's so good it's so good. it's one of those shows you watch and while you're watching it it's like...it's so good". - crystallineirises on The Bear

SEEING THE WHOLE CAST UP THERE I WANNA CRY

the restaurant COMMUNITY *snap snap*

i'm so high bruh lol my mom keeps talking to me and i'm like *LOUDLY TALKS ABOUT SHOWS*

she talmbout drapes i do not care hehehe

OH LORD IT'S SARAH'S CATEGORY

CAN WE JUST GET TO IT

Does she have a crush on DuLaPeep can she stop

SARAH WE GON DO THIS

SHIV ROY NATION

MANIFEST

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

EMMY PREP IS DONE

I thought Kieran was gonna climb up there

WE GETTING FUCKED UP TONITTTEEEE

I love that we're following her backstage lol

I hope they let all our babies go on stage I wanna see J. looking hot

WHAT A TIME THAT WAS (era of Succession Sunday)

HAND KISS FOR THE AGES

THANK YOU FOR THAT

J Move your way to our man please

Where he at

Alan Ruck is SMIZING

We do like Roman and Shiv reunited

Greg get outta here

lol TomGregs winning

J IS SO BABY

The Morning Show girlies looking so goooooooood

Jeremy and his lady getting it ON who is that

I do like Kelly Clarkson's wayfair jumpsuit lol

I'm stoned enough that I'll let the commercials play without muting

*May/December music*

get it get it get it get get geti

this j. lo / ben / matt throuple energy is strong??

THE GOLDEN GLOBES HAVE NOT CHANGED *dead emoji*

Wonka got a nomination what

Black man for the win i guess

Paul's alright, does he win stuff? Ah he's won things

Okay where are the afterparty photos THE AFTERPARTY PHOTOS

NICE. Kid graduated from college? NICE.

WOMEN!

GAY WOMEN!

LOOKIN DYKE SERVING CUNT I LOVE IT

I love that Matt and Ben are just like we besties that make movies *kick legs in the air*

MAY/DECEMBER *music*

Also the choice to enter May/December as a comedy is outrageous

Bruce Springsteen is Joni Mitchell for white men and I love it

"Powerful old people" - crystallineiries after seeing Helen Mirren and Harrison Ford talking

"If it's Covid, Paxlovid. BARS!"

I've only seen Maestro so idk lol

YAY CURVY GIRLS

YAY MOMS YAY NON ENGLISH LANGUAGES

I wanna see Leo cry I want single tear

FOR THE PEOPLE

Her beautiful mother *crying emoji*

wooooooowww

MOTHER OTHER MOTHER SISTER AND FRIEND

The makeup and glasses and dress she's everything

I miss hearing her voice all the time

Maestro really was so good

A24 putting in work this year

Sweep SWEEP people like things that go boom

Like your fit Emma!

HANNAH

Meryl looks gorge as usual

Emily SHINING TOO

It's after 8 can we wrap this shit up??

Thank you good night *peace sign emoji*

[astrorahi]

❝ you  little  slime  puppy. ❞

@avamhollis​

Midnight, and Rahi had forcibly pulled his own self away from numbers and sketchbooks in the quiet of his apartment — ultimately finding himself at a lower Manhattan club instead. His requirements are few, and they are simple: that the music is good, and that the drinks are strong. (And attractive crowd wouldn’t hurt, either.) 

He’s working through his second drink, eyeing the people in the room, when one actually addresses him. With one of the weirdest fucking openers he’d heard in a while, too. “I— What?”

[sleepylittlesugar]

1🐝 What Age(s) Do You Regress To ~ 9months-2yr

2🍯 Do You Pet Regress As Well / What Animal ~ yes/puppy

 3🥮 How Long Have You Been Regressing ~ im not sure. i hardly get the chance to

 4🐌 Is Your Regression Voluntary, Involuntary, Or A Mixture ~ mixture

5🐻 What’s Your Personality Like When Regressed ~ shy and cuddly

6🐴 How Often Do You Regress ~ rarely

7☕ What Helps You Get Into Headspace ~ cuddles and having my hair pet

 8📜 Are You A Baby, Toddler, Or Big Kid Regressor ~ baby

 9🦇 Do Your Likes Change When Regressed ~ im not sure

10⏳ Do You Have A Baby Voice In Headspace ~ a little bit

 11🍪 What Makes You Instantly Small ~ getting hugged and called a good boy

 12🧋Why Do You Regress ~ its a mix of comfort and pleasure

13🌙 Pink Or Blue ~ both

14⭐ Dragons, Unicorns Or Fairies ~ Unicorns

15☁️ Dinos, Princesses, Space Or Safari Theme ~ Space and Dinos

16💫 Neon, Pastel, Neutral Or Dark Pallets ~ All except neon

17🐮 Favorite Regression Clothes ~ sadly havent gotten that far XD

18🌸 Favorite Color ~ Purple, hands down

19🐭 Do You Collect Stickers ~ No, but willing to try

20🧁 Coloring Book Or Paint By Numbers ~ Both

 21🍧 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~ Legos

 22🦄 Finger Paint Or Brushes ~ Brushes

23🧼 Crayons, Colored Pencils Or Markers ~ All of them ^^

24☀️ Do You Have A CG / Name For CG ~ Sadly no CG, Usually it ends up being just Mommy/Daddy. I’d be down for whatever they had in mind though

 25🌻 Do You Have A Baby Sitter ~ No

26✨ Do You Have Any Sibbies ~ No

27🧺 Do Your Parents Know About Your Regression ~ NOPE

28🧋 Favorite Nicknames / Pet Names ~ Puppy, Little Prince, Darling, Baby

 29🍕 Ideal Playdate ~ I havent gotten that far but watching a movie or playing with toys in a playpen would super cute

 30🐱 Sleep In Crib Or With CG ~ I’d be down for either

31🍼 Favorite Snack ~ Oreos, i’m an addict to anything oreo

32🧸 Favorite Juice ~ Grape

\33🍪 Favorite Icecream Flavor ~ Oreo

34🩹 Favorite Type Of Milk ~ Strawberry

35🐶 Sweet, Sour, Spicy, Bitter Or Savory ~ Sweet, Savory, and Spicy

36🍰 Favorite Dessert ~ Creme Brulee when big, chocolate cake when little

 37🍦 Favorite Type Of Chocolate ~ Milk chocolate 

38⏳ Mac & Cheese Or Nuggets ~ Both

39🎒 Favorite Movie ~ Goodfellas, definitely a big movie but it has a solid place in my heart.

40🍬 Favorite Cartoon ~ Scooby Doo

 41🚀 Favorite Game ~ The history nerd in me clings to Assassins Creed

42🎀 Favorite Disney Princess ~ Belle and Mulan. Cant pick between those two

43⚾ If You Could Have Any 1 Superpower What Would It Be ~ If we discount immortality then invisibility.

44🍄 Anime Or Cartoons ~ Both

45🍓 Favorite Carebear ~ Not too familiar sadly

 46✏️ Shows Or Movies ~ Both

47🐛 Do You Believe In Fairies ~ Im open to the possibility

48🐸 Do You Have A Comfort Character ~ Not that I can think of

49🌱 Do You Like Rain At Night ~ Yes! Especially when it storms

 50🦕 Are You Easily Scared ~ No, but I twitch and flinch easy

51🧃 Are You Also A Carer ~ Absolutely

 52🌵 Are You Independent Or Dependent ~ Independent when big, dependent when little

53🍃 What Pulls You Out Of Headspace ~ Yelling

 54🍏 Are You Scared Of Bugs ~ If it can sting or its bigger than my palm, then yes

55🦝 Favorite Toy Series ~ Beyblades were a lot of fun

56🚛    Do You Use Pacis ~ Heck yea

 57🦴    Do You Use Diaps ~ Sadly rarely, but its bliss when I can

58🦈   Gear Wishlist ~ Diaps, a paci clip, onesies, and a bottle or sippy cup

 59🍵   Favorite Regression Item ~ Paci

 60🐾   Sippy Cup Or Bottle ~ both

61🦊  Oldest Stuffie ~ It was my teddy Coconut. Was my grandpa’s, then dad’s, then mine

62🎃  Do You Sleep With A Stuffie ~ Any chance I get

63🔥  How Many Stuffies Do You Have ~ Currently 2

 64🍂  Newest Favorite Stuffie ~ Newest is The Yellow Submarine from The Beatles. Just back from Vegas and went to see a performance around them.

65🏵️  Build A Bear, Amusement Park, Or Disney Store ~ Any of them tbh

66🥧  Stuffed Animals Or Dolls ~ Stuffies, dolls kinda scare me. Especially the porcelain ones

67👽    Do You Have A Bedtime ~ No

 68🍭    Do You Keep An AgeRe Journal ~ Wouldnt mind starting one

 69⚡️ Do You Have Rules ~ No, but wouldnt mind if I had a CG

70🍥 Blankie Or Paci ~ both

71🌈 Night Light Or Glow-In-The-Dark Stars ~ Nightlight

72🌿  Bedtime Stories Or Lullabies ~ Lullabies

73🎩 Favorite Thing To Do Outside While Small ~ Explore the woods

 74🐵 Favorite Thing To Do Inside While Small ~ Cuddle and watch tv

 75🦋 Blanket Fort Or Bouncy House ~ Blanket Fort

76🐯 Stroller Or Walk ~ Both

77🔮 Dress Up Or Tea Party ~ Dress up

 78🦜 Do You Like The Playground ~ Yup! Swings are always my fav

79💖 Early Bird Or Night Owl ~ Both, my sleep schedule is awful

 80📝 Indoors Or Outdoors ~ Indoors

 81💕 Warm Or Cold Weather ~ I prefer a sweet middle ground

82🦢 Dogs Or Cats ~ Dogs

 83☎️ Do You Have Any Pets ~ No

84💌 Favorite Animal ~ Ravens lately have my interest

 85🍒 Favorite Holiday ~ Halloween

86🐇 Favorite Season ~ Fall, perfect weather there

87❤️ What’s Your Big Age ~ 21

 88🌼   What’s  A Nostalgic Place For You ~ Theres an old mall that got shut down and torn up. It was really prominent when i was little

89🐳 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~ Legos

90🐙 Do You Collect Anything ~ Trading cards (Yugioh/Magic/Pokemon), Video games and consoles, and movie memorabilia 

 91🐠 Bubble Baths Or Bath Toys ~ both

92🍑 Are Your Agere Interests More Fem Or Masc ~ its a decent mix I think

93☔️ Do You Stim More While Regressed ~ Not sure

94🎨 Favorite Place To Regress ~ At home in my bedroom

95🧵 Favorite Regression Youtuber ~ Havent gotten that far XD

96🌈 Favorite Site/App For Regression Community ~ Tumblr is pretty nice

97💐 What Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up ~ Self employed doing the stock market

98📒 What’s The Most Nostalgic Electronic For You ~ Nintendo 3DS and the PS2

99📀 A Toy You Always Wanted But Never Got As A Kid ~ Always wanted more Bakugan but only had 1

100🪐 What Is Your Favorite Thing To Learn About In Headspace ~ Never got that far XD