#puppy michael my beloved...

[bozo4michael]

MY BIRTHDAY CAKE!!!!!!! WOAW!!

[cheriboms]

doctober day 17: einstein

okay so theres a bit in the game where young emmett is testing einstein on his multiplication tables. there is ALSO a bit where marty tells einstein to sit/stay and he doesnt listen. thus i present my hypothesis, which is that doc 100% had his priorities straight during the puppy years

[hypnos333]

Hi hi, I was wandering if your gonna do a part two With lucifer x angel wife reader, i wonder how he will try to woo her again or what do you think he would do to earn readers heart again?

Pray you catch me (Alternate version)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Pt.1 - Left her behind

You hummed to a song in the human world, you were disguise as a human, leading people into the right direction. This is what you do in your Job and for your birthday this what you love to do. You knew Gabriel and Michael was gonna do something for you either you tried to escape or not.

“Hello again My beloved” A handsome blond hair guy said but when you looked closer you knew it was Lucifer straight from the jump.

“Go away Lucifer” You stated continuously walking with him trailing behind you like a puppy. That’s when he grabbed your hand dragging you near the closest alleyway looking at you pleadingly.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me” He said looking at your eyes making you look away.

“I can’t, it hurts”

“Because you’re in denial or your because you know you love me?” He asked making you ignore his question. You flinch as his fingers in locks with yours, you quickly moved your hand looking up before extending your wings from your back then flying away with your wings.

You thought you escaped from him until he followed you too with his six wings.

“You can’t hide from me ___ it’s been centuries can’t you just give me another chance?” Lucifer begs making you roll your eyes once more.

“Centuries married and with a kid Lucifer and you want to start over for what? You left me for Lilith and had a kid, are you kidding me” You angrily told him making you sigh in at his silence.

“I used to always catch your dishonesty it was all over your breath but even that was test always aware of it all but now I can’t tell” you continued saying as he looked in shame giving you a chance to go back home.

But no he didn’t stop there, he gave you back your wedding ring you threw at him as your birthday present making you even shocked he still has it.

The second day was red and white roses.

The third day was a new wedding ring

the forth was a brand new white dress.

Then this time he fell in the sky on purpose making your eyes wide before quickly flying forward rushing to catch him. “LUCIFER FLY YOU DUMBASS” You yelled out but he just smiled waiting to just hit the ground

But a few inches before he fell to his death you catched him holding him tightly in fear you were actually gonna loose him.

“Are you crazy or just insane?” You asked him shaking him in the air making him sigh dreamily.

“I just prayed you’ll catch me” He said before seeing you’re still hesitant about him. “Let me earn your forgiveness, I’ll wait for you until you’re waiting my Angel” He said swiftly.

Making you nod in agreement “I’ll like that, let me get comfortable with you again” You agreed making him let out his excitement before lifting you up and twirl you around making you laugh with him.

Everyday he’ll make up for lost life like taking you too new places to eat or spend time together.

But little did you know you knew where Lilith really was, where she always wanted to be.

[spookieloverslittlemind]

Petnames you call them…

includes: Michael Myers, Pinhead, Brahms Heelshire, Art the Clown, Sun and Moon (fnaf), Marta (Outlast 2)

Michael

He doesn’t tend to react differently to any petnames you call him, even for the very first time, but somehow he always knows you’re referring to him. Michael, Mike, Mickey, Mick- you called him Mickey Mouse once and he just stood there with his typical -_- and you laughed your way to an asthma attack. If you’re looking for a guaranteed head-tilt-to-the-side-like-a-puppy reaction, any variation of “pookie” will do it. Pookie, pooks, shmookums, the more sickly sweet and oddly fitting to The Shape, the better.

Pinhead

Does not tolerate being called “pincushion” when cuddling so stop doing it. Also does not tolerate being called “cheese” when he takes some of his pins out of his face and you can see the holes in his skin. Prefers the more casual petnames like “babe”, “love”, “handsome” because when compared to his more flowery and poetic language, Pinhead enjoys the simplicity of those terms coming from you.

Brahms

You KNOW this mf loves any petname that babies him, including “baby”. Anything sweet and endearing - including literally calling him “sweet” - like “beloved”, “angel”, “pretty boy”, “sweet boy”, and even “handsome man” because he will PREEN under your praise.

Art

Likes it when you call him silly but sweet things: your “favourite clown”, ���court jester”, “silly boy” - he likes when you call him yours, especially. Because Art cant speak, he appreciates when you reciprocate his sign language and gestures just as much as he does your petnames, if not more; Art likes when you flick his nose after he’s flicked yours, when you beckon him over with a gesture like he does to you. Communications that are only understood between the two of you.

Sun and Moon

These two are pretty self-explanatory: they like petnames that are synonymous with them. Sun likes to be called “sundrop”, “sunshine”, “sunbeam”, “light of my life”, “rainbow”; Moon likes to be called “moondrop”, “moonlight”, “star”, “starlight”, “lucky star”, etc. The closer it is to their names and the more creative it is, the more they’ll enjoy the petname!

Marta

None of your typical petnames apply here, and you have to be careful what you call Marta if not her name. She does not like flowery petnames or cutesy ones, or flirty ones because those are sinful - if you call her “angel”, she might actually kill you - but she does like compliments, so it’s probably best you stick to those. Calling her “strong”, “righteous”, “God’s trusted and humble servant”, those will all go down well. You’re walking on eggshells testing out new petnames, too. Sometimes she will scoff but yield to you calling her “pretty”, because in her heart Marta is just a girl <3

[11queensupreme11]

What would the yanderes reaction be to Percy being drunk and how would they handle her being drunk?

percy isn't the type to go drinking irresponsibly (cuz GABE 💀) so she always tries to keep her drinking to a minimum!!!! especially since she still has many secrets to keep!!!! she can't risk getting drunk and blurting them all out ofc!

.........but no one told her that the alcoholic drinks served in the gods' side of valhalla would be 10000x stronger than what humans drink 💀 it never even occurred to her either, she thought it'd be normal alcohol but nope, she gets shitfaced within the first 3 sips 😭😭😭

now, she'd be a very bipolar drunk. when she's around people, she'll be giggly and having a blast!!!!! but if she were to be left alone for a minute, suddenly all the bad stuff that's ever happened to her in her life hits her all at once and she becomes a sobbing, weepy mess on the floor 😭

poseidon would concerned, but then he gets lost when percy starts whimpering about how she apparently caused the destruction of atlantis?????? "dad, i'm really really sorry 🥺 i just wanted you to help defeat typhon but i ruined your kingdommmm i'm sorryyyyy 😭😭😭" and he's just "???? atlantis is fine and typhon died before you were even born 😐🔱"

hades is even MORE at a loss because percy's on the floor, crying in front of him for failing his children????? he has never once had any children named nico or bianca (those are italian names, gross!), but she insists that he did and that it was her fault that his nonexistent lesbian daughter died and that she failed to take care of his equally nonexistent son 💀💀💀

APOLLO IS FREAKING THE FUCK OUT 😭😭😭😭 cuz percy is in literal TEARS apologizing for causing the death of his son named michael yew???? who is definitely NOT his son, but what freaks him out the most is the fact that she's not lying. he keeps pressing her for answers and she answers each one of them through tears and now apollo needs to figure out HOW he has a mortal son that apparently died because she destroyed the bridge he was on 💀

anubis is panicking and desperately trying ways to console her but he just freaks out more and more. "i had a puppy back home and i miss herrrrrr 😭😭😭😭" she'd sob. "my baby hellhoud.... 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭" and he's just like "WHO LET YOU HAVE A PET HELLHOUND????" and now he has to refrain himself from attacking hades (poor man's getting the blame for something he didn't do 💀) while trying to calm her down

cú chulainn's awkward af but he's genuinely trying his best 💔 his dumb brat's suddenly wailing about how much she hates being a demigod and how she wished she was a human (to which he scoffed at) and how miserable she is because she's a demigod. again, another scoff. miserable? she's the most privileged demigod to ever exist, coddled, doted, and spoiled by everyone around her. but then she starts sobbing about dead friends and wars and monsters trying to hurt her and he gets a little creeped out like "haha... you've got a wild imagination, moron 😟 haha... relax, ur fine, no one's gonna hurt you... 😟"

loki's having a blast with sad drunk percy up until he realizes that damn her life sucks ASS. now he just feels bad for her 😭 he tries his best to console her, but it's too late cuz he's been egging her on in her misery and she's completely inconsolable at this point. knowing how important her secret is, he teleports her to his room and knocks her out so she can rest. as much as he wants to mess with her, he's a little disturbed by the shit he's learned 💔

MEANWHILE BEELZEBUB'S FRANTICALLY TRYING TO GET PERCY TO SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE SHE SPILLS THE BEANS 😭😭😭😭 the second she starts weeping about her home life, he grabs her and teleports her away instantly. no more drinking for her. he is, however, super curious and desperate to learn more, but at the same time, he's too shaken at the thought of anything bad happening to his beloved 💔 so he knocks her out instead and prepares something to cure the raging hangover she'll have tomorrow 💖

[daisybianca]

pairing: sebastian vettel x femalereader

summary: it's totally forbidden. he's older and your childhood and eternal crush, but there's more to that. his best friend--and your dad--is Michael Schumacher. one day, you're sick and stuck in your bed with a fever. he pays you a visit, and then the fever becomes even more brutal. PART TWO. Here's part 1.

warnings: smut, female pleasuring, cursing words

(a/n): here's part 2 because you seemed to love the first one! <333

"I SUPPOSE YOU'LL HAVE TO BEG FOR IT."

Seb's face morphed into a full grin as he exclaimed the words.

Beg for it.

You felt your cheeks growing even hotter--if that was even possible with a fever and him in a room with you. Completely alone.

You pressed your lips together and narrowed your eyes at him. His hands were still on your thighs, and you did everything you could to ignore them.

"So, you don't want to kiss me." You said, more like announcing it yourself.

You knew he probably wanted to kiss you, but you teased him anyway, just like he teased you all those years.

You turned your head to face the wall next to you, not looking at the German man in front of you because you'd be willing to participate in every activity he would suggest, including begging for it.

"I want to kiss you, babe." He whispered, and you soon felt his hot breath brush against the flesh of your thigh. "But I don't intend to make it that easy, as I said before. I am a man of my word."

Damn him and his beautiful eyes.

You couldn’t resist that.

His hand found your back, and he started removing your shorts. "Is that okay?"

Those puppy eyes...

"Yes." You replied and fully removed your shorts. "But if you think I'm actually going to beg for your dick, you will be very disappointed."

His lips twitched as he brought his palms up to your thighs. They trembled under his touch, and you clenched them to hide the shiver.

One side of his mouth lifted in a smile. "Who said anything about my dick?"

"Then what exactly do you expect me to beg you for--"

His fingers gripped the edges of her underwear and pulled it down at once.

Seb took his time, turning the removal of your clothes into a long and drawn-out event.

You could barely stand his soft touches and his sly glances.

"I don't like this game." You stated, sighing. You were getting more and more impatient with each passing second, and you were just getting started.

He removed your shirt and spread your thighs even more. "I'm sure I can change your mind soon enough."

You froze as he pressed his palm to your breast and pushed back, pulling you to his face.

Oh, my God.

A scene like that could bring any woman to orgasm all by itself, you thought to yourself.

With the way your lower body was throbbing, it wouldn't take much to make you come. Especially with the way those gorgeous, blue eyes were looking at you and the way his hair unwittingly caressed you body.

Your whole body was buzzing as his tongue touched your soft spot, teasing you shameless. You arched your back in response, and your thighs almost mechanically squeezed his head between them.

Seb's laughter made your clit vibrate. His fingers tightened the quilt as he destroyed your ability to think of anything but his tongue diving into you in shameless movements.

Yep, that was the word to describe this very moment.

Shameless.

What whould papa say if he knew his childhood best friend fucked his beloved daughter with his tongue at her apartment, while thinking she was very sick and could barely walk.

I'm sure I will indeed be able to barely walk after this kind of beautiful torture, you thought.

The mere thought of your father finding out made you shiver, but Seb almost immediately sensed the tension and drove his miraculous tongue deeper into you.

You were sure as hell you had never been so turned on in your brief life.

Everything about him was sensual, from the way his nails dug into your thighs as he licked heryou, to the way he looked at you when a moan escaped.

It was all gone when suddenly you felt a finger sink into you."Oh, fuck!"

"Language, babe." He said, leaving your spot for a few moments.

His lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking the spot there.

He deliberately stopped every time you neared climax.

You cursed him in the same sentence that you praised him.

You almost broke down and begged him to let you finish what he had started, but you managed not to.

If he expected you to break, he would be very surprised.

As if he didn't know how stubborn you were.

"It's a simple word." He chuckled and stepped away from Seb for a few moments. "Say it."

Your clit ached, begging for the mercy that he would not give you.

You grabbed the sheets tight. "No."

With a word from you, you could win the keys to heaven itself.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Again, you heard Seb's voice.

"Because I'm my father's daughter." You barely managed to blur out.

You couldn't stand it any longer. Your hair was a torrent of messy curls and it was flowing haphazardly around you.

It was just a word.

An innocent, little word.

"Please." Your cheeks were wet with the tears you didn't know had fallen.

His laughter sent another wave of arousal through you.

Fuck.

You groaned as he inserted a second finger inside you, twisting both so that they slid over your G-spot.

The way he sucked yout clit combined with the torture of his fingers pushed you to the edge.

Your body shook uncontrollably as he continued to control you with his tongue.

He played with yout body like his favorite toy, pulling your orgasm as far as possible.

Your voice was hoarse as you cried out his name, and he not only liked that.

It drove him crazy.

He would hear that dreamy, soft little voice pronounce his name even in his sleep and dreams and nightmares.

"Seb..." You moaned.

His fingers gripped you as he pulled you forward, pushing his tongue deeper into you. You caressed his hair as he made you chase your second orgasm. "Fuck..."

He abandoned your clit and pulled you into his arms.

You muffled your cries as his mouth clamped over your, drawing another shuddering breath from you.

He was kissing you.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head forward, and felt his soft lips against yours.

You stopped to face him for a while, immediately missing his lips on yours. "Seb?"

"Yes, love?"

"How do I taste like?"

A laughter escaped, and you couldn't help but smile as well. "You taste like mine."

[saekkas]

For your Blue Haze ask game! 💙 #41 your hair is really soft - with Kaiser! Please 🙏.

prompt: "your hair is really soft." tags: f!reader, kaiser is a simp, fluff. note: i'm sorry this is so short and that it's taken me so long to write it :< writing's not coming easy to me these days. i hope you enjoy! <3

"your game is in five minutes, what are you doing here!?" you hiss, the whisper turning into a shout when kaiser runs barreling into you. "michael kaiser!"

everything is oddly silent; the birds aren't chirping, the soccer fans' shouts only a distant murmur— it's as if the world's slowed down, stopping into a freeze frame.

even your boyfriend, the renowned star player, is quiet. he leans forward to place his head on top of yours, his arms wrapping around your waist.

you can only sigh, knowing this weird outburst is caused by the petty fight you had earlier.

"i'm sorry, alright?" the words catch, his speech slightly stiff, so unlike the smooth drawl kaiser's known for. it's as if his pride has bound a leash on his words, pulling them back down into the crevices of his heart.

your lover hides his face in your hair, sniffing the scent of your shampoo every now and then. he waits for your reply, and you can feel his heart hammering against your own chest with how tight he's holding onto you.

"i know i'm an asshole for apologizing this way, and i'm sorry," he whispers, his lips moving against your forehead. "can you forgive me, liebling?"

you stay quiet, watching as he slowly moves to face you, his hair a mess and his eyes tinted red.

your eyes trail over his face, taking in his tired visage. and maybe it's the doubt swimming in your eyes, or the hesitance plastered on your expression but kaiser sighs, lifting his hand only to drop it back to his side the next second.

"i know i can't undo the things i said," he mumbles, lips downturned and eyes plastered to the ground, "but i couldn't go out there pretending like everything's fine when the person that matters most isn't cheering for me in their usual spot."

you bite your lip, trying to keep the smile that's threatening to bloom at bay. even if it's only an excuse to be let off the hook, kaiser's always been creative with his words. a closeted romantic under all that suave and charm.

"what do you say, mein liebling?" there's a hint of a smile on his face, his eyes molding into your beloved puppy eyes. the piece of resistance he always uses, knowing you can't resist. "you can hit me all you want back at home. just cheer for me, please?"

please isn't a word kaiser normally uses and when it slips past his lips, you come to understand just how desperate he really is.

"okay," you whisper, body instinctively leaning forward in search of his warmth. "but we still need to talk after your game."

kaiser nods, his expression clearing like the sun after a rainy day. he doesn't move, doesn't walk, doesn't talk, and the silence that comes after is nothing but a loving embrace.

"you didn't braid my hair this morning," kaiser says after his eyes trail from the tip of your hair to the end of your toes and back. "you skipped out on our routine."

you snort, chuckling a little when he tilts his head, indirectly asking for you to braid his hair.

"i could barely look you in the face without punching you this morning," you mumble. the strands of his hair are smooth in your hands, and your fingers pull them into braids as if weaving through the finest silk. "your hair's really soft."

"i used your shampoo," kaiser grins shyly, like a giddy schoolboy who's just confessed. there's a hint of a blush on his cheeks, the skin reddening the longer you braid and compliment his hair. "missed your scent and all that."

you laugh at his words, indirectly letting him know whatever storm was brewing has passed. you press a quick kiss on his cheek, letting his hair fall down his back in braids. "go get 'em, hotshot."

kaiser goes on to score five goals in the match, blowing multiple kisses to you after every single one.

[anjelicawrites]

Cringefail Throuple 💡

Since Michael and Reader had to go back home for Christmas, they rush back to Oxford to celebrate the new year with Billy. Lots of alcohol, silliness, and sex occurs.

Beloved Cringefail Throuple💡 anon, have I told you how much I love your brain?

NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!

Warnings (kissing, biting, scratching, fingering, threesome, anal, p in v sex, anal fingering, overstimulation, squirting).

It all would have been better if you could have access your respective colleges, alas they're closed until the holidays are over, which forces you and Michael to sneak into Billy's flat to doll yourseves up for New Year's eve. Billy, of course, doesn't know, he thinks you two are celebrating at home, with your families and will be back before the new term starts. This had been the plan, then you and Michael missed your puppy boyfriend too much to wait and your heart hurt too much at the thought of him alone on New Year's Eve as well. And here you are, back to Oxford, ready to have fun, and sex.

When you, finally, emerge from the bathroom, you've gone full goth mode: black make up, corset, fishnet stocking and high heels. Michael stares at you with his mouth hanging, eyes shamelessly on your barely covered cleavage.

"Maybe we should stay in. Wait for Billy here."

He's not drooling, but might as well be. As he stalks towards you, he can feel his cock growing in his pants: maybe you'll help him with that? Lend him a quick hand?

"No, no, no, no, Mr. Gavey. We're here for a reason." You stop his advance with a hand on his chest. "We could have a little head start. It wouldn't be the first time." Michael growls, trying to state his dominance.

Your fingers cupping his growing erection shatter any form of control he's trying to assert over you.

"We're going to go to the pub and wait for midnight there. Then, only then, we'll go home and fuck the first day of the new year away."

Michael's eyes almost cross when the pressure around his cock grows; as dominant as he is, he loves when you take the lead and make him behave, makes it all the sweeter when he punishes you for it.

When you two arrive at the pub, there's already loads of people ready to spend the night, groups of friends singing drunkenly over the muted TV. How you and Michael manage to find a small table is a miracle, so is the fact that said table is in a small nook, so that Billy can't see you, not yet.

You two have to sit very close to one another, pinned as you are between two loud groups of people and Michael can't pass the occasion to trail his hand under your, admittedly, short skirt.

"Don't." You chastise him "What? I don't know where I'm supposed to put my hand. We're a little pressed here." He says with a smirk. "You think you are so smart, are you?" You cross your lags and block his advance. "I am." He uses his trapped hand to slide you and the chair closer to himself. "And you will pay for this."

You feel the heath of his words spreading all over your body: you can't wait.

"Promises, promises." You murmur against his ear.

You yelp when his trapped hand curls cruelly on the meat of your tight, the pitiful sound you've just made drowned by the voices around you.

"You're such a bastard, Gavey." "And you love me all the more for it." Michael has to crane his neck to see the counter. "He's back!"

You can't see Billy from your position, you can imagine he's returned from the storage room and it's your time to shine.

You stand up and adjust your ridiculous short skirt, before you saunter to the counter, where your other boyfriend is; you can feel Michael's eyes on your skin, you burn with his desire. Knowing that he wants and needs you makes you wet, that you can reduce his powerful mind to mush makes you ride the biggest power high of your life.

"Hello gorgeous." You position yourself so that your cleavage is in full view of Billy, who stutters and blushes when he sees it. "Two beers, please?"

You laugh when he doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares at your breasts: have you broken him?

The spell you've put him under breaks when the other server tells Billy to get a grip on himself and he blushes even more, his big blue eyes finally traveling to your face.

"Hi handsome." You repeat. "How? Why? Is Michael here as well?" "Yes, baby. He's thirsty and hungry as well, not for food, though."

If self combustion were possible, your poor Billy would have burnt on the spot: you two are back and all his need for you two explodes in his loins, his cock stirring in his jeans.

"We'll be at the table nestled in the corner." You say and wink, swaying your hips as you walk back, beers in hand.

Thankfully there's too much noise and people for Billy's colleague to truly notice your interaction or the fact that he's far too willing to go around the tables to collect the empty glasses and plates and that he takes a bit too much time whenever he disappears where the table in the nook is, only to reemerge dazed, having being kissed senseless by you and Michael every single time.

When midnight approaches, you and Michael manage to grab Billy, so that you three can be together when the clock on the telly strikes twelve. All the people around you are too busy celebrating, to notice the passionate kiss you three share at the far end of the pub.

No one is surprised when you two wait for Billy, at the pub you and Michael are known to be his friends and have accompanied him home countless times, the only difference is that you two are drinking shots with the staff, this time, whilst the pub gets closed for the night.

How you three make it home is a miracle, full as you three are with alcohol, swaying as you walk to Billy's apartment.

"How long are you going to stay?" He manages to ask in between kisses. "Until the term starts." Michael answers, his hand grabbing Billy's arse. "We'll need more condoms, then." It's the answer he receives.

The three of you might be drenched in alcohol, yet your combined libidos aren't affected, the kisses shared on the way home have only turned you three on even more: you're wet and loose already, your boys hard in their trousers.

You feel their hands on your body when the door of the flat closes, Michael's hands on your breasts, his lips on your nape, Billy on his knees, face buried under your skirt. You moan at the double sensation, Billy's mouth on your clothed cunt, Michael's fingers pinching your nipples over the thin shirt you've been wearing under the corset.

You three undress sloppily, hands in the way, teeth biting the skin revealed. You barely manage to get to the bed, clothes left everywhere, you lover's fingers buried in your cunt, your hands jacking their cocks.

You three fall in a heap on the mattress, kissing, biting, licking, hands exploring, you between your lovers, their teeth on your skin, their fingers fucking your hole and pinching your clit until you come with a whine. You find yourself on your back, legs over Billy's arms, his cock pushing into your pulsating cunt, grunts of pleasure at how tight your muscles are clenching around his erection, your whines of overstimulation drowned by his moans of pleasure as Michael's fingers fuck against his prostate, Billy's cock fucking you following the rhythm the other has imposed.

Billy buries himself inside your cunt when Michael's cock head starts entering him.

"You haven't been playing with yourself." You hear Michael grunt.

Billy's answer is a moan of pleasure, his face hidden against the side of your neck.

"It means I have to fuck you open again."

You can feel the short, deep pushes of Michael's cock as he moves Billy's hips to follow his movements, Billy's moans and whines of pleasure as he tries to move, to push back, but he's stopped by Michael's hands on his hips. Under them, you're writhing and begging, your cunt still reeling from the previous orgasm sends shock waves of pain and pleasure, your clit fires under the pressure of Billy's hipbone, your muscles clench almost painfully around his manhood, you lovers's grunts of pleasure are all you hear, until Billy whips his head back and comes with a shout.

He's trembling over you, his cock still hard inside your hole fucks you faster, now that Michael can push freely inside of him. You can only curl around Billy's body, your teeth biting his shoulder savagely as he pistons inside of you and fucks himself on Michael's cock, your body taking the brunt of their lovemaking. Your hips desperately try to move away, the stimulation too much for your poor body, yet your orgasm crests and crests, until you come, nails scratching you lovers' skins.

They keep fucking you and one another, Michael bends himself over Billy, so that you three can kiss messily, his hands now on your hips to keep you still, make you take it like you should. It hurts and drives you wild, your cunt a fist around Billy, your feet kicking at nothing in the vain attempt to escape the pleasure.

"I can't! I can't!"

You scream and beg, but Billy's cock drags against your G-spot again, the pressure of their bodies writhing over yours builds inside your belly, until it snaps and you squirt with a shout, your lovers following you with grunts and whines of pleasure.

You three are a trembling mess of limbs on the bed, of lips seeking skin, of nerves singing. You are not sure of who cleans the mess and covers your body with the duvet, you are just floating, riding the endorphins high, safe in your lovers's arms.

"Happy New Year."

Someone says in your ear, you can only babble something and curl tighter around whichever of your lovers is the closest: happy New Year indeed!

Cringefail Throuple taglist: @fan-goddess

[evieshifting]

evie's realities

actress.

two time oscar winner. emmy royalty. everybody's favourite twd girl since 2010. 1992 baby. famously beautiful. infamously accused of dangerous liaisons ...

evie.

endgame married christmas 2023

but ...

the seven-year-long affair i had across multiple partners before i met the loml...

better cr.

you know the drill. perfect body. perfect hair. perfect grades. perfect life. everything goes according to plan ...

evie.

fourth wing.

trained to kill. plugging my ears, however. old money.

luella dorothea serafine charbonneau.

soulmate.

grey's anatomy/top gun.

just a southern cowgirl. talented. alluring. returning to the skies after a depressing stint at seattle grace ...

roq wraith.

endgame

hogwarts.

gryffindor witch. the teenage dream of going to school with my siblings. puppy love. my best friend harry's parents are wonderful.

evie.

significant other

lord of the rings.

the pirate girl. beloved by the elves. sauron's doom. aragorn's long lost sister. my most trusted allies are a 9 foot pantheress and an albino raven.

fated soulmate

marauders hogwarts.

troublemaker. raccoon patronus says what. 1940s reincarnation stops voldemort this time.

wren-james monroe.

situationship from hell

marvel.

little orphaned english girl thinks she can fight the gods. mother nature's daughter. in a very literal sense, btw. messy. they called her demon. she cries more than she laughs.

wren-james monroe.

significant other loml but i left him. endgame but he DIES.

maze runner.

natural pink hair. cares too much about snails that get stuck on their side.

lou.

significant other

model.

eighteen daydream. scouted for what. future astronaut. 2000s angel.

isadora rose frost.

toxic. toxic. loml. scandal. endgame. (ilovethisphotosmsjsjwehdkdh)

new girl.

cool girl. she has a rottweiler and a cat named william. sl*t. who said that. older men magnet. everyone is afraid of william.

isadora rose frost.

endgame.

outer banks.

english rich girl turned pogue. cool girl. queen of bad decisions. she might make a decent formula 1 driver one day.

luella dorothea serafine charbonneau.

twink bf one. twink bf two.

popstar/theatre prodigy.

there is only one meryl coffey in the evieverse. everyone's favourite popstar. hozier-level soul. too much love for them. sold out stadiums. billion streams in a week. our glinda. teenage breakthrough global phenomenon. ted lasso crossover. the talent knows no bounds bro. the papers say i'm as good as michael jackson and freddie mercury. i tell the papers to fck off. (the papers are correct).

meryl adaline coffey.

endgame endgame endgame soulmate love of my life.

the gentlemen.

happy housewife happy gangster life. age gap relationship. just a horse girl.

isadora rose frost.

gangster dilf malewife.

the office.

the office fashion icon. everybody loves you. baby turn that baseball cap around. the slowburn is torturous actually.

evie.

significant other.

vampire witch werewolf.

i have to be everything or nothing. elena gilbert to buffy summers pipeline.

roq wraith.

waiting room.

elusive. ethereal. gothic. peaceful. if the loml was a place. perfect in every way. cats everywhere. my butler is lit thomas from downton whats up. yes there is a unicorn in the forest no she does not trust me yet.

90s fame.

siren.

husband one. husband two.

1800s jane austen novella.

if i hypothetically went to a national trust in my better cr. found a portal to the 1800s. old money. stable boy. another bloody portal. titanic. soulmate. annnnd i'm back in the present. bump into said stable boy soulmate. we are reincarnations. all makes sense once again.

evie.

soulmate.

1940s hogwarts.

the curse of the dark lord. tom riddle's single weakness. accidental soul ties. glimpses as a bus passes. haunting his dreams. decay.

roq wraith.

it was never love.

[awkward-halfhug]

Wow I saw one (1) stray stargate post on my dash and my anger is flared again about Michael I can't TELL you how angry I get about literally every thing about his story.

Bby boy was THE sweetest most precious INNOCENT bean, and the sheer number of ways that Atlantis did him dirty is unbelievable. astronomical. ridiculous.

If there's ever a storyline that makes me truly dislike our favorite team it's Michael's. If they had just been honest! If they had just not treated him like a monster, effectively making him feel like thats all he could ever be to them! They changed half the cells in his body, wiping his memory and leaving him this puppy dog that just wants friends!! And connection! And a sense of home!! Even after he learned the truth, time and time again he was still just looking for home and community and acceptance (and honesty!!),, and our beloved team treated him, this new innocent creature, like the scum under their boots.

iF i HaD bEeN tHeRe we would've ran away, me and Michael. We'd figure it out. Work out the cure for his hunger without wiping his memory again,, he's smart, the lil fledgling (mad) scientist,, I'd take some cure with us and we'd flee to some planet and I would be his family and his friend and I would give him the love and honesty and compassion he deserved.

Ik nobody asked for this rant I just get SO steamed about it whenever it comes to mind >:(

[gara-les]

thought about Mike...my beloved lil guy who haunts the narrative <3 (to Rainer and Belle, anyway. Rainer does some Literal haunting. of a PS1 game and not the Narrative, though).

headcanon about him and his brother <3

so like. mostly 'cause i thought it'd be an interesting idea, the way i like to view Mike is that he's Rainer's polar opposite personality wise. he's endlessly optimistic and positive, he's outgoing, you get the idea.

but they're also different in how they like. express emotions.

Rainer struggles to express his emotions because sometimes he can't put a name to whatever emotion he's feeling. so he gets poetic and cryptic with it (an exception to this is like. hatred and grief. He Knows When He's Feeling Those).

Mike can understand what he's feeling, but can Not articulate it concisely, or very clearly, since he goes on tangents. this is why he likes expressing his emotions through colors and shapes.

to give an example:

Jill asks her sons how they're doing. both of 'em are kinda pissed off. here's how they'd articulate that, though.

Rainer: I feel like a steaming kettle, like I'm about to lose it. Kinda like I wanna strangle someone, tbh. Not sure if I'm just tired or hungry, though. (< technically both of those contribute to it, but uh. Neither Are The Main Emotion He's Feeling)

Mike: Upset, like uh...Storm* when he's feelin' stormy, y'know? Like a lil growly puppy. Like a rainstorm, Ma. Think the color red but spiky n' sharp. Like this kid at school really ticked me off- (God have mercy on you if you had anything to do for the next six minutes)

(* the Hammond Family dog, given to Mike as a 7th birthday present.)

autism runs in the family doesnt it….. i love how you can potray two autistic characters so differently and still ahve them both be very autistic. i also have alexithymia and end up sounding cryptic and strange so i totally understand rainer…. adding that to the list of things your rainer does that i also do. i also feel like mike would have synesthesia because thats also more common in autistic people and also artists. speaking of art. i think their art would also be kinda opposite, more like a thinking vs feeling approach where rainer is better with design work and michael is more comfortable drawing and painting and such. just a thought….

[literatureloverx]

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY TO YOU😝😝🤗🫶🏼🫶🏼 OMG I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MY PRINCESS🥺🥺🥺🥺 It's been a while since I talked to you.. I feel like an absent parent😭😭 I have been doing a lot of things since I'll be graduating soon😣😣 Just one more week...Unfortunately😮‍💨 The plants in our garden is growing up so fast🥹🥹 I'm so proud of them. Other than that I've been doing quite fine, how about you my dearest? I hope you have been eating and drinking well, and also getting enough vitamins!

I started reading Blue Lock if you didn't notice from the amount of things I've reposted. I really really love it! Blue Lock is such a breath of fresh air from most manga or piece of media who tries to teach "All for one, one for all" or the "power of friendship" which don't get me wrong is a nice thing and I am a sucker for that trope or philosophy but it can be a bit overrated and for someone who is such a people pleaser (me) can get a bit toxic in my opinion. (I honestly do not know how to word this properly😭 Something about people taking advantage of people pleaser and them thinking it's alright cause "All for one one for all" right?? Iykyk) Im not much into sports (I literally feel my bones cracking when I do an exercise but maybe that's just a me problem) but this made me very interested in soccer! Although soccer is majorly male field I do want to see women that aren't just supporting characters.(Praying every day for an all female team to beat their asses😍) The characters are very interesting, my favorite part is how they interact off and on the field and also their back story!(I like studying them) My favorite characters so far are Isagi Yoichi🌱 (The mc and absolutely my favorite boy), Shidou Ryusei😈 (I find him very funny), and Michael Kaiser🌹(Very interesting man, I can relate some things to him). <<That was so random of me, sorry for yapping😣🙏

I watched the newly released melanie martinez song called "Leeches" and later that night I received a nightmare about a toddler size caterpillar(the very hairy one) outside my room😧😧 I'm not typically scared of bugs more or less just disgusted with them.. I wonder if you like bugs or not, snow? Oh and also what do you think of her songs?? And favorite??👀👀

Ngl every time I make an ask to you I feel so self conscious on how much I yap to you... Your just so welcoming mother!🥹🥹 I hope you enjoy April fools day🫶🏼🫶🏼🤗🤗 from your beloved vamp

—🧛🏻‍♀️🫀

Would you look at that? My baby vampire is here. ♥️ (Happy belated April Fools, by the way. I feel really bad about missing Nikolai’s birthday.😭)

I am happy to hear that you are graduating soon!

I am glad you have been doing well—I am also doing well, my dear. I have been quite busy lately, but it is fine right now; I have everything in order. I suppose I am eating enough too, no worries.♥️

There is no need to apologise. Your interest in Blue Lock is admirable, though I will likely never watch or read it myself because it reminds me of a certain puppy.

I personally like her songs, but not every single one of them. I have a few that I appreciate, and I once talked about them, but I can’t remember when. Dollhouse, Pacify Her, and Mad Hatter are songs that I like, for example.

I dislike bugs, but not overtly. I don’t like them near me (or on top of me), but I can take care of the situation if one happens to end up at home or something. I spotted a Mrs Spider (I called it that—I don’t know if it was female, but it seems plausible? No men are supposed to be in my room, after all. Haha.) in my room. I freed it, obviously (I cast it off the balcony 😭).

I am quite the dreamer myself, so it is relatable to me. Your dreams are almost as wild as mine, haha.♥️

[trashboatprince]

Werewolf Aziraphale but he turns into an huge affectionate Samoyed, Crowley deals with this every full moon

I'm just... picturing the fluffiest wolfman in history.

Werewolf Aziraphale, my beloved, how many fics have I read of you? (Michael Sheen is just so good as playing wolfmen, even if he's only been Lucian, but that's enough.)

Warning: mentioned transformation, this has human Crowley in it and they live with Aziraphale

On with the fic!

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"You don't have to lock yourself in the bedroom every time you change, ya know?" Crowley said as they leaned on the door, hearing shuffling sounds, as if someone was removing their clothing in a very fussy way.

"Yes, I know." Came the huffy reply, there was just the slightest hint of a growl in it. Not in an angry way, but an actual growl. "It's just... embarrassing, you know?"

"I've been with you for five years, angel, I've seen you bare as anything." Crowley smirked and snickered at the stammering from the other side of the door, knowing Aziraphale had to be red-faced.

There was a scoff and then it got quiet. "I'll scratch the door when I'm ready for you to open it."

"I know." Crowley smiled, then promptly tried to ignore the sounds coming from their shared bedroom. They knew what it looked like, they were used to it, but the sounds still made them squirm.

It was over quickly, and then there was the tell-tale scratching, gentle, to not ruin the wood. Always the fussy one, their boyfriend was. They opened the door and looked up at the large, white, fluffy beast of a man-shaped wolf that they called angel.

Then Crowley swiftly moved out of the way as Aziraphale charged out of the room and rushed for outside on all fours, his body a furry mess.

"You've barely been a wolf for two minutes and already there's hair everywhere!" Crowley complained, seeing white hair gently floating to the floor.

They'd have to get out the brush tonight, it was getting warm again, which meant Aziraphale needed to shed his winter coat. Why the hell did werewolves have winter coats!? They were human most of the time, it's not like humans have to shed their hair when it got hot!

But for now, Aziraphale needed to run, or else things in their cottage were going to be knocked around, and Crowley had spent all day spring cleaning. Aziraphale was at the backdoor, looking excited, and Crowley had to bite their tongue to not make any dog jokes. Aziraphale may give into his more wolfy instincts, but he was still aware of when Crowley made a joke, and they'd never hear the end of it when Aziraphale could speak again.

The one time he was asked if he wanted to go for walkies...

Approaching the door, Crowley was suddenly being nuzzled and cooed at by Aziraphale's large head, feeling the muzzle bump against their face a few times. Damnit, why was he so cute? Werewolves need to be scary, not be big, fluffy puppies with bad teeth.

"Alright, alright, calm your furry tits." Crowley huffed, smiling, and threw open the door. They yelled as they were knocked to the floor by the massive form that went right out to run around for a few hours. They sputtered and spat out loose, white hair, then grumbled about the hair all over their black shirt and sweats.

"You're cleanin' all of this in the mornin', angel!" They shouted out the door, knowing that they were just going to give in and do it themself in about half an hour.

--

Crowley leaves all the dog jokes for when Aziraphale is not within earshot.

[santacoppelia]

Watching season 2 for the nth time while baking cookies to gift my family.

Oh, Someone, how I love Jim. He's dumb as a sack of rocks and happy as a puppy. He is the best gift ever. And when Gabriel returns to his brain? And the first thing he asks for is "better clothes"? So superficial and vain as ever. He is PERFECT.

Aziraphale is my really beloved petty passive-agressive ethereal entity with perpetual anxiety. After listening to Neil talking about Michael being who you called to play a specific type... I cannot unsee it through the season. I love him even more. And his silly tongue (literally "in cheek") gets me every time.

Everyone (EVERYONE) in Heaven and Hell fake knowing things that they mostly only suspect. Beelzebub, Uriel, Michael, Shax... They mostly assume the "fake it till you make it" approach. Bluffers. It seems that ethereal and occult beings work mostly assuming that everyone understands what no one really understands.

Nina saying "we barely know each other" about Maggie make me smile.

In the Job story, it is explicit that God is still on talking terms with Satan… but no one bats an eyelash, except for Aziraphale.

I haven't noticed that "Catch 22" was in the bookshelf that Jim is organizing when he reads the beginning of "The Crow Road" and "Good Omens".

"Don't tell me you did it?" (Saraqael, all sassy, to Aziraphale, about the Miracle)

Mrs. Sandwich says "obviously" in the most endearing way. Reminds me a lot of Crowley's "Obviously!" in their fight about Holy Water.

Both Muriel and Saraqael asking to talk inside because Earth is really noisy. And then the sound design shows us that yeah, the bookshop is really quiet.

The enthusiasm with which Crowley likes specific persons: Jemima, Elspeth... He is absolutely endearing.

[yarrystyleeza]

Congrats of 200 followers!!! 🎉 So proud of you!!

Now for the sleepover, let's play kiss, marry, kill!

Kiss, marry kill...

Matt Murdock, Tristan Thorne, and Michelle Kinsella

Thank you Abby my love 😩💞💞💞

Kiss Marry Kill

Oh my god, why 😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

I would Kiss Tristan, he's just a baby, I can't imagine him being hurt, he's a lil puppy princess

I would stick to my choice, I would Marry Michael, Mikey my beloved, he's just so daddy father coded, like I would pretty much have a dozen of children from this man. 🤣

His parenting skills are just loving his children and seeking the best for them 🥺 (him doing 😃👍🏻✨✨✨)

Which leads us to me yeeting Matt for the second time today 🤣🤣🤣 I am so sorry Matty, but you I'm sure you will forgive me 😭😭😭 and there's a high chance he will survive this death 😭😭😭

Matty my puppy I love you, you can survive this I believe in you 😭👍🏻

Thank you for coming to my sleepover 🥰🥰🥰

[starry-mist]

Fucking stab me with a knife, it will hurt less than this.

I’m going to mention here that I got next year’s promo calendar and several of the pics that I assume are meant to be Rex are not Diesel…so I have a feeling they’re starting to replace him and I’m just sad because that’s the end of an era. Not like he’s dying or anything but he won’t live forever and I hate that beloved animals have so much shorter lives than we do.

Or maybe he wanted to punch Michael lol

I need this.

Easy, there, pal, leave some personal space. Unless you want to kiss him.

Alternately I need this. (OT3 headcanon? What OT3 headcanon? I’ve definitely never had an OT3 headcanon about Charlie Sarah and Michael…)

The fact that Sarah is considering this is what I see as her relationship interfering with her work.

I don’t know enough about criminal law evidence rules but the fact that Sarah has, many times, run DNA on cast-off objects like coffee cups, etc., leads me to this being a “now I have to think about what my prosecutor boyfriend wants too” moment and that’s…not great. I mean maybe Charlie has overstepped with the DNA tests too. But yeah she’s definitely not herself here.

Well, that's not a red flag.

Seriously. I used this and a few other points to have a little fun with Jerk! Michael in a post-season fic I’ve yet to finish. (I’ve also written him several nice fics, including at least one with a puppy. Because give the man a puppy.)

Charlie: "Is that what we are?" Sarah: "All right, you know what? I don't know what we are. We almost kiss, and then we never talk about it. We nearly die frozen in each other's arms, but we never talk about it. So, no, I got not no clue what we are."

I would have killed for a “what are we” conversation for Charah.

I'd have liked for her to shove the folder on him before leaving for extra dramatic effect.

Yes please!

Hudson and Rex S04E16 - Dog Days Are Over - Part B

"Thank you for saying it. Because if I am to wait for my emotionally stunted partner..."

"Concussions can cause mood swings." Say no more. I've got Charlie's defense strategy all mapped out.

Fucking stab me with a knife, it will hurt less than this.

My impression is that at this point Charlie was feeling his hands as if he could still feel how they hurt after he'd punched Hoole. Or maybe the blood on them although I don't think we ever saw blood.

Or maybe he wanted to punch Michael lol

Easy, there, pal, leave some personal space. Unless you want to kiss him.

Anyway, no one can convince me that all this animosity was only because of the case. And if Sarah had seen that, she would have yelled at both of them.

I never understood what was the big deal with the DNA sample. Yes, it wasn't given willingly, but the suspect literally left his blood on the interrogation table. Obviously any judge that hears "we punched that DNA out of our suspect before collecting it" would throw it out. But when Charlie went to Sarah after talking to Michael, he only wanted her to check it to see if they were on the right track. It wouldn't be submitted as evidence. This is shown as part of his unraveling and I just can't see it that way, like with other things he does, because I agree with him on this one.

And it shouldn't be presented as a "choose between your boyfriend and your work husband or whatever label you want to put on him" situation at all. Michael shouldn't have a say in what the police does during their investigation. The fact that Sarah is considering this is what I see as her relationship interfering with her work. I understand why Charlie is upset about it. Although he's wrong about where Sarah's loyalties ultimately lie.

"Me? I'm the one taking care of all of you."

Well, that's not a red flag.

That awkwardly choreographed move from Charlie's desk to I assume somewhere quieter is giving me so much second-hand embarrassment. Like, couldn't they have done one more take?

"It wasn't the season finale yet."

Charlie: "Is that what we are?" Sarah: "All right, you know what? I don't know what we are. We almost kiss, and then we never talk about it. We nearly die frozen in each other's arms, but we never talk about it. So, no, I got not no clue what we are." Whoever figures where and when this is from gets a virtual cookie. I only changed one word and yes, I remember this quote verbatim. They could have copy pasted this and it would still be perfect for this scene. I have been giddy ever since I realized how perfect it was for Charlie and Sarah, like 2.5 years ago.

"Damn. At least I punched the right guy."

I think Sarah is annoyed that Charlie switches the subject as soon as she says that she cares. I'd have liked for her to shove the folder on him before leaving for extra dramatic effect. In any case, she has proved to him that Michael will not get to decide how they work in the SJPD.

To be continued in Part C.