#went on a spree blacked out the entire time i made these

[diejager]

hi i love your work so much omg

…what do you think of the scenario of monster!141 x (platonic, if you want, it’s probably for the better) reader that’s made up of thousands of worms/spiders/or whatever creatures. reader is always covered up in clothes that cover up the entire ‘skin’ and they speak extremely weirdly/like everything’s speaking all at once and the voice is just sounding from the mouth but also in the torso? and legs? . the thing is that reader is shy or something and doesn’t want to admit that they’re just a hive mind of creatures, but it’s just kinda obvious not really (well obvious to monster 141). 141 doesn’t really want to comment on it because they’re just nice like that and find ways to help Reader get through some situations lmao (help i’m sleep deprived and i made this thought in 3 AM ish).

i give you a piece of 🧀

Many

Pairing: Platonic Monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

Cw: spiders, blood, military inaccuracies, canon-typical violence, cannibalism? Eating human, hive mind monster, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2.9k (A/N): I’m gonna be honest with y’a, I went on a spree and completely forgot what you first asked for but uh… I used some of your ideas and I hope it’s apparent enough?

For someone as decorated as you were, you were awfully timid, shying from human and hybrid interaction like a plague. Perhaps it was unintentional, the stiffness in your shoulders or the constant coverage, but to the world around you, you were nothing but an awkward person whose social cues were lost to time after more than a decade in the force. Starting your days covered head to toe, black over more black, or khaki and brown over more khaki and brown depending on the situation of your stay and deployment. 

Despite your social anxiety, your voice stayed strong and unwavering in the field, a cold, monotone voice that would coordinate the team if needed —you were a prolific intelligence specialist, that found your calling in intelligence gathering from the deepest and darkest pits, and an infiltration specialist that was sought out for your proficiency and successful operations worldwide, especially the undercover Ops done in secrecy. You’ve led a few clandestine Ops with Laswell for 141, the Station Chief letting you lead and direct them, trusting your insights and they always resulted in successful missions, coming back bruised and battered but alive and securing the cargo (or whatever they were sent there for). 

That meant that they knew you, your voice, your confident tone when you directed them, your unwavering decisions and your helpful guidance, but they hadn’t seen you until a few months ago. You were officially assigned to Task Force 141 as their Intelligence and Infiltration specialist, working on and off. This would be the first time you actively moved to the front, standing beside them during infiltrations, slipping into the enemy base with efficiency and silence. You moved as if you were a part of the shadows, melting into the darkness and disappearing from any camera and scans, your body invincible to infrared cameras or heat sensors. 

You moved with fluid motions, your body incredibly - scarily - flexible and seemingly aware of everything around you. To humans, you were probably the most skillful and abnormal human, born with talents that far rivalled those of hybrids, and a saviour to some for being able to keep them alive even through the hardest moments of their capture; but to monsters, to hybrids, you were special, a different type of creature that held a different category in the classes, one that humans knew little outside of the government and military. 

Whereas humans saw you as a stiff and socially awkward human that covered their whole body, TF141 knew better, they could sense it a mile away, the difference in you, the odd aura and smell you projected. Soap and König had mentioned it in the past, in the bustling Mess hall where they shared a table, Soap had noted that you smelled off, of something dead yet alive and König only brought the oddness of you holding thousands of different scents, musks that didn’t originate from one place, but from around the world. 

Gaz and Horangi gave off-handed comments about sudden movement under your clothes, a slight - near invisible - ripple under your neck or on your arm, their eyes zoning to the smallest of movements. Gaz brought it up first, his voice hesitant and confused, frowning down at his plate when he mentioned it to the others, only to feel reassured that he wasn’t imagining it, the small ripple that no one else perceived, when Horangi shared his own observations. Horangi had seen small black spots moving over your shirt and under the tight mask hiding your face, tiny-legged creatures climbing over you and vanishing under your clothes as if they were never there. 

Rudy was the best at understanding people, sympathising with both monsters and humans, but you just seemed lost, a shy creature that always hid from others when you weren’t needed. He and Alejandro remembered when they spoke to you after an Op, catching up to you before you fled to hide in your room, your tone was soft and shy, but it seemed to come from everywhere, never staying in one place as if there wasn’t a source to your voice. One moment your voice would come from your face, and then the next, it’d be down your abdomen, every word you spoke came out of a different area, but your chin never moved, face still and unmoving. 

They brought it up to Ghost, who’d sit with them at their table, pushed against the wall for privacy around human soldiers, since he - leaving out Price - knew you best, having worked with you a few times in the past where they needed your expertise in infiltration and hostage securing. They had hoped that Ghost could give them a few insights on you, whether it be about your kind or your uniqueness, they wanted something - anything - to quell their growing curiosity. Not only was Ghost one of their only sources of information, but he was also a paranoid one, always demanding an operator's file before and after they joined, his mind going through loops to calculate the danger of the new addition. Ghost was a guarded and walled-up character, ensuring that they wouldn’t betray him in the long run.

Unfortunately, Ghost knew as little as they did, Price was stricter with your information, keeping it under a hard lock and key. Only he and Laswell held information about you, your little quirks and details were a secret to anyone who wasn’t in the higher-ranked stations or the commanding rank and station chief. They had nothing to go on but theories, little hypothesis until Price or Laswell - whichever caved first to their incessant pleading - disclosed your personal file. So they did what they could with their observations, combining up with different monsters they’ve crossed paths with. You could’ve been one of those crossbred hybrids where they coupled for specific perks, or an experiment, seeing that you had an aversion to physical touch and human interactions. The least possible one, by far, was that you were an Eldritch being, a creature of horror and madness. 

“Classified for now, sergeant,” was all Price had told Soap when he cracked, his puppy-like excitement getting the best of him. “You’ll have to ask them, yeah?”

That left them with little to no choice but to watch you more closely, to observe their surroundings for any clues and to note anything bizarre since they couldn’t necessarily outright ask you. You fled seconds after anyone tried to start a conversation, head down and feet moving too swiftly to not seem like you were avoiding them or any long discussion as if you knew what they were planning. You seemed to have eyes at the back of your head, reacting instantly when one of them would follow you wherever you went, slinking from one shadow to the other, trying their best to hide from your sight and sense, but you were an expert in your own right, knowing and aware of undercover tactics when one was used against you.

Fortunately for them, other clues helped, subtle signs that most people wouldn’t even catch. The first one was small, jerky spiders that weren’t local to the UK or any continent, they weren’t like any arachnid they’d ever found, that was the first thing they noticed when they came across one, but the true challenge was to catch one of those pesky things. They were quick and small, evading them as if they had a mind of their own, their bites painful if one of them tried to grab it with a hand, the tiny fangs piercing through the thick material of their gloves, but once Soap got his paws on one, he made sure to keep it in the glass container. The spider was small, its exoskeleton so dark that it seemed to swallow any light rather than reflect it, a shade of black so black that it didn’t let any colours out. It didn’t look hairy, the shell so smooth and spotless that it seemed like two circles if they ignored the scrawny legs. 

Those spiders were almost everywhere, yet they went unnoticed by the people walking around the base and them until now. Other than the spiders, your aversion to physical contact and socialising, and favouring your privacy much more than anyone on the TF. You didn’t eat with them —you never seemed to eat at all. Your voice moved so often that the possibility of you having many mouths came to mind a lot. Your body was extremely nimble, bending in odd - sometimes painful for others - ways. Over other observations, everything they took notice of you were things that were inhuman, it made you a minority in the military - much like them - and a mystery to your team. 

They went on for months, unbothered that they might have seemed slightly obsessive, a stalker following his obsession. They weren’t worried about others calling them out, humans would chalk it up to monster stuff with a sneer and look the other way when Ghost or König glared at them. That didn’t escape you, Price or even Laswell’s eyes and ears around the world. 

“You boys don’t know when to stop, hmm?” Price wore a frown, brows cocked questioningly. His tone was one of a tired and relenting to their months-long search. “You’re lucky they weren’t mad about this.”

“So you’ll tell us, boss?” Ghost hid his excitement better than the rest, his chest rumbling lowly and eyes narrowed darkly, but not with a dangerous gleam. 

“Better if you see it yourself,” he sighed, crossing his arms, hunching against his chair, lip quirking at a corner. It was a cheeky lopsided smile, teasing them with having to wait longer. “It’s hard to explain in words. It’s quite the sight.”

And a sight it was! Watching you melt to the ground, your body scattering in thousands of small spiders that moved towards the body lying before you. You’d been paired with Ghost and Soap for this Op, leading them down a path you knew didn’t have any hostiles, getting intel back from the many spiders scattered around the area. They were the first to watch you eat, arachnids swallowing up the bodies, devouring them at record speed. You ate flesh and bones, ligaments and tendons melted by your acidic bite that only left clothes behind as an indication that someone died here. They were the lucky ones to see you eat, to bear witness to your monstrosity in the flesh and your moment of weakness where you had to sustain yourself, shedding off the shape of a human body.

It left Soap filled with awe, seeing you break away in thousands of individual bodies and come back together as one, and Ghost’s mind strewed with questions, some answered when you told them that you were self-conscious, a hive mind made up of spiders to form a body. You weren’t hiding away because you were afraid of them or that you hated socialising, you were simply too self-aware of your making, of the natural fear of eight-legged creatures. So you hid, shying away from people, thinking that they’d hate you for being what you were, a colony of undocumented spiders working as one. 

Horangi, Rudy and Alejandro caught you in action on the second covert operation when you were given the signal to lead your small squad into enemy lines. They watched the clothes you wore ripple, little critters bulging out from under your protective gear and rolling down your body in waves, black masses dropping off and separating. You were spread around the place, everyone acting as an extension of your mind and body, and they were —thousands of spiders sharing one mind. You shrank lightly, your body mass lower than it was with your body spanned across the area, working as your eyes and ears from afar like cameras worked for Laswell, except that your reach was farther and more potent. 

It was expected, but not less surprising to the three, watching your body shorten and little spiders crawl all over you. It would’ve made the hardiest monster shudder in fear or repulsion, feeling hundreds of legs moving about over their body, it would’ve made them slightly apprehensive, knowing from Soap and Ghost that your bite could be acidic, melting tough muscle and robust bone. It made more sense as to why you were so nimble and so observant, you had parts of yourself scattered around, working to map out everything and see everything. You were what made you so sought after for your skills in clandestine missions and covert infiltrations, it was scarily inspiring.

Gaz and König were the unlucky ones, being in the wrong place at the wrong time to see you “die”. With how unlucky his streak with helicopters was, it wasn’t a surprise that he was falling from another one, his wing bleeding from a bullet wound, the copper piercing through the meat and grazing the bone. It had him handicapped for the next few missions, staying on base until it healed completely unless he wanted to cause a bigger issue with his third pair of limbs. You were medevaced, watching Gaz grunt and groan, holding his wounded wing against his chest with a face screwed in pain. He’d been in an unfortunate situation, being purposely targeted by the enemy, and the situation couldn’t get any worse. 

The helicopter was shot down, and the flares deployed too late to stop the missile. It was a fiery mess, there was screaming and the loud crack of metal breaking, you could hear Laswell yell out in the coms, her worried and frantic voice trying to reach you and Gaz in the falling blaze. Most harpies feared fire, the flames burning their feathers and scarring the skin, making it impossible to regrow feathers on some rare occurrences. Gaz couldn’t remember much after the fall, waking up in pitch darkness, his skin crawling with shivers and invisible hands. He couldn’t make out left from right, he didn’t know if he was lying face down or on his back, and he wasn’t even sure he was conscious, seeing that all he could see was black. Then he felt sudden movement, a prickly sensation covering his body until light broke through.

He could feel his arms and his legs, he could stretch his wing out when he sat up, he wasn’t burned or hurt more than what he had before the crash, but he couldn’t see you when he looked around. He palmed the ground, feeling around the rough floor for you, your small, black spiders. You were on and around him, slowly climbing off him and flocking to a large mass. Your clothes were gone, burned to ashes in the mess while you shielded him, taking the brunt of the heat and burns. He swallowed down the quake that wracked his body and rushed to you, frantic to see whether or not you were in pain. Rather than forming back into a human, your appearance resembles more of a large mammal on four, clawed legs. Seeing that you were fine - or so he thought - he called back for evac, getting cover with your prone figure guarding him until the other helicopter and support came back.

König’s accident was more vicious than Gaz’s, losing control of his urges, letting himself shift and rampage through the area, ripping apart both enemy and ally. You were another body in his path, his claws tearing through your chest with sharp, bloodied hands. The others panicked, watching you scatter into pieces, falling apart from the seams as if someone had pulled out the only string that held you together. Instead of blood and guts, intestines that should’ve called out in a bloody mess, you broke apart, some fell to the ground, crushed under König’s weight, and others clung to him, swarming to stop him before he caused more chaos. 

It looked like a futile attempt from outside viewpoints, watching the beast stumble blindly, his face covered, your thousand pairs of legs locked to keep his mouth closed from causing more harm to others with his serrated teeth made to gnaw through bone and break flesh and muscle to consume and feed his big appetite. They could only stare at König trash around, limbs slowly being locked together, bounding his arms from flailing and slashing at people and his leg from blindly ambling and rushing towards his next victim. You rippled around König, a mass becoming a full-body restraint containing the hybrid’s grunts and growls, unmoving and unrelenting against him. 

You kept König’s rampage in check, keeping him contained while they moved both you and him to the aircraft and back to base where they could wait out the shift, the burst of rage in the hybrid. Gaz had thrown you a bundle of clothes after König fell asleep, you slipped off and crawled to your clothes, reappearing in a human shape under all your protective layers. Although they knew you could take extensive damage and survive unscathed, they still worried, would your strength still held together with a chaotic mix of human resilience and percht invulnerability.

You seemed to have let yourself go a bit, letting Soap or Gaz drag you around the base, letting Rudy and Alejandro strike up a conversation, letting Ghost or König sit with you in silence, and letting Horangi get the jump on you and follow you soundlessly because he was curious (and answering his questions). You might not eat with them, but you swallowed down your fright and agreed to sit at their table while they ate, digging into their preferred meal and occasionally replying to their friendly banter. You were still nervous about spending so much time in public, the looming fear of being faced with disgust from your allies was still possible, but you - with the supporting pat on the shoulder from Price - worked through your storming thoughts and insecurities. 

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[sim0nril3y]

I’m not sure why this one thought won’t get out of my head but like… bringing Simon to the Barbie movie.

It is something you have been excited about since you first saw the trailer pop across your screen whilst snuggling up beside Simon. He barely glanced up from his phone the entire time whilst you gasped and laughed beside him at the mere 1:30 seconds that flashed across the screen, all followed by. “I got to see that.”

As the day got closer Simon noticed that you were on TikTok more than usual, watching girls do seem less transitions into Barbie-like aesthetics. You went through a wild liking-spree as you watched each and every one.

You two wouldn’t go on the day it premiered. It would be too crowded, but a week or so later on a quiet night you would be able to convince him to go. You would be dressed up all pretty in the pink outfit that you’d picked and Simon would stand beside you in all black like he was ready to see Oppenheimer. Like always he wished to see you happy, buying you a big bucket of popcorn, sharing a drink with you, making sure you had the best seat and then he sunk down into his own, making sure his tall stature didn’t impair the vision of the person sat behind him - at first you thought he was embarrassed to be in there but when you noticed a little girl behind him happily bouncing in her seat able to see the screen you heart melted and you sunk into his side.

Gleefully you watched the movie, grinning and even shedding a few tears all the while. From beside you Simon barely watched the movie, instead opting to watch you. “Why you looking at me, babe? Margot Robbie is on the screen~” You urged him playfully and he smirked. “Nah, rather watch my Barbie girl instead.” This made your entire face light up before leaning in to gift him a soft kiss and then whisper. “Ooh, this Barbie is gonna please her Ken once their home~”

[vampsquerade]

May I ask for a Price x male reader?

Where the reader goes on a killing spree for some reason and Price has to stop him

And the reader just turns to him and says

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

of course, thanks so much for requesting some Price from me anon c: i hope you’re okay with the direction i decided to go in. i know some of it doesn’t make sense but…i wanted to try something new with this!

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Captain Price x Male!Reader: Chasing a Shadow

Trigger Warnings: angst with a neutral/bad ending, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, graphic descriptions of murder, revenge, personal vendettas, self-righteous mentality and motives, investigative hunting, forewarnings to the story, COD:MW2 (2022) spoilers

Being a vigilante was never supposed to be an easy thing, you knew that for sure. So when you went undercover and posed as a loyal member of Shadow Company after taking the identity of one operator you were working with in order to get better intel on the situation in regards to Hassan having hold on the missing missiles, it filled you with a gut-wrenching hatred. You hated them, but most importantly you hated the way they handled the situation. Shepherd did nothing but try and cover up the fact that he compromised that operation and got an entire unit killed. But why exactly was it time for you to begin to enact your revenge?

Civilians were going to pay the price; like they always had.

You’d grown tired of Shepherd and Shadow Company and figured that they were to be made responsible for their actions by making sure not a single one of Graves’ men survived. Your rampage began late at night, with you taking out several of the guards that were around. You didn’t care that these Shadow weren’t directly involved in the ambush by Al-Qatala, you just needed to make sure not a single Shadow could neither survive nor be able to continue Shepherd and Graves’ dirty work. At this point, you Task Force 141 was debated on the table but after seeing how well Price and the others had you outnumbered both in guns and strength, you made sure to keep a watchful eye just in case.

See, Price and his task force had been tasked with retrieving the missiles but was completely unaware of what happened all that time ago—despite being getting close to realizing what Shepherd had been hiding. Hell, it was the reason why you were so covered in scars each and every time he asked you about it. Once you were satisfied for the night and all the Shadow in the surrounding area were taken out, you made your way out before any suspicions were raised. You made sure to disguise one of the Shadow as you so they would think you had been killed. The morning came around and Price and the others became increasingly aware of what had happened in the night.

He and everyone else looked around for any answer they could find and once they noticed you had gone missing and not killed, he feared you had been kidnapped by Al-Qatala forces. No important intelligence seemed to be taken, as all you had decided to take was where the stationed Shadow were. All camera footage was checked and it appeared that immediately after a figure clad in all black, whom they couldn’t tell was you, had taken the power out to make it easier to get away with taking out all the Shadow. He personally saw to it that whoever it was, despite not knowing that the perpetrator was you, was caught and apprehended for this.

Days would go by as Price continued to follow you as were targeting Shadow of all ranks, interrogating several that managed to survive your attacks only to be left terrified of speaking out for the sake of their families; several of which even put in a formal request to be discharged. You had recently caught wind from a few that the situation with Hassan was starting to get serious and that the 141 was starting to get a bit too close to discovering how exactly Hassan had gotten his hands on the missiles Shepherd lost. The ones you lost.

There was also talk of Graves taking over the mission once Shepherd deemed it was time to, and that he and several other Shadow were going to apprehend or at the very worst kill Price and the others. You’d say you didn’t care, more focused on getting rid of Shadow Company once and for all, but you did care. Price and the others didn’t deserve to be caught up in the crossfire of Shepherd’s mistake. Shadow Company needed to be taken down as fast as it possibly could.

You saw this as the greater good.

About a month would go by and you would come to be called Lightbearer, as it was believed by the Shadow that you were going to be the one that would force the public to see what Shepherd did and put you through. Price was still hot in your trail and from how close he was, it would’ve been a sweltering heatwave. Tonight, just like many others, you were just about finishing up with all the Shadow in the area. Effectively snapping the neck of the poor Shadow you had a vice grip on, you bid him farewell as his body fell limp.

“What in the hell happened to you?” a familiar voice behind you asked. Startled, you drew your knife and put yourself into a defensive position as you stared at the man that spent a long time looking for his target. Captain John Price had finally found his killer. “What have you been doing this past month? We’ve had several Shadow go AWOL, request to be discharged, and straight up killed. Why are you doing this?” he asked softly, raising his arms to prove his surrender to you. “You’ll understand soon enough. I spent too damn long all that time since the incident to do anything about it.” you say curtly, narrowing your eyes to glare at him. “You need to stop this.” Price says.

You turn away from him, ready to get out of there, only to hear him pull a pistol on you. “Y/N.” Price says, warning in his voice. Not another step is taken forward, as you remain frozen to try and figure out what your next move is. Mind cold, words finally come pouring from your mouth, “I won’t stop killing until you kill me.” you say as you turn just your head to look at him. “But why are you doing this? You’re going to jeopardize our mission entirely.” Price says, holding onto the pistol tighter. “You’ll see soon enough why I’m doing this. I’m getting rid of them so they’re aren’t a lot left trying to kill all of you.” you say. “What do you mean by that? What do you know?” Price asks.

His expression had softened despite the tight grip he had on the pistol, as if trying to get more information out of you. “Like I said, you’ll see soon enough. I’m not the messenger for this. Either Laswell, Shepherd, or Graves will let you know—keep your ears open for the last motherfuckers.” you say, fully breaking into a sprint to the fence in front of you. “Y/N- Wait!” Price yells, holstering his pistol and running after you. It’s too late; by the time he reaches you, you’ve already climbed over the fence and continued sprinting away to continue your killing spree. Hands gripping the fence, Price can only watch you as you run. He doesn’t have the guts to kill someone that got as close to him as you had. You were practically one of his own, forgetting entirely that you were a Shadow.

Price purposefully let you slip through his fingers.

[tplambies]

here's a little bit of communications history from an au of mine!

'Communications' first appeared as a tv show called "Number Street", airing from 1956-1959 in black and white. The show mainly followed the Elsners- Nancy, Henry, their teenage son Kenneth (or as we know him, Kennith), and their young daughter Poppy- as well as their neighbors and friends. Notable other characters were Shirley (Stephanie) and Gregory (Greg), Kenneth's best friends, and Poppy's two young accomplices, Brenda (Bri) and Ann (Avery). Some other notable reoccurring characters were Ray, Evelyn, and Nathan. Taking inspiration from shows such as I Love Lucy and The Honeymooners, the show was a sitcom that focused heavily on Henry and Nancy's relationship. It wasn't incredibly popular nor did it have the best budget- however, it was still enjoyable and somewhat charming.

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Around the same time the case 1 fic became popular, a group of roleplayers began uploading edited versions of their au roleplays set in the 80s. The group was composed of three friends, one playing kenneth, the second playing "Shirley", and the third playing Gregory and Evelyn. The roleplayers chose to switch out the name Shirley with Stephanie, as they found it too "old timey" for the setting of their au, and used the name Greg as "Gregory's" full name. The au was pretty slice-of-life at first, with the angst being centered around kenneth's depression and being gay in the 80s (adopting the popular headcanon), though it soon took a dark turn after one of the users read the case 1 fic and wanted to take inspiration from it. It first started as Evelyn going on a killing spree and Kenneth commiting suicide but was eventually rewritten into kenneth hijacking a national news broadcast. The fic was deleted after the friend group fell apart and was considered lost for a time until somebody reuploaded it onto fanfiction.net years later. the original ending is still considered lost media.

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At the height of the comic's popularity, another adaptation was made- "communications" as we know it now! somewhat. A user who went by thetellerofstoriezz or Spoiler online wrote two songs based on the original popular fanfics, "housewife radio" (of which there were two versions- they remastered it) and "colorbars", neither of which gained much popularity. It wasn't until they released the final version of "housewife radio", which was based on the comic, that they got popular, leading to the creation of a comic-based remake of colorbars called "broadcast illusion". this song gained even more attention then its former, leading to Spoilers cranking out two more comic-inspired songs, "black & white" and "rotary dial". They later changed the meaning of their songs to match their own rewrite, which they discussed in length on tumblr, mainly though asks. their changes were bold, erasing poppy entirely and dividing the family to sort the characters into cases 1, 2, and 3. They had planned to release more music related to their rewrite, but cracked under the pressure and deleted their social media.

FINALLY the last adaptation to date! A reboot of "Number Street" was announced for streaming services (yayyy...). At first it was going to be a riverdale-style retelling of the original show, though while doing research, the writing team discovered the show's extensive fan-made lore and ended up changing the show entirely. It turned out as a sanitized version of Spoiler's retelling, with some (but not all) of the plot holes filled and a new soundtrack. Fun Fact: the young girl who played Poppy in the original show came back to play Frances in the reboot! the show followed each case throughout a season, originally pitching three seasons but hoping to be renewed for more, in which they would make new shit up. Unfortunately, they didn't make it past two, the show being abruptly canceled during the filming of its third season. The first season was published all at once, while the second followed an episode-per-week format.

ooh this is probably riddled with typos i'll fix it later

[ambreiiigns]

Yes tell me about "rick's crybaby backstory"! I didn't think this was a backstory type of show, that's exactly what I'm curious about! And what do you mean evil morty?? Tiny rick? Beth clone? Toilet episode? Pissmaster????? What is going on lol

YAYYYYY THANK YOU BUCKLE UP SORRY FOR TAKING A DAY XX HEHE

rick's crybaby backstory. that's what he calls it. he had wife (diane) and kid (beth) for whom he was going to give up science entirely (big deal for a rick, apparently he's the only one who was willing to do that !) enter Rick Prime. remember how the multiple realities and multiple versions of characters is a big plotpoint. yea. this Other Rick shows up and tries to get our rick hooked on interdimensional traveling but he refuses! bc he says it sounds lonely! ARGH so prima kills his wife and kid. oh well. we Later find out he's been killing everyone's diane and in fact invented a device that allows you to kill evert version of someone throughout every dimension. so rip diane forever and ever

so our rick goes on a revenge spree. he invents his own portal gun - apparently every other rick borrows their portal gun from prime who's the only one who built it himself. besides Our rick. and starts tracking prime down killing a bunch of other ricks in the process. so many in fact that those remaining build. the citadel of ricks. stay with me. it's like. idk a space station something where a bunch of ricks and their morties live and or stop by to mind their business. whatever. so this haunt for rick prime and killing himself over and over is what eventually gets our rick, who was gonna choose his family and human connections over science and adventure, to be as jaded and nihilistic and Alcoholic as every other rick before and after him. f in the chats for my man

so when the premise of the show is "rick had abandoned beth as a child and randomly crashed into her garage and settled down w her a couple of decades later" we know that's Wrong and that he's been on a quest to avenge her and her mom for all those years. aight. now it also ties into the overarching Plot of rick and morty bc during his quest to kill rick prime our rick also got in general trouble w the Galactic Federation who's like. big ass space government. and made friends w people who want to overthrow it. so he helps fight it yippie. this is how he meets my BELOVED birdperson and squanchy The Boys™ gang gang. we don't have time to discuss that rick's in love w birdperson maybe next time. the federation seems to be permanently dead rn if you care

by evil morty i mean THEE mvp i think some of the most iconic episodes revolve around him he got fed up w his rick and almost killed him put like some computer shit inside of him to control him like a little mechanical puppet. slay. then he went on to. become president of the citadel. slay. and revealed his Final Plan of killing a bunch of ricks and morties to create a portal that would get him out of the. my god. central finite curve. which we find out it's basically. every universe in which rick exists as the smartest being. evil morty's Evil Plan is simply to get out from under ricks' collective thumb and live by himself for himself. there's like a whole morty black market around the universe bc ricks use morties GOD I DON'T WANNA GET INTO IT IT'S SUCH BULLSHIT ACTUALLY but evil morty is my sweetheart he was right he did nothing wrong. he had a convo w our morty that knocks your tits clean off that goes like "if you've ever been sick of him you've been evil too" or "he's attached to us infinitely through his weakness and our forgiveness" like it slaps. it slaps i'm sorry what can i say

i feel like i end up talking too much abt rick when i love morty so much more but ofc the old man who goes on space adventures has more to be said abt him than the 14yo boy. but i do love him to death he's had such good if slow growth he's such a. victim to rick lmao even tho we find out very early on that ricks are usually SO much worse to their morties but he's been growing balls! he tells rick off now and finds him annoying and gets mad at him and all that! i love to see it. in fact rick is just as attached to morty at this point. it's so cute to see. grandpa's little buddy FUCK yeah and the other ricks make fun of him for that HA

tiny rick is. one time he turned himself into a teen and went to school w morty and summer. i like that bc he became pathetic and kept admitting he's Sad. beth clone is umm whenever we find out beth is in fact her father's daughter and is probably just as clever and violent as he is he proposes to make her a clone that will watch after jerry & the kids while she gets to go on space adventures like he did. and she doesn't decide she lets Him decide but instead of deciding her fucking. randomizes it so now there's a SUPER FUCKING COOL SPACE BETH RUNNING AROUND BEING BADASS and her own dad doesn't know which one is the original. top 10 most pathetic rick moments. the toilet episode good lord rick has a special planet where he shits and some alien guy finds his special shitter and rick gets really mad at him. the guy tries to make friends but rick refuses until guy Dies and then it's sad. it's sad. pissmaster episode? EVEN FUCKING SADDER it's like rick has a bunch of random enemies that bother him pissmaster being one of them jerry fuckin Destroys him and it's so humiliating that pissmaster. kills himself and his daughter's looking for him and it pulls at rick's weak spot so he. dresses up. as pissmaster. and sets up this fucking. suicide mission where he saves people from a bomb but dies in the process to kinda. give pissmaster a. proper sendoff. give his daughter closure. you know. it was SAD OK!!!! IT WAS REALLY GOOOOD

[darkapples13]

This is a continuation of a previous post I did which I’m calling based off of @forgettingcrowbin idea where Nightmare takes in Palette

The Chronicals of Nightmare and Palette

Chapter 2: Dinner Time

When Palette woke up he wasn’t sure if what happened was actually real or if it was a very civid dream. But when he shifted around in a nice soft bed covered by a full blanket he was sure it wasn’t a dream anymore. He sat up and saw a gift box on the end of the bed.

He was cautious in opening it but when he did he was pleasantly surprised by the gift. It was from Killer and inside the Box was a new pair of clothes, a dark purple shirt with a green jacket, and a pair of black ripped jeans.

He put them on and walked out of his room only to find Horror about to knock on his door. “Oh heh Horror what’s up?” Palette asked. Horror smiled and took him to the dining room where breakfast was all set up.

Palette sat down and they all started to eat breakfast, but Horror made sure that Palette had enough to eat and maybe even a bit more than enough. Since it seemed that Palette didn’t want to take larger portion sizes than ones that would be meant for little kids. So the next few days Horror made sure to serve Palette serving sizes that fit him.

Eventually this became the entire routine for them and Horror would serve Palette the correct amount before letting the rest of breakfast continue. But other than breakfast time together nothing really happened with the others and Palette during the day.

Sure they maybe Interacted at lunch or dinner but rarely any time in between those meal times. Palette mainly stayed on his own in his room just drawing or reading one of the books Nightmare gave him. He tried to help out with chores a few times but it always ended up in confusion so he just stopped trying to help and stayed in his room most of the day.

But that changed when Nightmare and the others had to go on a mission and Palette was left home alone. So he decided to do the chores that weren’t already done and to make the most of the day. He cleaned the bathrooms, did the dishes, mowed the lawn, fixed up the training dummy’s etc. So that was mainly Palettes entire day except for when it came to the end of his cleaning spree.

Palette looked at the time and saw that it was almost 6:00 so he decided to make some dinner. Spaghetti carbonara to be exact, he made sure that they had all of the ingredients for it first and then started to cook. He chopped up the bacon, mushrooms, and zucchini. Then he made the sauce.

He boiled the pasta and put the cooked pasta into a separate pot of similar size. He added the sauce and the vegetables and the bacon into the pasta. He mixed it around and added cappers into the pasta, not too many but just enough to add a pop of flavor into the pasta dish.

He then set the stove on low heat to keep the pasta warm while he started to make a lemon pie and he used the left over egg whites from earlier to make the meringue. After the pie was done he popped it in the fridge and started to work on making some garlic bread.

He just made fancy garlic bread like the way you see it in restaurants and added a crap ton of cheese on top of it. He was just setting the garlic bread on the counter when he heard one of Nightmares portals open up. And when the others came into the kitchen and saw Palette they were at a loss for words.

“How did you do this..?” Horror asked as he looked at the spaghetti carbonara. Palette shrugged and stirred the pasta around. “I figured you guys would be hungry after your mission so I decided to cook after doing the chores.” Palette said simply. Palette served everyone a nice large portion of food, he even gave himself a decent portion much to Horrors delight.

After dinner Palette went to his room where he tried to go to sleep after a nice long day. But it was going to be one of the nights where his body wouldn’t let him sleep no matter how hard he tried. So he just laid there in the dark waiting for him to eventually drift to sleep.

About an hour later he still wasn’t falling asleep and Nightmare came in to check on him. “Why are you still awake child? It’s midnight and you should be sleeping after all of the work you did today.” Nightmare said as he flicked on the light. Palette shrugged and sat up feeling restless. “It’s just one of those nights where your brain feels like it’s never going to shut off.” Palette explained.

Nightmare left the room and came back 5 minutes later with a children’s book in hand. “You need to rest for tomorrow Palette so I’ll try this method that I do with dust sometimes.” Nightmare said plainly. Palette laid back down and watched as Nightmare flipped the book open to page one and started reading.

“One upon a time there was a fluffy bunny. This bunny liked to play games with his friends. One of his favorite games was hide and seek. But his friends had grown quite tired of this game navy’s they were never able to find him.” Nightmare read. “But maybe this time with your help you’ll be able to find fluffy bunny in his…” Nightmare kept going.

Palette slowly drifted to sleep as Nightmares voice gets slowly droned out more and more the longer he reads. Eventually Palette finally falls asleep and starts to lightly snore the exhaustion finally taking hold of his body.

Nightmare pats the child’s head and ticks him in making sure that Palette is fully covered with the soft blanket. He turns off the lights and utters a single “good night.” To Palette before he leaves and closes the door behind him making sure it was quiet as to not wake him.

And the only thought that crossed Palettes mind before drifting off to sleep was.

Maybe this is my home?

Drawing of the clothes Killer gave Palette at the beginning

[quotidianish]

so, theyre (i use it/they for pyro) from a crossover between tf2 and my moirail and i's oc lore that i made because I wanted to and its the way i feel safest contributing to the tf2 fandom.

pyro in specific is a penodir, which is a race of robots (their biology is best described as "mechanical components pretending really, really hard to be biological") created by an evil pseudodeity (basically anything powerful enough to be mistaken for a god that didn't actually go through Apotheosis) to facilitate earning money on the black market.

for most of their existence as a species, penodir have existed as mostly a race of children. the penodir pseudodeity tells the penodir that the people theyre killing (which are then taken to the penodir homeworld, separated into their useful parts, and sold on the black market) are just animals, and when the individual penodir gets old enough to develop the critical thinking skills to realize that the things they hunt are sapient people, he resets them to toddlerhood (this has to be done manually, so its possible to escape it).

eventually, long before the events of the crossover, my oc deadpica (who is the single most powerful thing in the canon that isnt an outright god) kills the penodir pseudodeity, freeing the penodir and allowing them to collectively grow up and move on.

pyro is one of five adult penodir from before then.

its escape from penodir society wasn't anything dramatic, they just decided it was tired of taking orders from some random meat being who wasn't even paying them. sure, he claimed to have created the penodir, but if he was that powerful he could do the shit he was making pyro do himself.

after escaping, pyro found work as a mercenary. its hard to find legit work when your species is only known for murder afterall.

after becoming desensitized to the fact that it was killing other sapients, pyro quickly became famous in the galactic underworld as one of the best killers for hire out there.

during this period of their life, pyro became extremely cynical and world weary. it had some really messed up shit done to its hardware, like purposely overheating after surpassing a certain level of exertion (which it would otherwise be able to handle just fine) so that anyone that hit it in combat would risk being burned. pyro was convinced they were going to die before feeling the effects of these decisions (penodir never die of old age, but yeah).

an indeterminate amount of time after this self destructive spree, pyro went to someone who they were supposed to be able to trust to repair some damage it got. instead of repairs, pyro got a computer virus. one that was specifically designed to fuck with penodir.

while attempting to resist the install of the virus, pyro got some damage to the hardware it uses to think, and activated a software bug that popped up as a result of being reset too many times. needless to say, this triple whammy resulted in pyros entire brain being rearranged.

not only did their personality change to that of canon pyro, but pyroland became a thing, AND it forgot huge chunks of its life, including its name and entire existence before escaping penodir society.

despite this, pyro remained an extremely competent mercenary, and was shortly picked up by mann co to fight over gravel on a nowhere planet.

the whole memory thing is extremely distressing to pyro. unlike its colleagues, it doesn't really have an identity outside of its work for mann co. the majority of its life is a complete blank in its memory, and it has no idea what it will do after mann co. there are probably people out to get it that pyro has no memory of ever meeting, much less pissing off. its main plan is to just follow engineer, who is one of the only people it really trusts, but his species, selkies, only live as long as a human. unless he uploads his consciousness into a robot body (which is probably what will happen tbh) or something, theyll have a relatively extremely limited amount of time to do so.

pyro is also kind of starting to break down from the self destructive modifications it has no memory of having made. if i ever write fic for this crossover, i might do something where pyro passes out in front of the door to engineers workshop and he discovers everything it had done to itself while repairing it

Damn bro that’s really cool lore. It gives a nice explanation and if a fic is ever written out of this I’d read the heck out of it.

I like this version of engineer and pyro, it’s very creatively constructed. Love this man

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*Jade lets out a laugh and flips her hair off her shoulder* I do fancy everyone but Renee is different. She just has an air about her. Like I said, we made eye contact, and it’s all I thought about for a week. I’m hoping tonight she’ll actually talk to me. Wore this little skirt just for the occasion. *she laughs as Jen and Carmen both reprimand her for her horniness, rolling her eyes playfully at them before ordering the three of them another round of drinks from the bartender* *thirty minutes go by before Carmen gets the text that Lindsey was arriving, everyone hiding and the room going black, everyone standing up and shouting surprise when Lindsay walked in, it clearly being successful since Lindsey was clearly shocked and surprised* *the three of them rush over to greet their friend, there being many people at the party, Lindsey being pretty popular*

*I was so happy that this surprise party went off so well, having been distracting Lindsey all day with a shopping spree and an expensive lavish dinner, telling her I was only in town for this so she’d be more willing to spend her entire birthday with me and not worry about her other friends, the lie having gone off perfectly* *I was standing with a group of my girlfriends, having been traveling for a good part of the past month so I hadn’t seen any of them in a while, so happy to be back in the city and here to celebrate my best friend and let loose for a night* *I throw my head back in laughter at something one of my friends said, my hair down and effortlessly wavy, my outfit fitting me perfectly like a glove, not a single hair out of place*

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*raises a brow at Jades words, chuckling and shaking my head with a laugh, Jade always having a crush going on at any one time but the way she was describing you made you sound goddess like, intrigued to see what you looked like if it was having this affect on Jade* *we talk and drink for the next 30 minutes before being ushered to hide and calling out surprise when Lindsay enters with you, caught up in the cheers and joy before my eyes get caught on you, feeling struck to the floor for a moment as my gaze automatically takes you in, lingering eyes on your figure and your olive skin, and your eyes, god your eyes, I was completely encapsulated* *breath caught in my throat as my heart hammers in my chest, overwhelmed with a sudden gay panic as you were without doubt the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, feeling so invigorated by your presence but also shying away from the strength of this feeling, feeling so plain in comparison* *you had such a magnetising effect, the power over the room was obvious as you glide through it so gracefully, watching you laugh and knees feeling weak, wondering who this mystery woman was??* *it was getting very loud and busy in here with all the new people and after the surprise, needing a bit of air as my attraction to this stranger was overwhelming, still coming to terms with being bisexual and this was like a hit in the face, feeling flushed as I slip away with the excuse of going to the toilet but actually I head out towards the balcony, taking in a deep breath*

[decodedlvr]

The thing that’s annoying is that any one of those writers could have been the one caught “liking” posts by that account, because everyone and their mom likes shit without always diligently checking the tags/warnings/the entirely of that pages master list for dubious content. And I remember after all this went off some of the fics on that account were regular ass fics, or regular dark fics, yet some people were blocked for interacting with that page at ALL, even the normal fics. It’s by pure LUCK that some people were not caught out for liking some random persons fic without knowing the content was dubious. And I’m willing to guess people have gotten VERY lax about reading warnings since. Nobody should pretend they’ve spent the entirety of their time in the fandom vetting every single thing they’ve “liked” as a form of bookmarking. It could have happened to ANYONE and they don’t want to admit that.

And another thing I’ve noticed, I went on my own block spree after this all went down and had to stop because there were hundreds if not thousands of people interacting with that pages fics and with that blog. There’s also mostly white people in this fandom. But you know what I noticed? People hyper focused on you, as well as two other blogs who I won’t name bc idk if they’d be comfortable dredging all this up again, who openly state are black/poc/mixed. There were WELL over 600 people blocked but people *specifically* were only bringing up the poc blogs - why? And this isn’t to say poc get a pass on accidentally interacting w dubious shit but WHY THE HYPERFOCUS on the VERY FEW OPENLY POC in this fandom? Out of the HUNDREDS of white people who interacted on that blog? There were even people commenting who KNEW what the content was and was specifically commenting and naming that they liked it for that specific reason, why not name THOSE blogs instead? But no, they gathered the specific names of blogs that openly state they’re poc, in a fandom where the number of poc is extremely small, and publicly AND “privately”(discords) choose to drag them through the mud. Some of those accounts didn’t do shit except like one of the normal fics from that page that wasn’t one of the ones that were fucked up. And I’m not saying that blocking any accounts interacting w that page is wrong, not at all, I’m saying WHY WERE THEY SPECIFICALLY ONLY NAMING AND SHAMING THE POC BLOGS. ALL THREE specifically say “black/mixed/poc” in the header/bio.

You isn’t have to post this, but if you do I know people probably won’t(or pretend not to) get what it is I’m pointing out here. But once again out of ALL the white people that were interacting with that page, AND GIVEN THAT THIS FANDOM IS PRIMARILY MADE UP OF WHITE PEOPLE IT WAS MOSTLY WHITE PEOPLE, it’s three poc that were specially getting named over and over again and being made an example of. While the white people that did get forgotten about.

Tbh the main thing I’ve noticed, is that when there are people or friends that believe and know you as a person, wouldn’t bother standing up for you because then they’d lose their own friends.

they would rather not share with people who are actually innocent and made a mistake in this situation vs them not losing their own status. It’s sad. Some get to walk away, and some are stuck living with it. Some just sit back and watch, and that’s just as bad

They’ve got my name on lockdown that’s for sure. And there’s no escaping it

[purplesurveys]

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Do you paint your nails often? What colour are they currently? No, they're never painted. I honestly might just chip off the polish as soon as it dries because I find that more satisfying than the actual look of the nails, lol.

Look around the room - can you name 3 yellow objects? Branded envelopes from one of the clients I handle; my Butter tin can, and an unofficial Chimmy ballpen.

On which social platform do you have the most amount of friends or followers? How many is that? I have the same amount of followers/friends on Twitter and Facebook, which I literally just learned right now because this question made me look haha. Thanks for the surprise knowledge!

Who was the last person to recommend something to you, and what was it? We were thinking for a place to drink when Trisha, one of our former workmates who hung out with us last Friday, suggested this place she knows called Pierre's Reserve which is kind of like a hole in the wall bar in Katip.

We ended up going there and it was great, but I was so sleepy at the time that I was in no mood to party and didn't even want to be anywhere near the DJ. Thankfully our group was ushered to the soundproof private section of the bar so we can hang out in a quiet area. Is this what it's like to exit your youth years? LMAO

^Speaking of which, do you take note of other people's recommendations? If it seems like something I would get into then yes.

When was the last time you met or were introduced to someone new? Trisha's girlfriend, Ces. I kind of felt for her because all my current and former workmates were catching up with one another and had their own established banter already, and she was mostly quiet at the corner of the table, scrolling through her phone. I would've approached her but holy shit was I sleepy that entire dinner (I was barely talking among my workmates to begin with lol) that I wouldn't have been able to converse with her anyway.

What did you think of that person? She seems sweet! Not at all snobby or closed off. I think she could definitely open up after a few dinners with the team.

If you have pets, do you share many photos of them on your social media? Yes, including Kimi.

Which social platform do you use the most? And the least? I'm on Twitter the most often, by a landslide. As for least, that would be Tumblr as I'm only ever here when I have the time to take these.

Who was the last person you went out for a meal with? What did that person order? We had Trina's farewell dinner last Friday at a wine bar; we had clams, a cheese plate, and a couple plates of their specialty fries. I got a whiskey-based cocktail which I HATED HATED HATED and barely touched even though it cost me a fortune lol...and we had three bottles of wine, although I only had two glasses.

When was the last time you bought a new item of clothing? What did it look like? I don't think I've ordered a new article of clothing since pre-Bangkok. The last one from that spree though, I think, were my Dunk Lows. They're white with purple accents.

What colour are your favourite pair of shoes? How often do you wear them? ^ That. I literally never wear them ever lol unless I'm going someplace bougier than usual.

Who was the last person you hugged? What is that person's favourite food? Trina. I have no clue what her favorite is actually but I do know that she dislikes seafood. Trina why :(

What colour was the last butterfly you saw, if you can remember? Black.

Do you curse in public, or do you usually try to avoid it? Nah I wouldn't say so; I try to watch my mouth in public.

What colour is the logo of the supermarket you shop at most often? Blue and white.

Have you ever used a dating app? Which one(s)? I've used Bumble, but only for an ego boost cos I could see who potentially matched with me. I never talked to anyone the whole time I had the app.

What's the biggest book on your bookshelf? Any idea? Some encyclopedias I've owned since childhood. Man those things must be over 20 years old now...who knows what trivia in there have since been debunked/updated since then? I should take a look through them soon.

Do you have any alcoholic beverages in your fridge at the moment? I have quite a handful of beer left from the times I've had friends over. We also have a few bottles of wine.

Do you have plans to spend time with a friend soon? What do you have planned? Angela, Reena, and I want to get together soon but there's no date or plan set yet. It's just on the radar.

[kamalboras]

hell is real!! and i’m going to bed

[artzee-bee]

Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

~~~

Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it. 

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

[madametrashbin]

Of Gods and Stars

Brain went brr at work and while thinking about lovely Dainsleif (sir, please come back soon I miss you-) so Khaenri’an Reader. God!Darling is a Khaenri’an.

That’s it. Everything else in this story is pure improvisation from whatever dramatic story I can come up with through the power of memes (that’s really just how my brain functions at this point haha I’msofuckinghopeless).

@nicebonescomrade wanted something like this so I’ve tagged the creacher of skeletons that has some of my bones right now (not that I mind since I don’t make optimal uses for them).

Huge divergence in plot, I guess? Uhh... I apologize, but I’m dogshit at warnings as you might’ve witnessed. Still, hope you like this. Am going on a posting spree because I gotta make up the time span from last post.

Might also be super messy and short because it’s just brainrot I need to clear my head out of.

You grew up a little isolated from the world... your parents, middle-classed as they were, treated you as though you were something else that wasn’t their child. 

(That all started when you told your parents of the weird dreams you had, of a bountiful world where only nature and its creatures thrived... civilization was no seen then, and many giant creatures roamed the lands as though they belonged there. 

You never understood the faces your parents made then... you were still but a child in heart and mind.)

People, just about everyone in the kingdom, treated you with something you couldn’t pinpoint- something your young childish mind couldn’t comprehend at the time as you grew up pampered and spoiled rotten with the luxuries of the Kingdom at your fingertips. 

You were so young then, so you didn’t understand the significance of your existence.

As years went by, you learned to understand things better. You understood the meaning of why people acted the way they did now. Everything you’ve seen, felt and experienced in the moments growing up made more sense.

The voices you heard from the land, sea and sky... the way the animals never ran from little old you... the way everything seems to be in your favor, or how it followed your moods.

(You learnt on your own that you were a God reincarnated... a God so special that created the world you walked on. It was hard to take in though... even if you finally had answers to why you were treated so well and essentially isolated from the world and its people.

But... there were other memories you saw in your dreams, one that had nothing to do with this world and of something entirely unknown to you... you couldn’t figure it out at all, but that place looked a lot better than what you had now.

You were more free over there.)

Your world comes crumbling to pieces, literally as the kingdom you lived in burned... Gods and their followers alike had attacked out of anger for reasons you knew not of... but Gold, a friend who was a constant source of comfort and company when everything felt like too much, had told you to leave the Kingdom and hide before calling upon an endless sea of terrifying monsters to fight back.

The last you had heard of them was after the Twilight Sword had carried you up in his arms tightly, running out of the kingdom as he had strange black and blue marks crawling up the right side of his body amidst the flames and strange cubes as though his very existence depended on it.

(Perhaps it did, because it was you that they wanted... and as a Khaenri’an through and through, he could not allow them to have you. You, the Creator, was reborn a Khaenri’an... so it was obvious that you belonged to them the same way as they were all made for you to use to your heart’s content.)

You cried the day Khaenri’ah fell... tears falling endlessly until you had nothing left within you to share your grief. 

The white stars that one dazzled in your gem-like eyes turned black from grief, the anguish you bear in your heart became unquenchable even if the knight that stuck by your side for centuries had tried to console your weeping soul but was met with no avail and could only be there for as long as he could.

The stars had fallen with your tears... and just like them, never returned to where they belonged.

Home is gone, and all you have left are the remnants that linger on the world as stains filled with sins.

[nightwishesworld]

Oh, I have a request! How about the daughters (who love the reader very much) always taking the reader and practically stealing her every time she’s with Alcina? (Cuz we need more daughters and reader interaction 🥲) And maybe to the point of our precious big dommy mommy gettin ya know ya know jealous? ;)) HAHGSHAHAHAHA, that would be hilarious to see. Anyways, hope you’re havin’ a great time~ ✌🏻till next time!

I’m so sorry this took me so long anon! I’ve gotten more requests than I ever thought I would and I’m starting to get behind. This was a really sweet one to put together though- really enjoyed it!

Slight Gore warning for Cassandra! Nothing too detailed but it is referenced. If you don’t like it just skip her

Bela

Being the eldest sibling has made her the most level-headed of the three. After decades of ending squabbles between her younger sisters, she’s discovered the pleasures of retail therapy. 

She takes great joy in popping off to neighboring villages for a few hours perusing the various aromatherapy shops.

And she takes even greater pleasure bringing you along. Dragging you, really. Even if you’re otherwise busy. Sometimes she’ll buy you a few scents or lotions that catch your eye.

She calls it “compensation for being dragged away from Mother,” but really she’s just happy to spoil you

Also loves asking you for literature recommendations. As vast as the castle’s library is, Bela had read through most of the literature over her lifetime

Is absolutely fascinated by modern day novels. 

She takes you on a day-long shopping spree visiting five surrounding villages just blowing through money buying almost every book that peaks her interest

Most of your time together is spent relaxing in the library talking about your novels. 

Eventually you’ve collected enough books to make an entirely new section in the library just for the two of you.

Even when cuddled up with Alcina in the library, there is simply no escaping Bela when she’s looking for recommendations or simply someone to talk to

At the end of the day, you really didn’t mind. You were more than happy to spend time with all the girls and happy they wanted to spend time with you. 

You knew as annoyed as Alcina got when interrupted she found it incredibly sweet that her daughters will go out of their way to be with you

Cassandra (Cassi)

Suffers from middle child syndrome hardcore

She’s a bit too old to understand Bela’s interests, but too old to join Daniela in her delusional fantasies. So naturally, she tries to cling onto you.

At first she tries to convince you to enter the basement with her so she can show you her “Art Gallery,” but Alcina forbade it. So things between you and Cassi went quiet for awhile

Alcina says Cassandra is an artist of some sort and all her work is done in the basement

After about a month of silence Cassandra came barrelling into your private study with some kind of canvas in her hands

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, y/n, but I’ve been working really hard on your gift.”

You gush, “oh Cassi, you didn’t have to make me anything. That’s so sweet of you.”

She eagerly flips over the canvas to reveal her painting of a human heart.

It was beautifully detailed, the heart really jumped off the page against the black background...but something was off about it. It took a minute for you to realize it but once you did, you couldn’t stop staring. The heart was painted with blood.

You were lost for words. 

“Well?” Cassi, asked with a broad smile on her face. “Do you like it?”

All you could do at first was nod you head. “Oh Cassandra, its gorgeous. You really made this?”

The girl’s eyes were rapturous. “It’s my favorite hobby! But this particular piece was my first try at observational painting. I hope I did a good job...”

“Are you kidding Cassi? It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen anything like it. Can I hang it on my wall?”

She lunges at you, wrapping you in a suffocating hug. “Thank you, y/n. I made it a heart so you know how much we love having you here with us.”

Tears were starting to prick your eyes. “I love you guys, too.”

You looked up lust long enough to see Alcina walk in your study, roll her eyes and walk right back out.

Daniela (Dani)

Being the youngest Dimitrescu definitely has its advantages and Daniela knows how to use every single one.

Gets away with absolutely everything and anything under the sun. Even things her older sisters could only dream of getting away with and it irritates them to no end.

Daniela is definitely the most daring of the three. Always pushing her boundaries with her mother and will go out of her way to annoy Alcina just for funsies.

Is comfortable (and has) appearing in your bedroom while your, erm...busy with Alcina. Literally grabs you by the arm and swoops you away in a swarm of moths giggling the entire time. You hear Alcina shouting obscenities as you’re taken away.

You’re both thoroughly embarrassed.

Daniela seems to be, just like her mother, very needy. Attention starved if you will. So of course, she’s in need of your presence every hour. Sometimes more. 

And for the dumbest freaking reasons!

“Y/n come quick! Look at the birds in the garden. They’re so pretty!”

You laugh at her excitement “They’re crows, Dani. We see them every day.”

Other times she will drag you to her room and pull out her vast collection of weapons and tell you different stories associated with each one. You loved hearing how passionate Daniela was about her collection.

On a few rare occasions, she even gifted you a set of daggers, or crossbow, or whatever your favorite weapon is.

“You don’t own any y/n, which means you’re vulnerable to attacks. One day I’ll teach you how to use them.”

BONUS: Alcina being absolutely done with her girls not sharing

Late hours of the night are Alcina’s favorite time of day

She gets to relax in bed with you all to herself while shedding away all the stresses from the day. 

More often than not she’ll lazily sip a glass of wine and reread her favorite novel to you while you’re nestled in her lap.

It was the only time of day she knew she had you all to herself

...usually...

One night all three of her daughters barged in your bedroom arguing who you would spend time with first. Alcina tried shouting over them to take control of the situation, but none of them were even paying her attention.

Situations like this call for drastic measures.

Alcina covered your ears and shouted at her girls from the top of her lungs. Once she knew she had their attention she reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a...spray bottle? They were about to laugh at her before she explained that the spray bottle contained holy water.

That scared them enough to make them back up a few steps. Daniela even hisssed at her, baring her fangs like a feral animal.

“I am tired of you three stealing away my y/n and I’ve reached my breaking point. This is the one time of day I’m allowed exclusive time with them and I will not have you getting in the way of that.”

You couldn’t process what was happening before you. Was Alcina really prepared to spray her own daughters with holy water just because she wouldn’t get her cuddles tonight? Really?

Daniela felt bold tonight. “As if you would actually do it. I bet that’s not even holy water.”

Alcina only arched a brow. “Well you’re more than welcome to come see for yourself, Daniela. By all means.”

The redhead was about to do just that until Bela pulled her backwards. “I guess we can wait and see y/n tomorrow. Goodnight, mother. Goodnight, y/n.”

As soon as Alcina knew they were gone she fell back onto the mattress, pulling you with her, peppering you in kisses. 

“Darling,” you ask. “Is that really holy water?”

She chuckles into your neck. “No, it’s not, and they should have known that. If it were I wouldn’t have been able to hold it without it making me feel ill. But they’ll figure that out eventually and once they do they’ll be back.”

“What then?”

“Pelting them with fake silver should do the trick.”

[sparkles-and-trash]

List a 24 for tododeku? Curious to see what you come up with 😁

note: this got longer than planned, I hope you like it!

prompt: ”what on earth are you wearing?”

*start of 3rd year at UA, post war etc*

Izuku would have hoped the blaring noises and lights would have served as a better distraction than they currently were. To be fair, his mind was known to be pretty loud.

At least the all the noise kept the low string of mutters coming out of his mouth hidden from the few other people at the arcade.

It eased Izuku's mind to see that his plan to have the date at the middle of the day on a normal weekday had worked out, considering how people that were there.

That was, until his date walked in the door.

Listen, Izuku was used to being blinded by Shoto in his normal, dark and natural tones, but this was... something else.

Shoto had yet to go further than a few steps inside the arcade, which gave Izuku a few extra beats to take it all in.

The most normal part of his outfit was the turtleneck sweater, but it was much lighter and brighter blue Shoto usually wore. On top of that was some sort of holographic jacket, which Izuku might have expected from a Harajuku model, but certainly not Shoto.

His jeans were normal, baggy denim ones, but they were ripped, including a huge one on the right leg, and it showed the black... dear fucking All Might, was he wearing fishnets?

Izuku was gonna have a stroke before this day was over.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Besides a squeaky "you look very nice" when they greeted each other, Izuku had managed to not comment on Shouto's outfit for almost the entire date.

Part of the reason he had asked Shoto to come to the Arcade of all places was because Shoto had mentioned that he hadn't been inside one since he was five and his brothers had snuck him out, and he didn't remember anything but the colors, lights and fun.

Naturally, they had too try everything, and at this point, hours later, they almost had.

They were currently trying their best to beat the old Dance Dance Revolution machine, and much to his surprise, Izuku was currently winning.

His confidence quickly faded, however, when he realized why Shoto was off.

He was wearing huge platform sneakers, which obviously made the DDR game more complicated than it had to be.

When they finished and Shoto was trying and failing to show his disdain with losing this much, Izuku couldn't hold back his question anymore.

"To be honest, I think you'd beat me if you were wearing you're relgalr shoes..." Izuku stated softly.

Shoto looked down on his feet and lifted one of them to inspect it, like he just remembered he wasn't wearing his usual shoes.

"You look really, really good and all, but, Sho, I gotta ask... what on earth are you wearing?”

To Izuku's surprise, the question made Shoto snort out a short laugh.

"I know, okay? But I asked Ashido for some advice, and it went very quickly from choosing between a black and navy turtleneck, to nearly maxing my Father's credit card on a shopping spree."

Shoto shrugged with a small smile, before he continued.

"I wanted to say something, but Ashido was having such a good time, and she is always so kind, so..."

Izuku honestly didn't think he could love the boy next to him any more than he already did, but things like this just kept proving him wrong.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

The sun was almost set as the boys were walking back to the dorms, and Izuku was trying very hard not to overthink about how their hands were intertwined.

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by an excited shout somewhere behind them.

" -isn't that your classmates?! Hey! HEY! Midorya! Little Todoroki! HEY!"

The boys simultaneously turned their heads to see who was yelling for them, and were greeting by red feathers, waving arms and an apologetic looking Tokoyami.

"Hawks!" Izuku exclaimed excitedly. Shoto raised his hand a little and nodded.

"What are you two doing? You're not on patrol in your civilian clothes, I'm guessing?"

Tokoyami shook his head, and Hawks chirped in.

"Nope! Tokoyami just needs to learn how to have fun! And I happen to be an excellent teacher!"

Tokoyami sighed heavily, and Hawks continued;

"Speaking of fun, look at you go, tiny-Roki! Who came up with that? Are they a stylist? I haven't had one since the whole, yanno, commission burned to the ground-thing, but this is really inspiring!"

As Shoto mumbled out the Mina-explaination, and Hawks looked more and more excited, and Tokoyami looked more and more mortified.

When they finally said their good-byes and parted ways, Shoto looked like he was trying really hard to decide something, and then he got a strange, almost mischievous look in his eyes, before he looked over his shoulder, and yelled;

"Hey, Hawks, next time you see him, say hi to my brother for me!"

The highly undignified squawk coming from the #2 hero told Izuku more than he needed to know.

~ Drabble requests open ~

[breanime]

Bre’s Boys: WAP Edition (w/ Bonus Boy)

Tell me what you think! 

warning: steamy; 18+ only!

Billy Russo: Make that pull-out game weak “Shit,” Billy groaned, his hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his deep thrusts, “You’re so wet.” You bit into the sheets, too worked up to speak. “Shit,” he cursed again, the sounds of hard dick slamming against your wet center, filling the room. “So wet,” he repeated. You glanced up and looked at the mirror across the room. Billy’s head was thrown back, his thick brown hair flung back, and his teeth clenched together as he fucked you. “Holy shit,” he gasped out, hips slamming into your ass. You gasped too as the force of his thrusts pushed you up on the bed. You were cumming--again--and Billy cursed--again--as he felt you clench around him. “Shiiiiiiiiiit,” his fingers pressed into your flesh, hard enough to leave bruises, and you felt him cum inside of you, the thick, hot feel of him bursting within you. “Fuck, Billy,” you gasped out as you sunk down onto the mattress, laughing and sighing all at once, “you said you were gonna pull out!” He chuckled, leaning over you and kissing the back of your shoulder. “Yeah, that was before you hit me with that wet ass pussy.”

Logan Delos: Put this pussy right in your face/ Swipe your nose like a credit card Logan was on his back, his wrists tied to the headboard, with a huge grin on his face. His dick was so hard, it was aching, and he could see the precum leaking out. You were standing on the bed above him, fully naked, and he was shivering with arousal. “I’ll give you everything I have,” he said, his voice rough from lust and from all of the begging he’d been doing, “just give me that wet ass pussy, sweetheart, please.” You smiled, and Logan almost cried tears of joy when you moved so you were hovering over him. “Please,” he hummed out, “God, please, give me a taste, sweetheart, please.” “You said you’ll give me everything you got?” You asked, smirking, your legs spread wide above his face, your feet on either side of his head. “You can have my credit cards, my cash, baby, please--” “Shh,” you shushed him, “You’ve been a good boy, let me give you what you want...” You crouched over him and swiped your wet pussy over his nose before stopping at his open, eager mouth. You and Logan stayed in bed for hours after that, and once you were both able to breathe and speak again, he took out his cards and laptop, and the two of you went on a virtual shopping spree. 

Jax Teller: Hop on top, I wanna ride/I do a kegel while it's inside “Fuck!” Jax cried out, laughing at the end of his exclamation. “God damn, darlin’!” You giggled, rolling your hips on top of him. You’d started yoga, and your instructor had you doing kegels, so you figured you’d try it out with Jax and...He fucking adored it; the feel of you squeezing around him like a vice--it was incredible. “Feels good, baby?” You asked, your hands falling down to his chest, scratching his toned muscles. “Feels fucking incredible,” he moaned out, eyes closed, “how are you so wet and so tight and so--” his words trailed off when you did another kegel, and he groaned. The sound made you even wetter, and Jax’s big hands fell to your hips, gripping onto you tightly. He loved it when you rode him, but now, the way you were moving and gripping and squeezing him--Jax was pretty sure his soul was leaving his body via his dick. And he was more than happy to let it go. 

Coco Cruz: Tie me up like I'm surprised “Coco,” you whined, your thighs crushing his head, “baby...” He didn’t answer; he didn’t like talking with his mouth full. Coco had your wrists tied up and resting on your stomach while he ate you out. Your ankles were tied to the bed posts, but you’d already stretched them pretty far. Your hands were in his hair, pulling at the thick, long strands as his tongue slid between your folds and his lips sucked at the wetness gathered there. “Coco!” You screamed, your body jumping when his tongue lapped at your sensitive clit. He chuckled, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his long, calloused fingers slid into you. He curled them, scissoring them inside of you while you moaned his name. Between his tongue, his fingers, and the absolutely SINFUL sounds he was making as he slurped and lapped you up, your entire body was shaking with need for him. You were certain you were pulling his hair too hard, but Coco didn’t seem to mind, especially when you came in his mouth. He came up grinning, licking his lips greedily. “Hell yeah,” he growled, “that’s some wet ass pussy.”

Angel Reyes: He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it Angel’s hands were on your ass, keeping you on him. You were above him as he ate you out, both of you moaning in tandem. Angel could never resist when you wore his kutte...and nothing else. Your hands were in his hair, and you yanked at it, pulling his head back so he was looking up at you. His beard was wet with your juices, and the sight of it made your knees weak. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice deep with desire, “I love the taste of that wet ass pussy.” You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “Yeah? You wanna fuck that wet ass pussy now, baby?” Angel grinned, slapping those big hands on your ass and pulling you to him, both of you falling into the mattress, laughing. He was inside of you in a second, and both of you groaned at the feel of him inside of you. Angel hovered over you, slamming into you while staring at you like you hung the sun. When you reached up and kissed him, you could taste yourself on his lips, and your wetness that was gathered in his beard coated your face as well. “That’s that good shit,” Angel huffed out as he fucked you, “You hear that? Sounds like stirring macaroni.” You laughed, your laugh stretching out and turning into a moan as he picked up the pace. Maybe he wasn’t a poet with the words, but he was a fucking artist with that dick. 

Miguel Galindo: Talk your shit, bite your lip/Ask for a car while you ride that dick Miguel was sitting up with you in his lap, one hand on your back and the other between you, playing with your clit as you rode him. “Fuck, mi amor,” Miguel gasped, kissing your neck, “you’re so wet...feel so good...” You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it, forcing his head back. He hissed, glaring at you with wide, turned-on eyes. You bit your lip, loving that look on his face. His thumb pressed against your clit as he fucked up into you, and when he spoke again, his voice was breathless and husky. “I can see what you’re thinking,” he said, “tell me what you want.” “A new car,” you answered, swirling your hips on him, “one with all the features and bells and whistles.” He laughed, kissing your chin. “And what if I say no? How are you going to convince me?” You moved your head and captured his lips in a kiss, making Miguel moan lowly. “Come on now, my love,” you whispered, lips still on his, “I know you already made your mind up,” you bounced a bit, and Miguel gasped, “and I already know the answer...” “Yes,” he growled, grabbing you and flipping you so he was on top, “yes, yes, yes.”

Nick Amaro: He bought a phone just for pictures/ Of this wet ass pussy Nick was a discrete man. He kept his private life private, and he liked it that way. But he also liked the games the two of you played, which is why he bought a new phone just for pictures. You were in your shared bedroom, completely naked. You and Nick had been trading pictures all evening; he was in Chicago, testifying on a case, and what started as his showing you his hotel room had warped into sexting. Nick had sent you pictures of his naked abs, his erection, his hand curled around his leaking cock... and now, you were wet. You spread your legs and bent over, snapping a picture from the back and sending it to him. You waited a moment for his response, smiling when his name popped up on your phone; he was calling you. “Hello--?” “--Get on the bed right now,” Nick’s voice came out in a growl, making you even wetter, “and put two fingers in--I wanna hear them going in.” You giggled, nearly diving onto the bed, eager to comply. Nick would be out of town for three more days, and you had a feeling you’d be sending him lots of pictures and videos during the time he was away. Good thing he had a whole separate phone to keep them in. 

Johnny Tuturro: Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in Johnny was staring up at you like you were a goddess because to him--you were. He was on his knees, wearing nothing but his black boxers. You could see how excited he was, his dick was straining against his pants, and there was a wet spot from the excessive amount of precum. His hands were behind his back, as directed, and he was looking up at you with those big, dark eyes. “I love you,” he sighed, nothing but adoration in his voice and lust in his eyes, “you’re so fucking beautiful... God, I need to touch you.” You smiled, maneuvering your leg and draping it over his shoulder, placing your hands on the wall behind him to keep your balance. Johnny didn’t waste a second, he grabbed your hips, keeping you close to him, as his mouth descended on you. You gasped, your head falling forward and your nails scratching at the wall as he ate you out. Johnny loved the taste of you, he sucked on your clit and licked deep, making you shiver as you moaned. The way he touched you, the way he moved against you, showed his love for you. Johnny touched you like you were made of gold, his only goal was to please you--your pleasure came before his every time. Which is why, when it was your turn to get down on your knees, you were more than happy to give him the same energy he gave you. 

Rio: If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"/ When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name “That’s right,” Rio sighed out, his hips meeting yours as you bounced on top of him, “whose is it?” You grinned, your hands on his pecs, scratching at his skin. He watched you as you rolled your hips, his eyes unblinking, focused on you and you alone. “Goddamn,” he groaned, “did you...did you just spell your name?” You giggled, nodding. “Yup.” “Fuck...” Rio flipped you over so that he was on top, fucking you with a new rigor. Where he was slow and deep before, he was fast and rough now, and all you could do was gasp and moan happily as Rio fucked another couple of orgasms out of you. His strokes were incredibly deep, and you cried out, calling his name over and over as he took your body to new heights. Rio leaned down, his mouth on your ear. “This wet ass pussy is mine,” he whispered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice, “yeah... fuck, I know you like it, baby. I can feel it.” You screamed as you creamed on his dick, and Rio laughed as you came again, pushing into you as deeply as he could. “Yeah,” he grinned, “we ain’t done yet, mama.”

Bonus Boy

Pope: I want you to touch that little dangly thang/ That swang in the back of my throat There were tears on your cheeks, but you and Pope both knew they were tears of joy. His cock was deep down your throat, and you were gagging and drooling as you swallowed him down. Pope wasn’t saying much, just letting out deep, low moans and whispering “yes” and “please” as you blew him. He had one hand on the top of your head, strands of your hair wrapped around his bruised knuckles, and the other around your throat. He gave you a light squeeze every now and then, but mostly he just liked feeling his dick in your throat. Your knees were getting rug burned, but you wanted to take your time and show Pope how much you loved him, give him the attention and care he deserved. His hand twitched in your hair just as his dick twitched in your throat. He groaned out your name, and you took a breath through your nostrils, knowing he was close. He came down your throat, whispering your name. You swallowed as much of him as you could, your tongue darting out of your mouth to lick at him. When you pulled back, breathless and full, Pope had only three words to say to you: “I love you.”

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