#on god ill eat my boots

[nerfpuncher]

Hits Blunt

This Dark Trooper is Fives.

[soplapinga]

Casually dropping I'm thinking of doing a Husk costume and going as him for carnival in front of my bf to see if he tags along as Angel (he has been talking about lowkey wanting to go as him for like a week) ☝️

[firelise]

i pray theres a part iii and its a rock album lord, she really walked into the studio one day and said "Oh, all these lil genres they not letting Black people win shit in even tho they INVENTED the genres?? These are MINE, I'm taking my shit back, thank you 💅🏾"

[hyperactively-me]

It's cliché, but what if reader caught flu in Kastron? Idk why but to me it looks like country in the north, yk, cold and stoic king and queen from the land of sun. But my point is, reader gets sick, so sick that she collapses and everybody freaks out because they think it might be poisoning of their queen

omg i love this idea so much

Your home kingdom had never experienced winters like the kind in Kastron, where the seasons were known for their harshness and the relentless snowfall that blanketed the land. Back home, there was no snow in the winter season, just gray skies and cold air. But, here in Kastron, the winters were relentless. Feet of snow would pile up and snowstorms would overtake the kingdom. On a particularly calm day, you decided to go for a walk out on the palace grounds, just to explore the snow. 

You ventured into the icy wilderness that surrounded your palace. Your homeland had never experienced such a breathtaking winter wonderland, and you were determined to explore every inch of it. That morning, you had pulled on some boots, wrapped yourselves in furs and coats and pulled on some thick gloves. You slipped out of the palace without letting anyone know, wanting to be left to your own devices. You wanted quiet alone time, anyway. You had been slaving away in the study most days now that it was too cold to go outside. 

As the day wore on, the cold began to gnaw at your bones, and you reluctantly decided to return to the warmth and comfort of the palace. That evening, as you lay in bed, an unsettling chill settled over you. 

When morning came, you awoke to a stifling bug in your throat. Your throat was scratchy, your nose congested, and your body ached from your trek through the snow. Weak and feverish, you summoned your strength to fulfill your duties for the morning. It was a battle getting dressed and ready for the day, your eyes drooping with an exhaustion that only comes from illness. 

As the day progressed, you found yourself wrapped in your readings when Simon had let himself into the study.

“It’s lunchtime,” he says, pulling your book from your hands. 

“Ah, I suppose it is,” you say, sniffling ever so slightly.

Simon accompanied you as you made your way to the dining hall for lunch. The aroma of hearty seasonal foods filled the air, but your appetite had abandoned you. The weight of your illness pressed upon you, and you shivered with chills. You let Simon pull your chair out for you, and you practically drop into the seat as you sit down. 

As you attempted to eat, the sickness tightened its grip. Shivers wracked your body, and sharp muscle and body aches made every movement painful. Dizziness washed over you, the sickness engulfing you entirely.

“Simon—” you slur. 

With a feeling of overwhelming sickness, you collapsed at the table, and the world around you faded into darkness as you lost consciousness.

. . . 

You don’t know how long you’ve been out for. Your consciousness swirled in the darkness, fading in and out. As awareness slowly crept back, you found yourself lying on something soft. It was very nice, very plush, more comfortable than your own bed. Your eyes flutter open, your eyelids feeling heavy. You were in a dimly lit room, the soft glow of candlelight flickered, casting shadows along the dark walls. 

“Thank God you’re awake,” a voice whispers, relief evident in his voice.

“She’s awake,” a different voice yells out, and you groan from the volume. 

“Go fetch the doctor.”

Weak and disoriented, you managed to speak, your voice hoarse and feeble. “What… happened?”

You fully open your eyes now, blinking away the fuzziness from your vision. Simon is sitting in a chair next to the bed. Two guards stand watch at the door. You look back at him, his balaclava is gone. His worry etched deep lines across his features, a frown present on his face. His hand gently rested on yours, his touch reassuring.

“Where am I?” you ask.

“My chambers,” he says gently, his hand squeezing yours lightly. 

You try to push yourself to sit up, but his hand reaches to gently push you back down. 

“No, no, lay down.” 

You take a look around the dimly lit room, noting the sparse decoration of the large room. “What happened?” you ask again, letting him nudge you back down to resting. 

Simon's expression remained somber as he recounted the incident. “You collapsed at the dining table during lunch.”

“Oh.”

“We thought you were poisoned,” he added solemnly, shifting in his seat. “Specifically, we thought your food was poisoned.” 

A shiver ran down your spine as Simon's words settled in. Poisoned? It was a disconcerting thought, even in your fevered state. “Poisoned?” you repeated, your voice filled with confusion and worry.

Simon nodded, his eyes locked onto yours. “Yes, there was a moment of panic. But after an examination, it was clear that it wasn't poison. The doctors said you’ve contracted the flu.” 

Relief washed over you at the revelation. The idea of poison had been unsettling, but the flu, while serious, was something that could be managed and treated. You couldn't help but wonder how a simple walk in the snow had led to such a dire situation.

“The flu,” you mumbled, still feeling disoriented.

Simon's grip on your hand tightened, and he offered a reassuring smile. “Yes, the palace doctors have been attending to you. They said that you’ll make a full recovery in a week or so.”

You’re both quiet for a moment.

“I feel like it's fair to mention that there may still be talk that you’ve been poisoned, but we’re currently trying to quell the rumors.”

You let out a weak sigh and nodded.

“Thank you, Simon,” you whispered, feeling grateful for his presence and care. It was sweet, seeing him like this. Genuinely concerned. Caring. Thoughtful. It warmed your heart. 

Just then, the palace doctor entered the room, carrying an assortment of remedies and a concerned expression. They began to examine you, asking questions about your symptoms and carefully checking your vitals. 

As the days went by, you remained in Simon’s chambers, isolated to give you privacy and much needed rest and quiet. Every night, he would leave, off to sleep in a different room. During this time, you spent countless hours talking to Simon.  

“Are you sure I can stay here?”

“I’m quite sure.”

“I– I’ve taken over your whole room, though,” you try to argue. You feel bad for monopolizing Simon’s quarters, especially whilst being sick. You shift under the blankets and cushions. 

“If I didn’t want you in my room, I wouldn’t have carried you here myself.” His voice held a tone of finality. 

During this time, you spent countless hours talking to Simon, strengthening the growing bond between you two. His loyalty and devotion had been unwavering throughout this ordeal, and you couldn't help but start to feel like your connection to him was strengthening.

“I brought you some books,” he says one day, carrying a stack of books in his arms. 

You immediately perk up, pushing yourself up your pillows. 

“So sweet of you,” you praise, clapping your hands with a smile.

He blushes slightly. “I think you’ll like these,” he says, setting the books down on the bedside table. You eagerly scan the titles and covers. It was clear that he had put a lot of thought into selecting them for you. 

“You really knew which ones I would like,” you said, genuinely touched by his considerate gesture.

Simon smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting genuinity. “I've been paying attention,” he replied softly.

You smile at his words, appreciation running through you.

More days passed, and the doctors administered treatments and provided you with nourishing soups and herbal remedies. Slowly, but surely, your strength began to return, and the flu loosened its grip on your body.

“I’m finally starting to feel better, Simon,” you said one morning, pushing the covers off your body. 

“That’s good,” he nods. “Very good.” 

You push yourself off the bed, standing in front of him for a moment. 

“Hey– are you sure you’re okay to stand–?” 

You flashed Simon a reassuring smile as you stood on your own two feet, feeling a sense of triumph over the illness that had kept you confined to his bed for what felt like an eternity.

“I'm sure,” you replied confidently, though your legs wobbled slightly under the weight of your hardly used legs. “I've been itching to get up and move around for so long now.”

Simon, still concerned, extended his arm toward you. “Just in case,” he said, offering you support. Gratefully, you accepted his arm.

With a sudden burst of confidence, you gently pull Simon to stand in front of you. His brows furrowed in confusion. However, before he could voice his curiosity, you wrapped your arms tightly around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

Simon's initial confusion melted away as you pulled him into your embrace. His arms soon encircled you in return, and you both held each other close. It was a hug filled with unspoken words, a silent confirmation of the connection that had developed between you when you were sick.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper, pressing your cheek against his chest.

Simon's arms tightened around you, and he rested his chin on top of your head. 

“It’s not something I would ever think twice about,” he replies, voice warm.

You look up at him. 

“I appreciate that, I really do. I would do the same for you,” you say quietly, running your hand up and down his back. 

Simon smiles down at you, his eyes filled with affection. “I know you would,” he says softly, his thumb gently stroking your back.

You nod, your heart feeling lighter.

- - - - -

(masterlist)

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Weiss: We need to get you something casual to wear. Even I don't just have dresses. I have skirts, and jeans and yoga pants.

Jaune: What's wrong with this shirt? It's cotton. It's comfortable.

Weiss: You don't have any other shoes just those heavy boots.

Jaune: What's wrong with my boots? They're comfortable and I know if I have to I can crush somebody's skull with them.

Weiss: Besides the fact they are on my new coffee table? Get some slippers, sandals, or tennis shoes and I'll let the shirt and pants go.

Jaune: I have jeans...

Weiss: One pair? I've seen your closet. Face it. You've gone all hunter with no relaxation.

Jaune: I sleep shirtless in gym shorts. Are you complaining about that? It's not typically something a loving wife tells their husband. 'Put on more clothes.'

Weiss: You also only have one pair of gym shorts. You're so military it would make a Spartan cringe. It's not like you don't have the money for clothes.

Jaune: I've been busy.

Weiss: But now you're not.

Ruby: Ooh! We should dress him up!

Jaune: What am I? A doll?

Weiss: It's settled then.

Jaune: Settled how? Since when are we putting things to a vote. That's not allowed. Everyone has to be onboard.

Ruby: Get democratized.

Weiss: What happened to your onesie? At least you had that. At least it existed even if I am glad you just sleep in gym shorts.

Ruby: Your chest is nice to sleep on. How is it soft and hard at the same time? But we aren't hoofing it around anima anymore and you're not clawing your way back to Vale. Let us dress you up.

Jaune: Again like a doll?

Ruby: Yeah. But you're our doll. Please? For me?

Jaune: *makes the mistake of looking into her eyes, gets up with a sigh*

Weiss: We don't mean right this minute. Good gods.

Jaune: *sits back down* You know where to find me.

Weiss: You have to teach me how to do that Ruby.

Jaune: You both do that to me. You looked at me, folded your arms, and told me to get a psychiatrist and I did.

Weiss: True. But there’s something special about the way Ruby says ‘please? For me?’ Isn’t there? She does it to me too. She’s like ‘I know you like this color of paint for the bedroom but I like this one. Won’t you agree to it? For me?

Ruby: *has this look of 'who? Me? I'm not familiar*

Jaune: As far as I’m concerned you both cheat hard and ruthlessly. How often do you walk around singing in the kitchen while you’re making coffee? You cheat. You both do. You both do it as much as you can get away with and that’s quite a lot. And what am I supposed to do? I’ve got nothing. I have neither defense or offense.

Weiss: How is doing things you love cheating? I happen to sing while I’m doing chores. That’s for me. If you happen to like it, then that is on you. I am talking about how Ruby actively uses her charms to get us both to do what she wants.

Jaune: And I’m just saying you’re not innocent. As soon as you found out it turns me on when you sing you started singing at me all the time.

Weiss: Okay. I did do that.

Jaune: Bangarang. And everyone in this house knows that Ruby just looks up at you with those big silver eyes and asks nicely and gets her wishes granted. Everyone knows that. Especially Ruby. She knows we can’t help ourselves and she knows that we know that she knows. But there’s nothing to be done. What am I going to do to get what I want?

Weiss: You don’t want anything though. You don’t really care what color the annex office gets painted. You hardly care what you eat for dinner. You could probably eat the same thing every day without complaint.

Jaune: That’s exactly what I used to do at Beacon until you moved in with me. I ate the same thing every single day. And you know what? I liked it.

Weiss: You’re schizophrenic. You have to stop with these mentally unwell behaviors. That’s a part of fighting back against your illness. It’s not enough to just take the meds.

Ruby: Yeah, that’s a sign of mental unwellness… You should eat different things…

Jaune: Exactly how long term am I supposed to be thinking here?

Weiss: *Smacks his chest gently with the back of her hand*

Ruby: *much less flirtatiously and aggressively hits the inside of his thigh*

Jaune: And you both abuse me.

Weiss: Oh shut up.

Ruby: Big baby.

[bimrsadler]

For something nasty? Low Honor!Arthur with an F!reader in a scenario that leads to either dub-con or con-nonconsent (your choice) because she's physically ill somehow? Maybe vulnerable to Arthur due to a bad showdown/gunshot or just wrong place wrong time? Sounds weird I bet dfjblg but if you do do this, ty!!

In A Bind

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Word count: 3,000

Warnings/tags: nsft, con-noncon, lots of dirty talk, d/s themes with bratty reader, rough oral (m receiving), rough sex, unprotected piv, creampie, light degradation, LH Arthur, established relationship/consent

Summary: after a failed robbery lands you in a Rhodes jail cell, Arthur comes to spring you but finds he can kill two birds with one stone in the process

Notes: this is just 3k words of smut basically lol, also my first time writing cnc so I kept it on the lighter side (plus even LH Arthur would never go further than that imo) but that being said if cnc of any kind is an ick for you - don’t read

Twiddling your thumbs in the quiet jail cell, you watched shadows from the trees outside as they danced on the wall — wishing desperately you hadn’t gotten yourself into this mess.

Arthur would no doubt be unbearable about it, with his sarcastic tsk tsks and I told ya so’s as he stood tall with his hands on his gunbelt, shit-eating grin wide and proud on his face. But dear God, as much as he could drive you crazy, he charmed you to death as he did.

It had been some time now since Sheriff Gray stumbled outside on “business,” clearly drunk on the moonshine the boys had recently recovered.

Unfortunately he had been sober enough to chase you down after a stagecoach robbery gone south the day before.

The bullet he fired grazed your leg and spooked your horse, stirrup catching around your ankle and twisting it as you hit the ground hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.

You were given cloth to tie around it and you’d seen worse, but it would put you out of commission for a few days.

Eventually the heavy footfall of boots on the wood floor broke the silence as Arthur came into view. Sauntering over with that stupid grin and familiar stance — he stopped in front of your cell and laughed.

“Well, well…quite a predicament you got yerself in missy,” after a pause and lazy scratch of his short beard he continued condescendingly. “I told ya not to go pokin’ ‘round where ya ain’t ‘sposed to.”

“I’ll poke around wherever I goddamn please, Mr. Morgan,” you stated unabashedly.

He raised his eyebrows and scoffed (smug taunt), “and look where that’s got ya.”

“I saw an opening and I took it. Care to tell me how many times Hosea and Dutch have rescued you over the years?”

“Lotta tough talk from a little lady stuck in a jail cell, don’tcha think?”

Arthur leaned closer to the bars and lowered his voice, “way I see it, you oughta choose yer next words carefully seein’ as I’m the only one who can help.”

Ignoring his vague threat you gestured towards his chest, “I think that silly little badge you’ve been wearing is going to your head. I can take care of myself.”

“That so? You ain’t foolin’ me. I could see that little shiver when I walked in, and yer still breathin’ fast. From where I’m standin’?”

Arthur reached through the bars to caress your cheek, a gesture in stark contrast to his deep and rough drawl. “Ya look like a rabbit caught in a trap.”

He slowly moved his hand along the growing length in his jeans, palming languidly at the sight of you sweating. “Now…what’re ya gonna do fer me if I let ya out? Seems fair don’t it?”

Astounded with his audacity you scoffed, “my leg’s hurt, the hell do you expect me to be able to do?”

Arthur responded without missing a beat, “ya can kneel right? Yer mouth ain’t hurt is it?”

“Pig,” you sneered as you crossed your arms in protest.

He chuckled darkly at your insult, rubbing himself harder. “Ya can lie down and open them pretty legs for me can’tcha?”

“I think you’re all talk, tough guy. Why don’t you come in here and make me?”

Arthurs eyes studied your face as you tried not to break your showing of defiance. You were going to make him fight for it as long as you could.

He was surprisingly agile for such a large man, giving you no time to react before your wrist was trapped in his much larger, much more powerful hand.

“C’mon asshole, knock it off.” Swearing under your breath and trying to pull away did nothing as he tied your wrists around the cool metal bars with his bandana.

“Quit squirmin’ and get on yer knees.”

You leaned in as close to the outlaws face as you could against the bars and spoke in a daring whisper, “ya deaf? I said, you’re gonna have to make me.”

Arthur placed a powerful hand on the shoulder opposite of your hurt leg and pushed. Even at his gentlest he was exceptionally strong, barely needing to use any of his strength to urge you down.

Freeing himself from the confines of his pants, he stroked his twitching cock inches from your face and thumbed your lower lip with his other hand.

You turned your head away from him defiantly, contempt clear on your face.

“Ah ah, what’s the matter princess? Too good for this? You’ll be cryin’ my name in no time, that’s a promise.”

“You wish.”

“Quit stallin’ now or you’ll be stuck in here even longer.”

Placing his forefinger and thumb on your chin he moved you to face him, broad figure towering above you as he waited for your warm mouth.

Positioning himself between the bars in front of you, he prodded your lips apart with the head, urging his hips forward as you took him further.

Arthur let out a long, groaning sigh. “That’s it, take it darlin’.”

He was slow at first, pushing to the back of your throat gently as you adjusted your lips to his girth; twirling your tongue around the tip and hollowing your cheeks along the shaft.

Glancing up you saw Arthur’s arms extended above him, hands white-knuckling the bars and eyes sealed shut it bliss. Every light thrust he made was accompanied by a sharp breath or husky groan.

Feeling ashamed, you realized the sight and sensation made your pussy absolutely throb — it was already becoming difficult to pretend you didn’t want this.

Small moans traveled up your throat and vibrated around his cock as you bobbed your head eagerly; shifting on the floor and squeezing your knees together to accommodate the uncomfortable arousal.

Always keen on your body and its responses to him, Arthur grinned and sucked the air through his teeth. “See? I knew you wanted this, I bet yer soaking through to the floor just from suckin’ on me. That right?”

You were dangerously close to giving into your lust drunk stupor, to rambling and moaning with spit hanging off your chin; though you couldn’t give him the satisfaction without a fight just yet.

You pulled your head back and away to remove him from your mouth, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. “Lotta talk for someone who was about to come in ten more seconds.”

“We’ll see if yer still sassin’ me like this when ya can’t walk tomorrow. Now, I asked you a question woman.”

You batted your lashes and smirked, “that’s funny, I don’t recall hearing a question. All I could hear was you whimpering.”

Gathering a fistful of your hair Arthur pushed into your mouth and to the back of your throat, causing a gag as your nose met his chestnut curls. The thrusts were rough and sloppy now, his soft whines turning into primal, teeth gritting grunts.

“Tired a hearin’ you talk girl, yer mouth’s better at this anyway,” you looked up at his crooked smile, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth.

“Now…fuck — let’s try this again. I bet yer soaked just from havin’ my cock in yer mouth, ain’t that right?”

Arthur pulled out quickly to let you respond — and to catch your breath.

“Yes,” you mewled and panted, unable to stifle your dizzying lust. “I’m so goddamn wet right now.”

Arthur laughed smugly as he fished for something in his pocket, “that’s what I thought.” Revealing the cell keys he let himself in and closed the door behind him.

Still tied to the bars, Arthur circled around you slowly as his eyes traveled along every inch of you. For the first time you truly did feel like a rabbit caught in a trap.

“Can ya stand?”

Your replied nervously, “I think so…”

“Then do it…” His snarl was dark and harsh and sent a shockwave straight to your core.

He felt dangerous and you felt cornered.

Gently pulling yourself upright Arthur allowed you to test the waters. Putting pressure on your ankle, you found that the pain was a quiet whisper compared to the aching arousal between your legs.

He approached slowly, boots thudding next to you as the scent of leather and tobacco was carried with it. He opened the front of your dress forcefully to slip a hand inside, squeezing and massaging your breast with his cock twitching at your side.

“Can’t let an opportunity like this pass me up can I?” His pulling and pinching of the pert peak made your hips roll at the air.

Moving behind you, Arthur placed his hands on your hips and rutted his hardness against the soft fabric over your backside with shallow breaths.

You spoke in a breathy plead, “haven’t I given you enough yet Morgan?”

“Hardly. You think that pretty little mouth a yers was all I wanted?”

Pressing himself tight against you he dragged the flat of his hand along your mound possessively. “I deserve this tight cunt too don’t I?”

He tilted your head backward against his chest to look up at him, his other fingers tightening along your slit — pressing into the soaked undergarments. “Don’t I?”

You nodded with a lick of your lips, not wanting to say it out loud but left helpless to his appetite.

The outlaw brought his lips close enough to your ear that you felt the scratch of his stubble as he spoke, “good girl.”

Bending you forward, Arthur made your lower half bare to him, wetness glistening invitingly. Without warning he entered you with three of his sizable fingers, immediately motioning inside of you.

“So fuckin’ wet for me girl, thought you didn’t want this huh?”

All you could muster was a weak moan, focusing instead on the ebb and flow already increasing in your abdomen, the lewd sound of Arthur working your walls, the absolute debauchery and how good it made you feel.

“Got nothin’ to say now do ya? If you wanna come I better hear it.”

Arthur suddenly removed his fingers, leaving you desperate at the sudden hollowness.

The digits instead roughly penetrated your mouth, making you suck them clean of your juices. “Taste that? That’s what I do to ya girl, may as well jus’ admit it.”

“Now…beg for it.” he asserted harshly as you whined around his fingers. The palm of his other hand collided with your ass, leaving a hot sting. “Ain’t playin’ girl. Beg. Or I’ll take what’s mine and go.”

And this is what you wanted. For Arthur to tell you off and take you, to make you beg and turn you into jelly. The shame was merely an afterthought now that your carnal body had taken over.

“Please Arthur,” you swayed your ass and rolled your hips. “Please — let me come.”

Another playful slap landed on your backside as he stuffed his fingers inside of you once more, “yer lucky yer so goddamn gorgeous.”

You felt his other hand move to your sensitive bud, rolling in circles as he fingered you. “C’mon now, lemme feel how bad you want it.”

Obscene noise and filthy words filled the cell and ushered in your peak, waves of fluttering giving way to squeezing pulses around Arthur’s fingers.

Crying out your body fell forward, shaking and spent.

Giving you no time to recover, Arthur spread your swollen and sensitive lips as he entered you, flush with your ass and twitching in your core, a relieved groan escaped his lungs.

“Fuck…Arthur!”

“You can take it sweetheart…you can take it.”

As wet as you were — and as wet as he always made you; there was still a sweet sting as you adjusted to his girth. But Arthur was not patient today.

His iron grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you from collapsing as he pistoned in and out of you, pushing the air from your lungs with each thrust.

“Someone,” you fought through the stuttered breaths, “stop — someone could come in!”

“Oh but you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Arthur pulled your hair and rode harder. “You’d like the whole town to see what a little whore y’are, ain’t that right?”

Arthur slowed his pace to a long, languid grinding. “Let ’em watch, then they’ll know yer all mine.”

His substantial hand travelled slow down your spine, almost lovingly. You had a feeling this wasn’t part of the act.

“No one else gets to touch you like this — take you like this.”

Your breath hitched in your chest at Arthur’s words, injured ankle faltering slightly. Taking notice he untied you from the cell bars and laid you face down, flat on the cot.

Now that you were more comfortable, his demeanor snapped back to dominance.

Arthur’s hands pawed roughly at your ass, fingernails digging in as he rutted against your dripping slit.

You couldn’t help but grind your mound against the thin mattress and ass along the bottom of his shaft, the time for feigning disinterest long gone.

“Give it to me,” you pleaded against the thin pillow, losing all composure.

Keeping your legs together Arthur once again entered you, the sting no lesser in this tight position. “Look atcha, ain’t even hidin’ that ya want it anymore.”

Arthur’s broad torso encompassed you as he hovered above your back, repeatedly slamming into your heat with hot, wanton breaths against your ear.

Pressed into the mattress you listened to Arthur’s breathing become ragged and felt his body stiffen, all signs that he was close.

In one swift movement he pulled out to flip you on your back, pinning your wrists above your head as he plunged back into you.

“Wanna look at that pretty face while I fill you up. You want it?”

You turned your head to the side, feeling your body flush with heat from the intimacy of his words — of his future actions.

“Yeah you do,” Arthur leaned into your neck, sucking and biting at the tender flesh above your collarbone.

You couldn’t help but grind against him as he bucked into you, much to his delight. “Such a dirty girl, knew you wanted it. Coulda just enjoyed it sooner if ya weren’t such a goddamn brat.”

Lacing your fingers through the honey locks pressed against his forehead in sweat, you tugged gently while dragging the nails of your other hand down his back.

Arthur winced with a proud smile, “gonna empty myself inside ya.” He paused with a bite of his lip and groan, “I’ll be drippin’ down yer thighs and all over that nice dress…”

You could feel his cock flexing inside your heat, talking himself into a frenzy with each passing second.

Falling on top of you as his climax took over, Arthur moved in for a heated kiss; the first since he walked through the door.

Pressing deep inside you his hips moved in shallow jerks while painting your walls. A single, honest groan released from his mouth into yours, turning into whimpering shudders as his tongue roamed.

Arthur laid his forehead on the pillow beside you with a quiet expletive as you both took a moment to catch your breath.

Stirring slowly you felt his calloused hands running down your calf and toward your ankle. “Y’okay?” He gently ran his thumb over the swollen skin, “I can go take care of that bastard, don’t give a damn if he’s the Sheriff.”

“I’m okay, handsome.”

“Good. Ya know, ya didn’t need to get yerself arrested to get me to uh,” he grinned with a chuckle, “well…fuck ya like this.”

Playfully slapping his chest you exclaimed, “you know I didn’t do this on purpose!”

“I dunno, yer a pretty wild woman. I wouldn’t put it past ya.”

“Shut up,” you teased.

Arthur was rough around the edges but you trusted him. After many mornings of trying to keep quiet in the tent, humid nights shared at the Flat Iron lakeside, sweating and entwined with praises and whispers; you couldn’t help your lust drunk confessions. Wanting excitement and thrill, to do things the other hadn’t done with anyone else.

“So was it…thrillin’ enough for ya then?”

“That and then some, cowboy.” You ran your hand across his bulky chest. “What’d you think?”

“That it’s the hottest — and craziest thing I ever done,” he laughed and squeezed your ass playfully. “And on that note we should get goin’ ’fore anyone comes back.”

As the two of you began making sure you were decent, you inquired, “won’t Sheriff Gray put it together that it was you who broke me out?”

“He’s drunk as Uncle on a Saturday night sweetheart, he won’t even remember I was here.”

Arthur paused as his tone grew stern, “really though, what were you thinkin’? You gotta be more careful.”

He was right, but his pension for being overprotective and pushy in these situations felt unnecessary after an injury and arrest. “Most of the gang’s been in jail or tights spots at least once, comes with the territory.”

He taunted, “maybe, but what if I ain’t around to rescue ya next time?”

“I could’ve broken out myself. Wouldn’t be hard to seduce a nervous old deputy anyway,” you winked.

“Ain’t funny.”

“Well quit givin’ me a hard time then.”

“Alright alright, let’s get ya outta here.” Arthur wrapped his arm around your waist as he ushered you through the back of the jail, supporting you through your slight limp.

Before he helped you up on his horse you planted a quick kiss to his cheek, “thank you, Arthur.”

He shrugged dismissively in response but the rosey tint forming on his face didn’t go unnoticed. “C’mon now, let’s get you home and get that leg better.”

[natspookie]

fearless

inspired by sam and monica on tiktok hehe natasha romanoff x fem reader :))

☆ summary : tony challenges natasha to prank you by judging you the worst way possible, your taylor swift concert outfit.

☆ a/n, i switch to “y/n” and “you” every now and then soooo thats the same thingy and i haven’t written in a longggggg time and not proofread

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It had been y/n’s birthday last week when Natasha surprised her with floor standing tickets to Taylor Swift, or “mother” as y/n says. Since then, y/n had been talking non-stop about what to wear since the concert was already the next week.

Sat on the compound’s stool eating her sandwich with some Avengers while you were training, the topic of the concert came up.

“Hey Nat, why don’t you prank y/n about her outfit being bad?” Tony prompted from the fridge, raising a glass of water to his mouth.

“Now why would I do that?” Natasha raised a brow, looking up from some book she was reading, recommended by y/n.

“C’mon sestra, didn’t you say you’ve always wanted to prank someone?” Yelena chimed from the couch with her Nintendo.

“I don’t even know what she’s going to wear and she’s been so excited about this concert” Natasha frowned

“You’re too soft for Y/n” Tony laughed taking a seat beside her

“i’m not!… Ok maybe a little” Natasha groaned standing up… This couldn’t be too bad, right?

The day of the concert and the prank itself, Natasha had an internal fight whether she could do this but the teasing face of tony flashed her mind, she could do this.. just this once.

natasha was wearing a black tanktop and your taylor swift cardigan since you insisted it was unacceptable to show up to a taylor swift concert without much thought, not that natasha minded giving into your pleas.

she sat on the couch in your guys’ shared room when you walked out the bathroom wearing a white dress that flowed down with flowers embroidered at the bottom (wanda helped you with that), high white boots, glitter all over your face, and the number 13 on your hand.

natasha thought you never looked better.

“you’re wearing that to the concert?” Natasha questioned as you walked to the dresser, already feeling this was a bad idea

“Yeah!” Natasha looked the outfit up and down with a straight face

“It’s Taylor Swift fearless with the grammys thing at the bottom! you dont see it?” you twirled around with a smile. Natasha was close to calling off the joke when she saw that smile.

But one thing everyone knew about Natasha was she was not one to back out on something.

“you don’t like it” Y/n said defeated with a frown at the lack of Natasha’s response

“i can change it you want? i have the reputation outfit at the back of my closet” you sniffled walking back to the closet when natasha jumped off the couch and hugged you from behind

“nooo! my love im sorry it was a prank, i love it” natasha mumbled against your neck pressing apology kisses

“are you serious, nat?!? that’s not funny” you huffed but by your tone she knew you weren’t that mad

“Im sorry im sorrryyy ill buy you that merchandise you wanted” natasha resorted to bribery

you stayed quiet for a moment

“the blue crewneck?” you turned your neck to look at natasha “all of the ones you want”

“really?!? oh my god let’s go before the line gets long!” you dragged natasha out of the room before she stopped you “honey you forgot the tickets and shoes” natasha laughed as you sprinted back to the room “got em! lets go!”

natasha ended up talking for you the next morning as you lost your voice and were extremely worn out.

she also ended up stealing (borrowing in natasha’s terms) your crewnecks and oversized taylor shirts. as much as you loved them, you knew deep down they looked better on natasha and didn’t mind.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

For the stepdaughter and daemon fics I was kind of hoping she was just faking falling in love with him to manipulate him. I was hoping and rooting for her to still go back with aemond lol.

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Dark!Stepdaughter!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

summary: She was just faking falling in love with him to manipulate him. I was hoping and rooting for her to still go back with Aemond

Word count: 1,1K

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, manipulation, infidelity

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

"You look so beautiful, my love" Daemon complimented kiss up your neck. You grinned at him through the mirror placing your hands over his on your belly that has just emptied from your sixth child.

"You always say that, I do not feel it though" You turned around in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You are though, the most beautiful woman in the world, your beauty rivals those of the gods" He placed his palm on your cheek. You pulled him in for a kiss, your insides twisting with disgust but this was necessary for your safety and your children's safety.

"Come, let us break fast" You grabbed his hand and led him out of your sleeping quarters to your solar where all your children were sat.

"Kepa" Father. Jacaella waved him over to sit beside her. He laughed leaning down to kiss her cheek and taking a seat beside her and you on his other side with Maelon beside you. Your eyes filtered through the maids standing around to help your children and one was holding Baeron. each one of them nodded their heads in greeting.

"Let us eat, I am famished" You handed Daemon the plate with chicken so he can help Jacaella eat. He grinned happily and took the plate from you.

You turned your attention to Maelon helping him to some mashed potatoes. One of the maids stepped over with a pitcher in hand filled with wine. She filled wine into Daemon's cup and turned to you but you stopped her.

"No thank you, I feel ill to my stomach already" You joked. Playfully glaring at Baeron making Daemon chuckle. Even after giving birth you had some of the symptoms of pregnancy.

"They will go away" Daemon assured you. You resumed eating along with your children, chatting and laughing together. After you were all done you instructed the maids to take your children to nap. You directed Daemon to your own chambers as he stumbled drunk.

"Why am I so dizzy?" Daemon wondered. You sat him down on the bed heaving from having to hold up his weight on your own.

"You're drunk, Daemon" You chuckled shaking your head. You moved over to your chaise where you had placed your riding boots under and pulled them on instead of your slippers.

"I did not drink that much" Daemon argued. True he barely finished his third cup and he was a heavy weight, three cups should not put as much as a small dent in him.

"Yes you did" You shook him off. Daemon pushed himself to stand up. You rushed over to him trying to push him back down on the bed.

"You must rest" You insisted. He for the first time ever pushed you away from him making you fall on the bed. He scrambled towards the door and out.

Panicked you followed after him down the hallways. He stumbled needing to use the walls as support and much to his shock there was no one in the hallways, not even guards. You still could not keep up with his long legs tripping over your dress. He made his way towards' your children's room pushing the doors open harshly only to find it empty.

"Where are they?" He bellowed angrily turning to face you the second you stepped into the room. Your eyes widened at the loud tone he used. His hand snapped up to wrap around your neck but not strong enough to cut your airway from the milk of the poppy in his system.

"Daemon-" You were cut off at the sound of something shattering. Daemon groaned falling on his knees in front of you then to his side holding the back of his head. Behind him stood one of your hand maidens with a vase shattered on the ground.

"Come on, my lady" She grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room before Daemon could compose himself. You two sprinted down the corridors before the new guards came to their position and finding Daemon. Your had fabricated a lie and soon they will know that there was no fire int he kitchens and come back.

Your maid handed you a cloak when you reached the yard where your dragon waited. You pulled the hood on and climbed atop it. You urged him to fly as high as possible and hide amongst the clouds. A laughed bubbled in your chest feeling free at last. Your dragon lowered a small distance away from Dragonstone and you looked below you to find a small boat with your children sat in it all looking up at your dragon, having never seen you ride him because of Daemon, he was too afraid of loosing you so he forbade you from riding him.

"Mommy!" Jacaella waved up at you with a huge grin of her own. You lowered your dragon enough for the maids to tie a rope to his tail. You picked up speed letting him drag the boat faster, with little time you needed to reach King's Landing.

By nightfall you were at the docks where a carriage awaited you. You climbed down from your dragon and let some dragon keeper lead him to the dragonpit which could be hard but you could not risk leaving your children and take him to the dragonpit yourself. A hooded figure was waiting for you at the docks. Your maids helped your children out of the boat and waited for you to join them. You ran without a care in the world and the hooded figure welcomed your embrace with open arms.

"My love" You pulled back enough to see Aemond's smiling face. His gaze turned to your children huddled behind you and winced.

"Six?" Aemond asked. You nodded with a sad smile, you were so young and already had so many children. Aemond knew that Daemon had forced himself on you, you had written him a letter explaining everything and how miserable you were. Aemond tried time and time again to help you, ever since Jacaella was born but was unsuccessful until now.

"Let us go home" Aemond wrapped an arm around your waist leading you away from the docks.

What about Kepa?" Father. Jacaella asked following behind you. She pushed Aemond aside and stood between you two. Aemond kneeled down to her height and turned her to face him.

"Your father is gone now, he will no longer hurt your mother anymore" Aemond ran a hand through her fair hair. Her eyes welled up with tears, these children did not know of the horrors you had to endure.

"He hurt mommy?" She asked voice cracking along with your heart, you rarely saw your bubbly, happy baby girl cry.

"He won't anymore though, you are all safe now" Aemond promised. Surprisingly she threw her arms around his neck hugging him, seeking his comfort. He looked up at you making you smile, your children were already warming up to him, it won't take long until Daemon would be completely erased from their lives, most of them won't even remember him being too young now.

[jungle-angel]

The One With Cecelia's Special Brownies (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett love your cat, Garfield, to death but he gets into everything

Warnings: Pot, cat getting high off of said pot etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia @hangmanapologist

"Aw perfect," Cecelia said, inhaling the smell of the fresh brownies that had been pulled from the oven. She set it on the back burner to cool off, grabbing the broom from the kitchen closet to sweep up the small dustings of flour that had gotten on the floor, when a loud meow caught her attention.

"Damnit cat!" she exclaimed. "C'mon get outta here."

She nudged Garfield, the orange tabby cat with the broom but he refused to move, having just plopped himself right on the mess she was about to clean up. No matter how hard she nudged him with the broom, Garfield refused to move and kept meowing at her.

"Rhett!"

"Sup Ma?" he called from the living room.

"Fat ass parked himself in the kitchen again."

Rhett laughed and nudged Garfield with his toe. "Alright dumbass, up.....c'mon, stop botherin Ma when she's gotta clean up."

Garfield gave him a cheeky little meow before he finally moved, slinking off to go and catch whatever house pest was sure to catch his attention.

"Oh he'll listen to you but not me?" Cecelia chuckled. "Thanks I feel so loved."

"You are Ma," Rhett replied, hugging his mother. "Don't worry, (y/n) and I love ya'll and so doesn't Dad."

He made his way back into the living room where you were still laid up on the couch with a bad cold, your nose stuffier than ever and your top lip burning from how much you had been blowing your nose.

"Feelin ok sweetheart?" Rhett asked.

"Still feel like I've got the plague," you croaked. "I think I caught it from one of my fifth graders."

Rhett kissed your forehead and pulled you in so you could rest against him. "Just that time of the year darlin," he said. "Bet ya'll ten to nothin it was......"

"Cody Campbell?"

"Yep," Rhett chuckled. "Came to get your kiddos for the woodworkin class and he was snortin back his snot all the way to the practical arts building."

You cringed at the memory, one hundred percent sure that the ghastly illness would be raging throughout the Amelia County Steiner School like wildfire.

"Um......." you heard Cecelia's voice from the kitchen. "Rhett?"

"Yeah Ma?"

"Who got into the brownies?"

You and Rhett shook your heads. "Wasn't us Ma," he answered. "Why what's wrong?"

"Those weren't supposed to be eaten," she answered, the panic evident in her voice.

"Why?"

"Your father and I were saving those for the Zac Brown concert next week."

You and Rhett gave each other a look, the realization hitting you a split second later. "Uh oh," you squeaked.

"Did Dad eat one?" Rhett asked her.

His question was answered when the door creaked open and Royal came traipsing into the house, wiping his muddy boots on the doormat before sticking them on the boot rack. "Hey what smells good?" he asked.

"So if it wasn't Dad that got into'em then who did?" Rhett wondered aloud.

"What?" Royal asked. "Who got into what?"

Cecelia bit her lower lip, balling her fist as she pressed it to her mouth to keep from speaking another word.

"What'd you do woman?" Royal asked her.

"I didn't do shit Roy."

"Sugar bear, I know that look and it ain't good," he said. "Now what'd ya'll do?"

Garfield came around the corner, stumbling and meowing with the cheekiest grin on his face, his tail swishing in the air as he plopped himself right on the living room rug. Rhett snorted and Royal started laughing.

"Oh my God," Cecelia groaned.

"This remind ya'll of anything?" Royal laughed.

"Yeah reminds me of that time you, me, John and Evelyn went to a Doobie Brothers concert and I had to drive ya'll home because ya'll got blacked out high from the brownies," Cecelia told him.

You and Rhett had a good laugh on the matter, teasing Garfield until his high finally wore off later that night and making a note that should Cecelia ever make her special brownies again, to put them in the back of the fridge.

[skinbeneaththeskull]

I literally leaped 10 feet in the air when i saw u were gonna try mlm💞

The thought of Dilf Dave rubbing your bulge with his boot while degrading you is literally taking over my mind aaggghh *explodes*

OH MY GOD YES YE SYES YES HES YES ANON REVEAL YOURSELF NEOWWW (I think I kneo who u are)

AHHHHHH I LOVE THIS i can't really imagine 2000s dave but more like 90s???? yk cus he's young n experimentive... but ofc ill still do 2000s cus dilf Dave is my fav era

getting on your knees to make him feel good is such a dream. maybe a bit of a nightmare for you though, because Dave's a cocky little fuck. he'd have his hands fisted in your hair before you go down on him, making him even harder if that was possible.

he would throw his head back, him trying his best not to stand up and fuck your throat, but he wanted you to go at your own pace, for now atleast.

"god- yeah, taking this cock so well, huh? why don't you take the whole thing for me, pretty boy?"

he groaned once you licked around his tip, him shuddering inside your mouth, tip pressed against the inside of your plush cheek.

"yes sir-" you tried to say with a handful of dick in your mouth, which the vibrations only made him let out louder noises.

"if you don't hurry, im gonna use your mouth and won't stop until i cum, hm? please baby, go faster and take it all for daddy?"

you obeyed as you started jerking him off and sucking him at the same time, his length being bigger than normal, choking on it slightly.

"aaaaattta boy. fuckin' obedient little slut."

he groaned out, him involuntarily thrusting his hips up. you moved your body up and down, trying to get some friction for yourself, the bones in your boxers getting uncomfortable now, needing attention.

Dave noticed your struggles, him looking a little confused before he laughed.

"oh baby.. you need some help? i got ya, handsome."

he put his foot down, the tip of his boot pointing up before he glared down at you.

"don't fucking look at me like that and take it."

his tone was more and more demanding sounding, him biting his lip once you started riding his foot, grinding down on it slowly so you wouldn't over stimulate yourself, but Dave just nudged himself against your heat.

"mmh- sir-"

"hm? feels good don' it, slut?"

you nodded softly before you tried to reach a hand down your pants to touch yourself more, but Dave flicked it away with him hitting it with his knee.

"did i say you could touch yourself, baby boy?"

you pouted, tears starting to form in your eyes.

"awh... what's the matter? too needy for daddy that you can't hold off? too bad."

he had a shit eating smirk plastered on his face. he was going to have his release before you did.

"make daddy cum, then we'll see if my baby deserves it."

you immediately quickened your pace, sucking his dick like your life depended on it and riding his boot along with that.

there was saliva escaping your lips, rolling down his cock and onto the floor, everything getting messier and messier.

"oh...fuck! im gonna cum in this fuckin' mouth handsome.. you ready?"

you just stared up at him with doe eyes, swirling your tongue around the tip before he grabbed your hair tighter and started face fucking the life out of you.

his balls were clapping against your chin, tip reaching the back of your throat and... fuck you already came from the intensity. a wet spot shown on your bulge.

"cumming.. cumming!"

he groaned before shooting it down your throat. he was out of breath, pulling out before some dribbling down your lip, trying your best to swallow before you wiped your mouth.

Dave helped you stand up, pulling you into his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"fuck, i think this good boy deserves something now- huh? whatcha think, baby?"

he kissed up your neck, feeling up your body before his hand grazed over your bulge, feeling the wet spot.

"what's this, slut?"

he groaned into your ear, unbuttoning your jeans and letting your dick spring out.

"i didn't say you could, did i?"

you where whining, not wanting to make him angry, but you just couldn't help yourself.

"sorry, sir.. but-"

you were cut off once he started jerking you off fast and rough, making sure to cover your slit so you didn't cum again.

"Dave! shit- please.. need to-"

"no."

"nonono please?? i- im so sorry just-"

"no."

you were squirmed around in his lap, shaking from your needed release.

"please.."

your dick was twitching in his calloused hand, trying to hold off but it was so hard to have any self control around Dave Mustaine.

"if you do, im gonna fuck that pretty ass when you're finished. daddy deserves a second release if you're getting one, right, pretty boy?"

you nodded frantically, needing this release more than anything right now, precum dribbling down your shaft.

"wanna cum?"

"mm- uh huh! please-"

"so fuckin' eager for me. say my name baby.."

he sped up until all he heard were loud inaudible moans and wet noises coming from your dick.

"f-fuck! 'm cumming.. i-im cumming! daddy.. fuck!"

you painted his hand before he flipped your positions, shoving you on your stomach on the bed, getting behind you and lining up.

"gonna make you cum so many more times, baby. you're gonna take it so well for daddy, right?"

you nodded, mumbling before gripping onto the sheets.

"yeah.. atta boy, all mine."

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STOPPPP THIS JS SO BAD (im good at mlm but i usually do member x member 😭😭)

[ceasarslegion]

The DNI that made you do math to use it?? 👀👀👀

Youre the first one who asked, so you get the answer.

This person was one of the other two weirdos from the Half Life RP discord server i teased at in this post earlier this week:

Once again, i want to disclaimer that this is not a callout post, I will not be giving any details that could be used to identify this person, and I will not be posting screenshots this time because they are still active on tumblr afaik. I dont want this to be used to bully anybody, this is just meant to be my personal experience with my specific side of this story. You can DM me directly or throw in a private answer request in an ask if you want screenshots, but only people i already know and trust not to cyberbully them will get a direct link to the DNI. The person in the story I linked is no longer active anywhere online, which is why I provided screenshots in that story.

And before i lay out the DNI details, I just want to say... there is a FINE LINE between requesting accommodations for a mental illness and infantilizing yourself. I can handle the former just fine, I will do all I can to help, but if you're a grown-ass adult babying yourself and then going "waa im autistic i cant do anything" i have ZERO tolerance for that. Buddy, I'm autistic, and I'm telling you to grow the fuck up.

Yeah, this person was one of those. They were over 18, and had public breakdowns about how everything was just soooo hard for them and everybody else was being problematic and ableist for *checks notes* asking them to wait in a line that was a little long for a new phone plan. Real example, they were screaming and crying in the vent channel because the line at a verizon store was a little long, and implying their father was ableist for asking them to wait for 20 minutes. Buddy, there are some things you JUST need to deal with in the real world regardless of whatever mental soup you have going on. If your autism is that bad, the solution is looking into things like noise canceling headphones, sunglasses, etc. But the world will not stop having lines that you just need to wait in sometimes because you dont like them.

I know that sounds harsh, but they werent exactly the type of person im willing to give the benefit of the doubt to. The majority of their problems were entirely their own fault, and they were clearly enabling and feeding the harder parts of their autism rather than doing anything in the way of learning to cope with it. I am terrified of spiders, like full on panic-inducing terrified of them, but I throw hands at them instead of running or freezing up. One time, I posted a photo of this gigantic-ass spider that was in my dorm room after I screamed and squashed it with my heavy duty winter outdoor patrol boots (im a security guard, not a cop, before anyone draws the wrong conclusion from that), and they proceeded to vague about me IN THE SAME SERVER about how problematic and insensitive i am for triggering their arachnophobia. My brother in christ when did you ever say you were triggered by spiders? Do you expect me to read your fucking mind?

Another instance was when they asked for the role to access the nsfw channel. They were over 18, so it was granted. They then got mad at us whenever we got horny on main in the sex channel because they were only there for the dirty jokes (that were posted in the main server anyway because none of us consider JOKES to be inappropriate). They literally asked for the sex channel role and then claimed we were being problematic because we talked about sex in the sex channel when they were uncomfortable with sex. And they had borderline puritan attitudes around sex. They acted like sex was icky and gross and should never be discussed around them lest it corrupt their pure innocent soul. Yeah thats your own fault chief, grow the fuck up.

Some lightning round stories: they broke up with their boyfriend purely because he liked "irredeemable media" and when said boyfriend said they were being a total dick for that, they proceeded to whine and cry that he was actually being abusive and terrible for being upset that he was dumped over the fucking movies he liked of all things. They once sat outside their little siblings recital and complained that their parents were problematic for not charging their switch enough because it died at the same recital they couldnt be assed to sit in for because "waaaa its too boring and thats bad for my autism." Didnt even TRY, just sat outside the door playing switch and then complained that their parents didnt charge their switch enough. Can you not plug something into a wall your damn self.

Needless to say, i didnt like them very much. I can handle legitimate accommodations, but they were just so self-infantilising that they gave the rest of us a bad name. Your autism is not an excuse to act like a fucking baby. You are not made of porcelain, you will not shatter at the slightest touch, being uncomfortable is a part of life youre going to have to deal with. Its not your autism at this point, youre a grown-ass adult who throws a tantrum when the line is a little long. GROW. UP.

Now that that rants over, lets get into what the DNI on their blog was like, because this behavior from them that I just outlined really contextualizes it.

Their DNI had two tiers. The first was "red flags," which meant that if you met any one of them you apparently werent allowed to interact. Of this included your typical nazis, pedophiles, terfs, and... beastars fans. No word of a lie. Being a fan of beastars was apparently just as bad as being a nazi. What did my boy legosi do to you? (Side note: i am forever enamored with how these people seem to think that theres people out there who both self-identify as nazis and would respect a DNI. I didnt even respect that DNI. I didnt interact with them because i thought they were a terrible person, but i did not take that DNI seriously. I was openly posting about beastars in the same server LMAO) and it wasn't just beastars, there was a ton of media that i didnt even know had discourse around them that they listed as red flags if you ever touched. Amazing.

The second tier was "yellow flags" which meant that you werent allowed to interact if you met any 3 or more of them. Here was mostly media, including homestuck fans, neil gaiman fans (WHAT DID NEIL DO TO YOU), and harry potter iirc. (WHY DID YOU SINGLE OUT BEASTARS?? WHAT DID MY BOY LEGOSI DO TO YOU) my favourite part of this though, was that republicans were listed under yellow flags. Apparently its worse to be a beastars fan than a republican. We arent gonna fucking make it

[xamaxenta]

Huge NSFWs part 2 featuring Anons super sexy lesbian MAS with butch marco destroying cheerleaders Ace and Sabo and i was like haha heehe i wonder what anon will cook up today and boy they cooked this shit is going to adhere itself into my brain forever

Its so visual and easy to read and AAAAAHDIDHRGAGAHEGDAOEHAISB i do not deserve your writing your skill is incredible

Me rn after consuming these delicious nsfw one shots YIPPEEEEEE ANON YOURE THE BEST!!!!

Im such a sucker for ponytails… so cheerleader Ace with a ponytail is making my heart go dOKIDOKI shes so cute shes such a minx in your writing style its totally one of those high ponytails that hot girls do and shes got a cute orange ribbon bow 😭

AND THE BOOT GRINDING !!!! ACE GETTING HER CUTE CLIT STEPPED ON DRIPPING ALL OVER THE FLOOR AS SHE DEEPTHROATING MARCOS GIGACOCK slurping off the sweet taste of Sabos slick until she rutting into Marcos sole

Until Marco grabs her by the hair and god shes probably having so much fun playing with these girls she totally put them through their paces the revenerse cowgirl riding MUAH delicious

Also the vocabulary has me in stitches DICK DIMENSIONS? HUGE DD KLONKERS? FRICTION BURNING HER PUSSY? waterboarding a microphone shes so wet LMAAOOOO

Hilarious never change

Now for the parts that knocked me out foaming at l the mouth im so downbad

Ace being well known for not wearing panties or bra? Hot… you can totally see her cute wet pussy peeking whenever she bends over in that tiny skirt

So this excerpt is possibly the hottest thing my horny little eyes have ever consumed ive saved it ill think about this for ever marco holding Aces tit and petting Sabos hair as she ruts on her boot like a horny little animal is such a striking visual ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Just. I can see it as an animated hentai loop. Im so

Hbgnnf.

Messy orgasmers Acebo my beloveds… Sabo being subservient at last and desperate to catch all of Aces cum face first mouth open 😭 that Ace cums several times oh shes my champagne supernova frfr

Ace squirting on that huge cock then all over a thirsty sabo and theb again when Marco pulls her off her cock hakaihdhd dying… her poor swollen slutty cunt ❤️‍🔥

I hope Sabo gets to fondle Miss Marcos huge knockers and eat her pussy out hc shes missing out. 🥺 (and Ace sitting on Marcos face :3)

Truly this is a work of art tHANK YOU!!!!!

[t0ast-ghost]

Wow already episode 18 (The Squire Of Gothos):

- It hasn’t even been a minute and they [Spock & McCoy] are already at it (not sure who won that conversation. Not sure there’s even supposed to be a winner anymore)

- WHAT

- WHAT

- WHERED THEY GO

- next time I see my friends I’m saying “Greetings and felicitations. Hip-hip-hoorah. Tallyho!”

- I feel like McCoy is fighting for his life trying not to laugh at Spock saying “tallyho”

- I like how they’re giving more character to Scotty, showing his ability and also his drive for action when the situation is dire

- that guy trusted that the air was actually breathable too fast for my tastes

- next time I draw I’ve got to put in an effort to draw the boots.. HOW COULD I FORGET THE BOOTS

- McCoys leech monster thingy in the background

- McCoy causally scanning this bitch

- get sent to hell, idiot (towards Kirk)

- boyfriend conference (20:45)

- wait OH MY THEY ACTUALLY ARE TALKING! McCoy and Uhura spoke to each other! It was brief but it happened

- Leave Spock alone, bitch

- I love Sulu so much. Calm but he definitely has the ability to attack, he just knows when to pick his moments

- I want trelane dead

- “I don’t know if I like your tone. It’s most challenging” yeah I think he’d (Spock) much rather punch you in the face to be fair

- “I object to power without constructive purpose” get his ass Spock, Jim’s smiling at this

- “Oh Mr. Spock, you do have one saving grace after all, you’re ill mannered.” Oh my gosh this is why him and McCoy are besties

- Bones has been sitting there eating through all of this. Good for him I guess

- “does your logic find this ‘fascinating’, Mr. Spock” “No, ‘fascinating’ is a word I use for the unexpected. In this case I think ‘interesting’ would suffice.” I will think of this quote often

- *Trelane changes the yeoman’s dress* *Spock, Kirk, and McCoy all get into attack mode*

- Even McCoy looks ready to punch a bitch

- The council will decide your fate

- “but if you need to be persuaded” *threatens Spock*

- lesson number two: when trying to avoid objects in space, go to the left

- He’s like Q but less fruity and annoying… I don’t like it

- He put Kirk in a cage

- HE BROKE THE SWORD? OVER HIS KNEE

- Lol he’s a kid, what

- Kirk talks to gods and is just like “let me go home to my boyfriends”

- “forgive me, Mr Spock.” “I shall be delighted captain” Spock’s eyebrows proceed to shoot up

Editing this one while on a film set, and I didn’t put an ending so… yay I’m on a film set!

Master post

[joeloverture]

SEND ME REQUESTS!!!

ive been getting stuck in my head lately and i really need to get my eyes on something fresh before returning to my mountain of other wips. this is just something for me to distract myself with this weekend, so don’t be offended if i don’t fulfill your request. hand to god, i have a flea’s commitment.

+ a note on palestine: i won’t be posting any of these fics until after the strike ends, which is the bare minimum. i am looking for trustworthy places to find links to inform and donate that i can add to my masterlist asap. ❤️🍉

rules below —

who i write — i write for joel mostly. BUT would happily try writing din, javi p, dieter, jack (whiskey) daniels, or marcus pike

rules are pretty basic — nothing involving ageplay, incest (stepcest is not a HARD no itd just have to be a worthy enough request), scat, rape, or breeding/pregnancy. pls respect these boundaries! otherwise ill let you know if anything i am sent makes me uncomfortable 🤎 as far as things that don’t make me uncomfortable but i wouldn’t excel at writing include male readers.

specific kinks i gravitate to include — daddy kink & dd/lg, bondage, spanking, body writing, degradation, praise, manhandling, dom/sub, anal, ass eating/rimming (m or f receiving), cnc*, pet play, boot kink/boot riding & licking, thigh riding, nipple play, exhibitionism, sadomasochism, marking, dumbification, feet*, and piss*

fyi — i typically do better with things that lend themselves to any kind of plot! it lets me figure out the dynamics between characters. i love a good forbidden relationship or enemies to lovers

* — kinks id like to dabble in but might not excel at writing

[dirtyoldmanhole]

hit 13k on the gunter x fcorrin slow burn \o/

my god, writing corrin and gunter having to go up to leo's desk to break the news of "~their personal decision~" (aka hooking up), and then niles crashing the party with the SMUGGEST grin (he knows) (leo also already knows through him) is SO MUCH FUN

edit, fuck it, here's the unedited scene. :D

In another world, Gunter would have been happy to serve the little blonde prince.

For all of his deliberately veiled darkness that he shared with iago's mages, the princeling's eyes were wide and bright with clarity and the awareness of what it took for decency to survive in the too-cruel world. it was reassuring, to such an old knight, that someone so full of youth would also not be disheartened at what it took to retain such goodness in the world. Or be too averse to the sordid methods that it took -- blood would always be paid one way or another.

As it was, his soul was already purchased by others. Not for the first times, with the princeling's intent looks at him, he wondered if Prince Leo knew more than his lover did.

"Sit down, please. Tea?"

Gunter saw Corrin struggle with the barest imperceptible grin in the corners of her mouth. He nudged her bare foot with his boot.

"No thank you, Brother, this should be short." She took a breath, steeling herself like girding herself for battle. "This will be quick, but important, and we think you might already be aware, of - um."

Gods, she was adorable. And he would also need to work on her directness.

"-A personal decision, my lord." He added diplomatically with an inclined nod of respect.

Leo glanced briskly between the two of them, like he had a foul headache, and that he would like nothing more than to be elsewhere.

"Yes, I'm unfortunately aware. And?"

Corrin made a strangled little noise.

"And?!"

"What Master Leo is saying, hello to you two, by the way - is nothing escapes his attention through the likes of such dastardly rouges as myself and his retainers."

Niles, god damn him, was leaning against a column behind the princeling's desk with the smuggest shit-eating grin that Gunter had ever seen the brat have.

Hmph.

"Princess, you have exotic tastes to be sure, but rest assured my Prince already knew after our chats. Really, I could have saved you lovebirds a walk."

"… I need a moment."

"As amusing as all of this is," the utter sarcasm that dripped out of Leo's cutting words were truly impressive, for somebody so perfectly poised with a delicate teacup in his hand. "Please tell me that you have considered the political ramifications of such a … ill advised decision. We are at war, and while everyone's attention is turned elsewhere, they will not be distracted for long."

"We will cross that bridge when we get there." Corrin cut in with renewed confidence. Despite the ribbing, her eyes shown with steadiness.

"Brother, just like what we have done with every other decision that you and I also have made in the last weeks that would have been unthinkable a season ago ... please trust me, and us, with the same trust you have graciously given me all these times."

That's my girl. It was all Gunter could do not to beam with pride at her.

[messinwitheddie]

"SQUEE!?!!"

Nny "Oh good, it's just you."

Squee "Nny! I'm going to start tying bells to your boots."

Nny "I saw the light on in your living room. I wanted to make sure a junkie didn't break in or aliens."

Squee "I haven't seen them in a while."

Nny "A junkie stumbled into my living room. Thought my house was a spot. Yeeeeup... Did I wake you up?"

Squee "No. I'm getting better at drowning out the screaming. Bad dreams." (*a white lie)

Nny "Anything good on?"

Squee "Not really. There's a twilight zone marathon on sci-fi."

Nny "I'm in!"

Squee "What smells like onions?"

Nny "Probably me. I beat that junkie to death with a bag of onions."

Squee "Oooh."

Nny "He startled me when I was in the kitchen trying to make sauce. Reached for a knife, but accidentally grabbed the onions, but whatever. It did the trick. Sometimes it's good to switch things up. Keeps life interesting. The joke's still on me. My sauce is ruined and my kitchen is covered in junkie pulp and onion skin. Some pulp is still twitching. I'll deal with the mess later. Too frustrated right now. I was looking forward to that sauce."

Squee "Nny... I ask this with utmost respect and absolutely no judgment... What did your parents do to you?"

Nny "......Nothing. I don't remember anything about my parents. I lost them when I was very young."

Squee "They're both dead?"

Nny "I'm pretty sure they are. Hopefully... Not that I have any ill will towards them. Like I said, I can't even remember them. It's just more comforting to believe they're dead. If I dug through enough records, maybe I could find out for certain, but... if my parents are alive somewhere, I'm sure they would be repulsed by me or ashamed of me if they ever got to know me. We may as well be dead to each other."

Squee "That really sucks."

Nny "Hm... When I was a kid, I used to wish Rod Serling was my dad. How ridiculous was that?"

Squee "Not really. At least he's a real person. I wish Master Splinter was my dad. That's ridiculous."

Nny "No way! Master Splinter rocks. Whatever gets us through the bad times, right?"

Squee "Oh my God. You really are human."

Nny "Whu-?"

Squee "Right... -yawns!!-"

Nny "Hey, you should go fall asleep in your room so you don't get in trouble in the morning."

Squee "I'm going. When the show is over could you lock up on your way out?"

Nny "Sure thing. I'm eating the rest of your cheezee pop corn."

Squee "All yours. Goodnight."

Nny "Goodnight."

Yet some more breakroom sketches. Took a few nights to slap together. This makes the 5th night in a row Nny deprives Squee of sleep. Squee is the understanding sort. Inspired by a Johnny C tweet I read a while back that stuck with me. I like to imagine Squee slowly stops being polite to Nny out of fear of his life and developes a real friendship with him.