#fuck ahaha sobs

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Why has Barnaby made TWO hospital visits in one year??? What was the first one about??? [<-Talking about the Human AU]

no yeah the first one was Howdy's brief stint (a couple hours) for the whole smoke inhilation minor injuries from the fire thing.

the second one was for Wally's festive lil car crash where he comes very close to Fuckign Dying!!! and. well. technically there are many different visits for that one cause he's in the hospital for a hot sec, but yk. technically only two hospital-worthy events

#barnaby: oh man howdy being in the hospital was terrifying! #barnaby: i sure hope i never have to experience anything like this again! #and- whats that? WHY ITS WALLY DARLING WITH A STEEL CHAIR- #its a very distressing event for everyone!!! #a long night of a bunch of colorful Very Stressed friends in a waiting room followed by several weeks of equally stressed visits #its a Bad Accident #like a 'its a borderline miracle that wally survived' accident #the rest of the au is pretty feel-good and the angst is more mild & normal/expected #this is like. just the Big Dramatic Event that fucks everyone up ahaha #i needed to include at least one!!! #its very detailed in my mind... #from the call getting cut off to barnaby sobbing his heart out in the hospital parking garage to etc etc etc #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #its fun! for me. and anyone who enjoys this flavor of Fictional Drama #ive been going through reddit threads & articles & sites all morning researching medical stuff #as i am wont to do when thinking about characters getting injured <3 #usually its for stuff like stab wounds and disembowelment and hypothermia and lung collapse and- you get the picture #car crashes Surprisingly are rarely in my wheelhouse of angst! for some reason! theyre very juicy! #anyway i like to get everything as accurate as possible in my head #and then take Creative Liberties bc this is fiction #but! they're purposeful (mild) inaccuracies! if im gonna do something wrong im gonna do it Correctly! #do the. do the something wrong correctly. do the wrong thing Right! on purpose! #so that if people go 'well uhm acktually' i can say with my entire chest I Know! I Did This On Purpose! Thank You!

[daryfromthefuture]

DAY 25: TIMEBOMB

i can't shut up about this man this whole lore is just so. aaaaaaaa

doc has to have the coolest backstory in all of fiction. like. my man first was forced to be a law clerk and rebelled against his dad, then finally became what he wanted, a scientist, only to build an atom bomb. like what the fuck, bobby g. and then, in 1955, he gets his greatest revelation and finally has something to work towards. and then he takes lsd in the 60s and becomes a hippie (which in my headcanon both is a result of the cuban missile crisis in 1962. doc does not want to be reminded that he's partly responsible for the potential destruction of the world, thank you very much). and then, in 1985, he finally realizes his dream of a time machine and hits two birds with one stone by also using plutonium for good after struggling for decades because he destroyed cities with it in 1945.

phew

but the manhattan lore has me in its grip. i can't help it its just so interesting. i wish we had more canon stuff on that, i would eat it up. like. doc has the purest heart in the world. what did this do to him.

i am hugging 40s doc as tightly as possible rn

#back to the future #bttf #doc brown #bttf moodboards #mcflyjuly #excuse my ramblings ahaha #i just #i cant stop thinking about it #bob gale please give me a comic or something in which doc has to inevitably tell marty. this would be a cool concept dont you think #but aaaouughh the guilt #the shame #the fear of himself #its all fanon but it fucking GETS me #i can yell about him all the time #bttf has to be the greatest franchise ever #it intertwines actual real life history with fiction in a way that totally makes sense #movie doc is TERRIFIED of destroying the universe #well guess why. because it almost fucking happened before and it was also HIS FAULT #STOOOP AAAOUGHH (sobs on floor)

[odtherat]

Why's texting coworkers so scary 😭

#od ratns #i wanna actually sob rn #cuz even just tecting is so fucking acary #scary* #sorry #my eyes are literally blury with tears #ahaha

[happistar]

sobbing over this particular image rn

#captain disillusion #i need a whole gif of that like 2 seconds holy shit- im sobbing #anyways ahaha brainrot time #happi rambles #<- I guess? #ALSO why is this lit so fucking cool

[pancake-bun]

i am a ball of nerves rn omfg

but i gotta try and sleep

#SO NERVOUS FOR TOMORROW HHHHHHHH #i know i shouldnt be since i have all the paperwork i need but STILL #i have such shit luck so i know better than to not temper my expectations but i NEED this appointment to go smoothly #i want my visa god damn it #i want to leave this country finally and live with my fucking husband #if not idk what id do honestly ahaha #wish me luck whoever reads this #-sobs- #bunny talk

[magical-xirl-4]

the fact that vashwood r doomed angsty lovers literally drove me to insanity

#can i just say that episode 23 is the best thing to ever happen to me #i was like 'ahaha yeah theyre so gay lol theyre such opposites isnt that funny. they're so cute' #and then wolfwood fucking sobs and cries and yearns a little bit meanwhile vash is angsting too #i need to be stopped

[foxgirlmoth]

There is noticeably a lack of girlfriend laughs and cuddles and just time around her right now

#I feel like I have goddamn cabin fever #I just wanna see her I feel a bit lonely ;w; #Even before she moved out here we would call and talk a lot and we haven't done that and just WOW #Its fucking palpable #Its fucking palpatine in here #I'm such a girl who feels like I'm not annoying if I try and talk to someone I love a lot while she's on vacation ahaha #I know I'm not I know I'm not #Its just that I want her to have fun and I can be an adult and realize she wants to enjoy her time out there ya know #Ough... #I miss her voice so much I'm gonna sob though #This is why I feel like I get goddamn obsessive I stfg

[majestyjun]

# his girl !! … nsfw

synopsis. jaemin likes it a little too much when you’re a little dumb,,, after all, you’re his girl to spoil.

tw. minors dni + nsfw !! somewhat bimbo f!reader, cocky jaem, college au, breeding kink, size kink, fingering, dumbification, pet names (his girl, princess)

a/n. my apologies to feminism uM this was a bit out of my control at this point loll it’s been so long since i wrote an actual fic ahaha this took forever

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it wasn’t his really fault. if he tried, he could have prevented your cute little sobbing mess,,, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re cutest to jaemin when you’re a little useless. fat tears welling up in your pretty eyes, crying into his pillow because you just couldn’t understand anything on that last exam, your muffled whines still audible through your hiccups, it just didn’t make any sense! ’m gonna fail! and sitting at his desk, thighs slightly spread as his arm rests over the back of his desk chair, jaemin watches your little sob fest that inevitably comes around every exam season because it’s just so hard, isn’t it?

it wasn’t really his fault you failed again though… except for the fact that he could’ve had something to do with how you had next to no studying done,, given that you’re just so perfect when you’re preoccupied with jaemin making you feel a little too good, making you conveniently forget about the next day’s tests. and it certainly didn’t have to do with how often he lets you come over, slapping his thigh for your cute ass to come sit down, a hand on your hip slipping a little lower before you can even pick up your pencil. so maybe you couldn’t think straight when you already arrived late to your exam… not if jaemin fucked your cute brain out a little too hard the night before.

and it’s not like he meant to make you fail… it was going to happen either way. jaemin and his straight a’s, flawlessly making his way through his years and charming professors, recruiters, anyone who spoke to him could hardly resist slipping their business card into his hands. he really tried to tutor you at first, his darling girlfriend with a penchant for failure. somewhere mid way through a library tutoring session, your pretty lips pursed in a pout of confused frustration because for some reason, nothing he tried seemed to ever work itself out in your cute head. and maybe it had to do with your pretty lips also wrapped around his big cock and doe eyes looking up at him so sweetly rather than on the papers in front of you, fingers clinging to his thighs and his fingers threaded through your hair. and so maybe your little girlfriend-boyfriend tutoring sessions lost their original purpose, coming over to his apartment saying you’ll really try today,,, but jaemin knows better than that, and it’s not something he minds at all.

“c’mere princess,” jaemin gently murmurs as you peek out from behind his pillows, wet trails down your cheeks only enhancing your pretty features, your glossy eyes fixed on him as he pats his thigh invitingly, as if to beckon over his girl. when you hesitate, swaddled in his sheets, a soft sigh escapes his lips as a faint smile finds its way on his lips before he sits on his bed side. “this way better?” nodding tearily, your cheek resting on his shoulder when you crawl into his lap and arms, warmed by his presence and familiar heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “shhh, don’t worry about a thing, love,” jaemin breathes, tucking your face into the crook into his neck. and a slight smirk crosses his lips when you wrap your arms around his neck. his poor, dumb, sweet girl.

“i– i really t-thought i could do it–!” you whimper, “‘m so d-dumb.” true. “you’re just not meant for this…” jaemin murmurs, his hand resting on the small of your back comfortingly, “you’re meant for me, though.” lips pressed to the crown of your head, a reassuring kiss planted to your mind that’s a little useless for anything important. not that he’s against that.

“r-really?” your pretty eyes meeting his as you tilt your head back to meet his warm gaze, adoration warming his chest at your trust and faith in him, because he can’t help but love your innocence. “more than anything,” his fingers trail over your cheeks before holding your face as delicately as one would hold glass, “you know i love you, no matter what. even if you’re not meant for taking classes that don’t make sense to you. even if you’re always distracting me.” he smiles, unable to suppress the many memories of your cute self being the one obstacle in his life. ever. just as you’re meant to be forever.

“wouldn’t have put this here if i didn’t mean it,” he gently reminds you, fingers holding yours before pressing a delicate kiss to the promise ring sitting prettily on your ring finger, meant to keep his word. and he always means it,,, his sweet girl, can’t do even the slightest thing without him… just the way you’re meant to be. and the little smile that graces your perfectly shaped lips reminds him a little more how much he loves you, useless and all. “you don’t have to worry about a thing, i’ll always be here for you.”

and when his hand rubs your bare thigh slowly, soothing and reassuring, his lips slot against yours in a saccharine kiss, as if time pauses for a brief moment, time locked like your lips pressed to his. whispers exchanged between gasps of air, trapped in his arms against his broad chest, never a thought of hesitation. a string of saliva hanging from your parted lips for a second before his lips find yours once more, unable to bear parting for more than a breath of oxygen. heat pooling in your core, in only the way jaemin can trigger, thighs rubbing together in a weak attempt to alleviate the burning need, feeling warmth race beneath your skin wherever he touches because it feels so right if it’s him.

“j-jaemin,” you whimper, “want you.” your fingers slipping down to rest on his shoulder, because only jaemin can take care of you in the way you need, a smirk playing on his handsome features. “yeah? gonna let me take care of you, princess?” and without bothering to wait for a reply, his fingers deftly slip your top over your head when you obediently lift your arms up for him, turning in his lap to grind down on the prominent bulge in his jeans, skirt pushed up to let him rub your cute panties. thin, soaked fabric offering little resistance as you whimper and shift into his fingers, glistening slick wetting his fingertips.

“open up for me,” he murmurs, spreading your legs, licking his lips at the wet spot forming in your panties just the way he wants against his fingers. “j-jaemin, ‘s embarrassing–!” you whimper, avoiding his gaze as he grins lazily, still trapping you against his broad chest. “yeah?” his hand slips from your panties to discard his shirt, knowing his girl gets shy a little fast, “better now?”

skirt hiked up your thighs, two fingers buried in your soaked cunt, warmth spreading a little too quickly as he curls his fingers at just the right spot, only further encouraged as you whimper and arch into his arms, can’t hide anything from him, can’t you~? but as much as jaemin loves to spoil you,,, wouldn’t be as fun if you got tired from his fingers, would it?

and there’s just something to the way you whine his name when his fingers pull from your folds, tears brimming in your pretty eyes as you try to shove his hands back down, a little weak on deprived pleasure to really have an effect as he smirks and licks your arousal from his fingers, slowly as he makes you watch such a lewd sight. “don’t worry, love, i’ll make it worth it,” jaemin whispers, his voice dropping as his wet fingers lip behind your back to undo his belt. “just need to make sure i fit, yeah?” and in seconds he’ll have you on your back, legs thrown up over his shoulders, tip flushed an angry red as he drips precum over your glistening folds, the lewd squelch of your juices at the intrusion, your whimpers to his deep moans at your pussy taking the stretch of his girth, taking all his sanity to not fuck you full in a second,,,

“fuck…” jaemin groans as he bottoms out, the low sound emanating from his chest as his hands grip your hips a little tighter, teeth grazing his lower lip as he gazes down at the pretty mess he’s made of you. lips bruised from his kisses, remnants of wiped away tears glistening on your cheeks as your pretty eyes clench shut, adjusting to his size as incoherent mumbles fall free from your parted lips, begging just the way he loves to hear. “eyes on me, angel… that’s right,” he smirks as your eyelashes flutter open, so clearly flustered by the sight of your legs thrown over his shoulders, cock buried deep in your cute cunt. “j-jaemin, w-wanna feel you,” you whimper, even feeling so full’s not enough for you, after all,,, not until his fingers link through yours does it feel absolutely right.

lewd squelches of arousal, gasping mewls of flustered pleasure, your pretty voice filling his ears as jaemin roughly grips your waist, hips reading back to meet yours in a hard thrust as you cry out desperately, needing to feel him everywhere. “my pretty girl,” soft swears escaping between heavy panting breaths as jaemin fucks your cute cunt, tip roughly kissing your cervix as he thrusts deep, only for his girl.

“fuck, ‘m all yours, ‘okay? gonna be mine after this, gonna be mine forever, yeah?” “mm–! ‘m yours, j-jaem!” you hiccup, eyes glossy with tears of pleasure as your fingers tighten around his, the one touch keeping you grounded as jaemin roughly thrusts hard, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as his presses to yours. “gonna knock you up, make you mine—“ he groans, his voice cut off as your soaked cunt clenches down hard, “p-please, jaem— w-wanna feel full!” you wail, unable to hide the undeniable rush at the thought of being his, his forever, just meant to be his.

“yea? wanna be knocked up ‘nd let everyone know you’re mine, all mine—“ incoherently words slide off his tongue as if it’s the most natural act, as if he’s thought of knocking you up for so long now,,, what a lie it would be to say jaemin doesn’t regularly think of treating you like his darling, putting a real ring on your delicate finger and taking care of you the way you’re meant to be taken care of,, might as well put his baby in n make you his pretty wife, shouldn’t he? jaemin loves you a little too much, can’t even bear the thought of you lifting a finger when he could do it all for you.

he’ll take care of the rest, leave nothing for your pretty mind to ever worry or concern yourself with except being his,, “c’mon princess, cum for me, yeah?” and god, does it feel heavenly when your cute cunt clenches down as you mewl n cum for him all pretty, wet and warm release gushing around his cock as he fucks you through,,, n the way your fingers cling to his biceps has his head spinning, because fuck, you’re just a little too perfect for him, c’mon love, hold on to him a little tighter, need him.

and jasmin’s lost in another heaven when he fills you up, creamy n warm seed pouring in n painting your insides white with him, fingers gripping your hip hard enough to leave fingertip shaped bruises as you sob n milk his cock so well, hushed, panting swears groaned into your neck, chests heaving against one another, a sheen of sweat coating his skin pressed to yours as if there’s no way to possibly be closer.

“shh, i know, ‘m gonna keep you all full,” jaemin murmurs softly in response to your incoherent mumbles, his hand gently feeling your soft tummy, “feel how deep you take me… that’s my girl,” a light smirk on his lips when you whimper at the slight pressure as he pushes in, must feel so good to be a little too full of jaemin’s presence? and his sweet kiss to your cheekbone,,, sweet as he is, can’t hide the way lovesick grin he can’t hide when you meel at the feeling of his hips reading back again,,, after all, his pretty girl can take another, can’t you~?

reblog to sign up for jaemin’s princess treatment lol u just know he’s into spoiling his girl

#i almost wrote this for jeno but i was like jaem would be more fun lol sorry jeno #nct smut #jaemin smut #nct dream smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #also fr if this flops i will cry (again)

[hijinxinprogress]

I need the jl to discover that Captain Marvel is a menace

Billy gets arrested as Captain Marvel and he’s just a smug menace the whole time despite being on comms with the league “Of course, I understand the seriousness of this situation! I will absolutely comply, I completely understand that you need the code…the code is 1-3-1-2. Also, I want my lawyer 😇” which gets leaked to the press both audio and visual which leads to the jl claiming that CM had been impersonated and their only evidence is the stupid ass grin on his face

The jl was investigating the misuse of a magical artifact and discovered that a group of police officers had joined a cult. Before they had the chance to gather the evidence proving those officers guilty but they’d already sealed away the artifact so Marvel suggested getting himself arrested to incriminate them and he was a little too happy about it

Let’s be honest, Billy only gets caught by the police bc he can commit to a bit and he’s pretending to be an ancient magic immortal so why would he run from a regular civilian human?? But on the inside Billy is dry heaving and sobbing bc he knows that the police could never catch him on his worst day even if he was personally broadcasting his location

Speaking of broadcasting isn’t Billy a fucking radio host?? I know he’s a fucking asshole during commercial breaks “This next commercial reminds me of a recent encounter with officer smith who got lost three blocks from his station” and it cuts to a fucking toilet paper commercial (people swear they heard him mutter ‘bc you’re absolute shit at your job’)

Sometimes people will call in to debate his views on the police and he’ll have a three hour philosophical debate but actual cops will call in to argue with him and Billy’s making your mom jokes and playing air horn noises or 2016 vines like a fucking child 

Billy probably gets caught when he graduates high school bc his yearbook quote is like marvels most well known quote “Captain Marvel coast city precinct, interrogation room 5 (Oct 14 XXXX) 3:37-4:31” billy added too much information and it gets flagged by the watchtowers security system so the jl has a meeting about the breach in security and Marvel’s like ‘yeaaahh, that was me mb’ and batman is making disapproving noises bc ‘this is serious, Marvel! high school graduate, William-’ he can’t finish bc Marvel’s gagging dramatically ‘Billy. It’s Billy ohmygod’

batman, on the verge of a breakdown: who is this kid?? Why does he know the time, date, and location of an undercover league operation??

Marvel, avoiding eye contact with Cyborg who helped picked out his outfit for the yearbook photo currently being projected: ahaha about that…

Cyborg, who distinctly remembers telling Billy not to do anything fucking stupid: 😐

(Vic has framed the picture of the ‘oh shit’ look on Billy’s face when superman lunges across the table damn near in hysterics)

#billy batson #dc captain marvel #justice league #dc comics #billy batson says acab #street kid billy batson #ACAB!billy batson #feral billy batson #batman #superman #cyborg dc #Hal is also an asshole so the next time batman lectures him he’s like ‘dude you punched a four year old 🤨 I can’t fuck up worse than that #Billy offended: ‘I was eight actually’ #Barry 🤏🏾 close to sobbing: ‘that’s not better…you know that right?’

[spopsalt]

The way Hazbin Hotel deals with war is so immature.

It's framed as this super cool badass thing, like Alastor says "Alastor! Quite a pleasure to meet you! Quite a pleasure! I'm going to end your fucking life." and "Adam! First man, next to die!" Ahaha, how cool. Making badass one-liners during a fucking war, and literally Vox says "This is better than sex! I'm so hard right now!" while watching the war, ah yes, mishandle a serious topic for a bad joke. Super funny.

Even Sir Pentious death is treated as some haha funny death, because death during war is sooooo funny, right?

I mean there's like a few second thing showing the conquences of war where Charlie says "This bloodshed could've been avoided if I convinced Heaven to work together. I took a hotel and I destroyed it! I know I could've done better, better instead of letting you down."

But then just a little later it turns the war was actually a good thing! Lucifer literally says, "Hey little lady, why the frown?" Ah yes, why are you frowning after a fucking war? Then he says "In the first 10,000 years, you're the first one to change things in this town!" Then everyone encourages her afterwards, and she's perfectly cheered up! Not only is this insensitive, it makes no sense for Charlie's character? Isn't she supposed to be really sweet and sensitive? She literally sobbed over Angel forgiving her, and now she's completely fine after a fucking war because her friends encouraged her? How did she get over war in less than a minute? I feel like one of these things are not like the other

Then it turns into some happy go lucky song about fixing a hotel! Like how you can just easily fix it, and you have no time to mourn the conquences of war! I kid you not a lyric literally is "No time for crying! We've gotta lot of work to doin'!" "Make the best of what's in ruin!" "It's as easy as can be!"

Then we see two people celebrating war! I kid you not the lyrics are, ahem "After the battle! Masterless cattle! Overlords hanging by a thread! With a bit of bravado, maybe tomorrow! We'll be the top of the heap! While the rest of Hell's pissing! Alastor's missing! Fled with his tail between his legs! The nature abbhors a power vacuum it leaves room for you and me!"

Ah yes, what an amazing way to handle war.

#hazbin hotel critic #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #anti hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critism #hazbin hotel critical

[v3nusxsky]

Insecurities 18+

*Authors note~ inspired by a TikTok audio and my own thoughts about myself, it's important to remember that everyone is different and that's a good thing. You're exactly how you need to be*

Trigger warnings~ insecure depressive thoughts daddy Nat g!p Nat usual mission things smuttt is all I got here

Prompt~ Team go on a mission, r would get like kicked in the chest or something just to make her boobs hurt and she'd say on the ride home "man my boobs hurt so much after that mission" where Nat hits back with "what boobs?" So r like laughs sarcastic and goes "ahaha fuck you"

It was really a simple mission, a simple sneak in and retrieve some of the updated super solider serum and get the heck out of there. You all knew it would be heavily guarded, that's why you, Natasha, Wanda and Yelena were sent in this one. You sat next to your girlfriend and in front of Wands while Lena opted to be the pilot of the Quinjet. In between some basic things about the mission and general chat you all arrived at the secure location.

Wanda and Yelena immediately taking control of the soldiers while you and Natasha snuck through and into the narrow halls. Dating a Russian Assassin definitely has its perks, her ability to get into rooms undetected was something you admired, although you could've used magic and drawn attention to yourself you definitely couldn't pick a lock or hack into the Hydra systems like she could. Your main job was to cover her back, make sure no one would be able to stop her. You even noticed her backing up information onto a hard drive. Smart.

A quick glance back at the redhead resulted in her quipping back "stop looking at my ass Y/n." But you didn't get a chance to reply to her as a guard delivered a hard kick to your sternum. A surprise yelp of pain alerted Nat and you both fought the guards off before taking the drive and information you'd secured and left. Yelena held the doors open for all three of you to jump in before she sped off in the Quinjet.

You slumped on the seat, a hand holding your chest as you breathed slowly in and out. Wanda noticing your pained thoughts, decided to check in on you. "Are you okay mini me?" Natasha seemed curious to what you'd say, after all she knew how much you hated admitting an injury. "I'm fine wands, just man my boobs hurt so much after that mission" you chuckled slightly. Wanda seemed to nod in understanding where as Natasha hit back with, "what boobs?" Yelena burst out laughing at your lovers reply, neither realising that had upset you. "Hahahaha fuck you" you replied sarcastically before taking yourself off to the far back corner. There you curled yourself up in a ball and attempted to sleep the flight away. The only problem was Wanda could see your thoughts were active but out of respect for you she choose not to interfere.

Arriving at the compound, you were the first one off the Quinjet and making your way to your shared room with Natasha. You knew you'd be alone, after all she always went straight to the training room to blow off some steam. You however, prefer to shower the mission away, the mindset of a clean body would be a clean slate. But instead of it calming you and clearing your mind you felt this overwhelming cloud of negativity. You were strong enough to beat them just enough to allow you to complete shower and wrap a towel around yourself.

Nat then joined you in the room to grab shower supplies and go to shower, once again leaving you well and truly alone. That's when you surrendered your mind to the thoughts. Standing in front of your full length body mirror. Instantly all you could see is the imperfections of your body. Which seemed to outweigh any positive thoughts by a ton. Your boobs felt too flat, your skin the wrong shade, your hair to straw like, your arms too thin and your thighs too thick. Hell, even your eyes seem to dull and cloudy like for you. You didn't even realise tears were flowing freely as silent sobs wracked your frame. What a sorry state for you to be in. It's not one you'd normally allow yourself to get to but Tasha had really hurt you, let alone Yelena agreeing.

Natasha didn't mean to hurt you, to her you are the most beautiful woman in the world, so perfect and pure and most definitely too good for her. A statue made by the goddess of lust herself is how Nat sees you. If only you could see yourself in the same light, but right now, all you could think and feel was disgust at yourself and your body. And if you were left just long enough you were sure it would've gotten deeper, but if there's one thing Natasha was famous for it would be routines. She always took the same amount of time and normally you'd be with it enough to notice, but not today.

"детка" she called out to you, effectively breaking the haze. Your head snapped towards the offending red head, tears trailing down your cheeks as you sat there naked being taunted by your reflection. "дорогая what is going on, who do I need to kill?" She murmured moving closer to you only for you to flinch away from her and grab your towel, "nothing Nattie, m'Kay" you sniffled. "No no детка, you're crying naked, that's not okay."

"I'm just so ugly! My thighs are too big, my arms are too small and even you don't think my boobs are even too small!" You sobbed curling into yourself. "ебать!, детка, no. No, I love your body детка I really do. моя любовь you're absolutely perfect in every way. I spoke without thinking and for that I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you моя любовь." She murmured over and over until you let her hold you. From their you just cried it out in her arms.

"детка, let me show you how beautiful you truly our my love" she whispered kissing the crown of your head as you nodded silently. "Lay back моя любовь" she commanded and you did so instantly, yet trying to hold your towel to your body. "None of that красивый дорогая, you are absolutely stunning" she whispered before kissing the tear tacks stained on your cheeks. From there her lips trailed over your facial features and down the column of your neck. Words of praised murmured against the soft skin there.

Only when you seemed to be feeling better did she allow her lips to travel south, all down the length of your body, every inch of skin kissed and caressed softly. Only when her lips had finished their work did she ask you to flip over. Your shoulders were so tense she couldn't help but spend the amount of time it would take for you to relax enough there. Once again she whispered words of praise to you.

"Daddy" you whimpered, the raw intimate emotions overflowing now, leaving you bare in every sense of the word. "Тсс, моя милая девочка, папочка позаботится о тебе, котенок" her thick Russian accent doing wonders for you. After all she knew how much it made you feel good when she complements you in her native tongue. "мой милый котенок" she murmured before bringing her slender fingers to play with your pretty little clit. Her actions teasing but doing enough to bring you to the path of pleasure. "No daddy, more please want you, show me you mean it" you whined.

Showing you was exactly what she did, her hard cock slipped into your folds as her mouth trailed from your lips to your breasts. There she marked each and every inch of the soft skin, it was clear she wouldn't stop till she'd showered each breast with the same amount of attention as the other. Her thrusts slow and meaningful as she attempted to poor all her love and adoration for you into her actions. "мой, все мое" she murmured against your skin as she brought a hand in between your bodies to play with your sensitive clit.

"Gonna cum for me котенок?" She purred as her thrusts began to hit your G-spot over and over again, "yes yes daddy! Yes, please please make me" you mewled for her. "Go on, cum love" she whispered sucking harshly on the sensitive skin of your right breast. "Oh my god! Fuck" you squealed as your orgasm flooded her dick causing Nat to bite back a grown and pull from your fluttering hole to spurt cum all over your chest. Her thigh helping you ride your high while she stroked herself down from her own high. "You look beautiful babe, all painted white for daddy. A good girl for me."  From there she cleaned you up and you both got settled down in the bed where Nat spent the rest of the night loving on you and making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

Word count~ 1544

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha marvel #natasha mcu #nat x reader #natasha x reader #natahsa romanoff #natasha x you #nat #natasha x y/n

[instarsandcrime]

Feathers On a Hearth

Did I just write a 2,000+ word Huskerdust snz fic because I have no impulse control? The answer may not surprise you. Hope you enjoy!

Edit: Someone asked for a follow-up and well. Part 2 I guess!

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“A day off?” Angel Dust slapped his upper hands on the counter, lower firm on his hips. “Whaddya mean a day off?!”

“My, my! Such a reaction!” The Radio Demon hummed from behind the bar, “I thought you’d be pleased that Husk asked for some relaxation time.”

“Of course I’m happy! That’s the problem!” The other fumed, picking nervously at the hem of a glove. “The bastard never takes his fifteen, let alone twenty four hours to himself. Even after the whole extermination shit went down and the hotel’s name was back up in lights, he opened up shop the next day like nothin’ happened!”

“Hm.” The Overlord’s fingers stilled above a wine glass, drifting into a trance. From a distant white fuzz of radio that traveled with the hotelier, Angel Dust heard bits and pieces of unknown voices, clipped nonsense like jagged edges of glass against a chalkboard.

Unknown help NEEDED uSefuL For meat.

“Alastor?” Angel Dust finally piped up, and his host seemed finished ruminating on the world’s most ominously displayed conclusion.

“I would love to uphold Husker's wishes for privacy. However, if it satiates your curiosity in any way, feel free to convince him otherwise.” Alastor snapped his fingers, and a door somewhere above unlocked with a sharp click, "The poor thing hasn’t come out of his room all day, and I admit it’s a bit disquieting to not have our bartender at the ready. Always waiting with a refreshing drink and a silver tongue...”

Pencil thin brows furrowed. Okay. Okay, fine. Either fuck over Husk’s boundaries– not a fan of goin’ down that road again– or risk it and make sure he’s okay. Regardless.

“Is this some kinda sick way of showin’ that you care about him?” Angel Dust squinted suspiciously.

A howling laughter cut the air like a knife. “O-oh! Ohohoh my! Th-that– ahaha– H-heavens, no!” Alastor wheezed out. “I want to see how badly this trainwreck goes! It's been quite a show to watch such a beloved actor even think about rubbing elbows with a washed up, wrung out has-been like Husker!”

Angel's face twisted, blushing scarlet with anger at a cackling studio audience that filled the bar. He couldn't help it-- whatever cadence, whatever tone, he'd heard the same exact laugh plenty of times with every tug of a chain. “I don’t get what Charlie sees in a creepy, sadistic fucker like you. But y’know what? I hope you get to the top. I hope you get everythin’ you want. Because when you look down from your sad, dinky little radio tower, no one is gonna be there to watch.”

Flashing his last two arms just to flip Alastor off with his entire being, Angel Dust spun on his heel to storm up the steps. And all too faintly, he heard one last little hiccup of a broadcast. He stopped at the haunting swell of violins, nearly tugged backwards by the sobbing of a woman reaching out to embrace her savior.

Thank you. 

The tapping of Alastor’s staff and his hushed string of curses were nothing compared to the smug smirk that nearly split Angel’s face.

“Hey Whiskers, it’s me!” A knock echoed on Husk’s freshly crafted door, pentacle etchings still bonded to the knotted wood. 

His calls were only met with silence.

“C’mon, I ain’t gonna try anything. We’re past all that and you know it.”

The silence persisted. A louder knock. Shit. Alastor was definitely not the type to play a prank, and Husk definitely wasn’t the type to stay quiet forever.

“You okay? You ain’t bleedin’ out on the carpet, right?” He worried his bottom lip, running a thumb against sore knuckles. “...Husker?”

“I heard you the first time.” A gruff voice answered. Oh thank fuck.

“Then what're ya waitin' for? Let a gal in, would ya?”

“Can't.”

“Alright, fine. Then I'll do it myself.”

“No!” A tornado warning seemed to go off the second the doorknob was even slightly turned. All sorts of bits and bobs were haphazardly knocked about in a cacophony of noise. Somewhere along the way the chaos settled for a brief moment, ragged breaths building and building until--

"Ht'shhuh! Hut'CHNX! HHHT'CHNXT'uh!" The sound of shattered glass pierced the air, and Angel Dust nearly jumped in place at the sharp yelp that followed.

"Hey, what the Hell!?"

“I'm okay, don’t-- kaff kaff! don't move. I’ll come to you.” Husk croaked. The door finally crept open and– oh.

“Oh. Oh, wow.” The spider whistled at the sad sight before him. “Ya look like shit.” 

 Or at least, the little bits that poked out. The bartender’s bedsheets were wrapped around him like a patchwork cocoon, making every second standing a heavy, tangled effort for the shivering bundle. Underneath the makeshift hood that covered his head, the fur on his face was matted with sweat, a single claw pressed just below a flushed nose. His eyes were squinting through a bleary fog, as if it took his entire being just to concentrate.

“Nice t’ see you too. Listen. I’m obviously sick, so if you need somethin’ from me just grab it and go.”

Okay, rude. This was not the kind of hot mess Husk usually was-- at least, not six months into their trauma bond. And strange enough, his room was no different. Card collections, casino chips, beer bottles, all the little things were flung every which way. But the most bizarre was a trash can haphazardly stuffed to the brim with red and black feathers, peppered by wads of clawed-through tissues.

“Uhhhh.” Angel Dust's brow furrowed at the sea of half-broken junk, “I don’t need nothin’, but I’m pretty sure if I did then I'd need to ask a gravedigger first.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake– then what do you want?!” Husk snapped. Angel stilled, surging through ten different emotions at once. But the sickly  demon only landed on one, eyes wide with overflowing guilt. He hunched low, retreating towards his bed with wobbling steps. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to– I. I’m just not feelin’ right. Snf! But I'll be better by t-tuhh-tomorrow. Jus’…just forget thihhh-this ever…ever ha-happened.”

Angel Dust watched on in disbelief, mouth slightly agape. Maybe Charlie, Princess of Friendship, could have calmly negotiated with the bartender. Maybe she could have sung a song to magically solve a lesson of the day. Maybe she could have shown love and kindness and all the redemption bullshit that he'd come to respect. But Angel Dust was not Charlie. Angel Dust was Angel Dust. So, with all the love and kindness in his heart, the spider stepped a foot on the blankets and yanked his friend backwards. And caught off guard, Husk released the claw that kept a worrying tickle at bay. 

"Hhhuhh...huh! Hup'shhhoo! Hup'SSHHHUH! Sh-shihhh-shihht nohhh-not agaaaiihhhh…Heh! HETCHHH'HOO!" A pair of wings involuntarily flapped at the small fit, sending a small firework of feathers into the air. Patchy, bare spots that once balanced the owlcat sent him stumbling on the ever-tilting floorboards. And suddenly, body moving before his mind could, Angel Dust hurriedly caught the other in a low dip. Tangled under his partner's shadow, Husk’s red-tipped ears folded until they practically pressed against his skull.

“Snff! Uh. Thanks.” He swallowed.

“No problem.” Angel echoed, stopping to blow a feather from his mussed bangs.

“...You can let go now.”

“If I do, are ya goin' to fall before you even touch the bed?”

Husk's pause lasted a second too long.

“That's what I thought. Now, I’m gonna lead with your shoulder and your waist. And it'll just be touch and nothin' else, cross my heart.”

“Hey, you– kaff! offered to help me out. If there’s an issue that you’re lookin’ for, I couldn’t see one if I tried.” The other mumbled, unsure if he could get any redder.  “But thanks for the heads up, Ange. I mean it.”

Gently the spider guided him with four sturdy arms, the third pair growing to snatch up his shed blankets along the way. Looking down, Angel’s heart suddenly squeezed as the cat in his hold immediately fought sleep at the touch, head lolling against his chest.

“Soooo. You can molt?” Angel squeezed his shoulder playfully.

“...Mm. Sucks, but I always push– snff! Ugh, push through it.” Husk grumbled, scrubbing his eye with a paw to force himself awake. Looking anywhere but at his helper.

“Oh, please! You know I ain’t stoppin’ here, right? I’ve fucked a lotta demons with wings and I gotta say, those bad boys ain't gonna pity ya anytime soon. 'Specially paired with that cold've yours.” He pushed Husk onto the mattress, ignoring the soft grunt that followed. “Now lay down.”

Finally relenting, his patient rolled onto his stomach, pressing a pillow over his head to muffle his thoughts for two entire seconds– or at least while his back and nose had stopped itching something awful. Because without realizing it a warm smolder had filled his chest, sparked at the onslaught of attention. It was the cold. It was just the cold. It was not the sheer audacity of being needy for once in his miserable life. Goddamnit, when had he suddenly become so needy?

“Good boy.” A voice whispered gently, breath hot against his bare back. Yep, that's nausea. Definitely nausea and nothing else. Husk quickly stomped out the growing flame before it could spread any further. Unfortunately, a different sensation crawled up his nose, and he pressed the feather-stuffed fabric against his muzzle. Desperate to not deal any more damage. He was supposed to be the hotel’s bartender. He was supposed to be Angel Dust's bartender. It was his job to look out for the struggling souls around him, not the other way arou-- 

"Huh! Hhhhuuhhh...F-fuck."

"Need help?"

“Wh-whuhh— Snff! What?” Craning his head, the tip of a discarded feather tickled the rim of his nostrils, and whatever pained torture Husk would have had to grin and bear was swapped with another.

"HUP'CHOO! HUT'CHHHOO! Hhhuhhh...hhhuh!...hah hhahhhhHTCH'HUH! Hhhhhuuhhh.......hhhuhh.....hguhh...snff! Ow." Between ragged gulps for air, he heard the thump of books and bottles fall from the high shelves above. He didn't even want to look at the state of his room right now. Instead he blindly grabbed for a tissue, sharp trumpeting blows intertwined with flustered apologies. 

He regretted even thinking about opening his eyes. He would have rather sneezed himself into a second death than deal with the disaster that regularly re-disorganized itself. But vision clearing, he blinked back shock as Angel Dust already had a mop in hand, cleaning supplies at the ready. Steam curled against the cat demon’s cheek, and he turned to see a rag was already soaking on the nightstand. Mystified, the bartender watched as his patron stop mid-task to slide it forward, a welcoming smile on his face. The bowl seemed to move in an oddly nostalgic way. Like the film strip of a memory that didn’t quite catch the light.

Or the offer of a refreshing drink and a silver tongue.

"...This is stupid." Husk finally broke the silence.

"Ugh, I know right? The books are no big deal, but whisky's gonna be a bitch to get outta the carpet. I'll have to grab Niffty before it stains--"

"No. I mean, you don't need t’ clean up after me. I...I-I can do it myself." Husk mumbled, pushing himself upright– or rather, made a daring attempt before collapsing back on the mattress.

Angel Dust stared. Really stared. Throwing aside the handle in his palm, he rested two right hands on his hip. “Husk. Sugar. Sweetheart. Babydoll. You dragged me kickin’ and screamin’ outta bad days plenty of times. What's wrong with me doin’ the same for you?”

“Oh c’mon, we both know that I can do all this bullshit myself. Cleanin’ my room. Washin’ my wings. Why do you need t’ be my personal assistant for the day when you're so busy dealin’ with the studio! 'Specially with Him bitchin’ and moanin’ and runnin' you ragged! I see you stumble through the door at three in the morning, clutching your stomach like it got whittled to nothin’! He orders you around like a goddamn dog on a leash, and then you come home to what? Take care of another asshole like me? Why should some shitty ex-overlord get the same kinda treatment?”

--rubbing elbows with a washed up, wrung out has-been--

Oh.

Oh that motherfucker.

"You--" Angel Dust felt his blood boil, chasing away the ghost of radio static that crawled under his skin. “Are you fuckin' kidding me?!”

Husk jolted, fur puffing in surprise as Anthony pulled him onto his lap. “Stop bein' a dumbass! You deserve this. You deserve to be pampered. If ya think I’m here because I feel pressured and not because you’re actually– oh I dunno, worth bein’ cared for– then let me make things crystal fuckin’ clear for you.”

“Kid–” Overgrown pleas were cut at the stem, body going limp as a steaming cloth trailed down bone dry wings. And as dark thoughts began to drift, the spider rested his chin on the crook of Husk’s neck. One by one he plucked every warped thought with every warped feather.

"You ain't forcin' me to do nothin'. You ain't payin' me as a client. You ain't no toxic ex. And you definitely ain't like Valentino. So get it through your thick skull-- I don't hang around ya 'cause I need to." Cupping a flushed cheek for good measure, Anthony ever so slightly tilted a hypnotized gaze his way. "I do it because I want to."

Faces flushed and heavy-lidded with bliss, the actor forgot himself, bathing in the silence. The peace. The safe haven he called Husk.

The other, very predictably, pulled back to sneeze.

Husk buried his muzzle in a tissue before he could give his drinking buddy-- friend-- partner-- whoever the fuck was in front of him at this point in time an impromptu shower.

"'CHNX! CHNXT'hhhooo...hhhuh! HUH'ASHHHOO!" He cautiously peeked open an eye, blinking back shock when his wings didn't snap open. Instead they continued to lay there, well-washed and preened to perfection. So with a shaky breath he lit the spark in his chest, allowing it to burn gently through his ribcage like it was a small, rusty hearth. Swallowing down a soft purr before it could escape.

"Wait, wait, wait." Yanked back to reality Angel Dust grabbed the cat demon’s shoulder to spin him around, looking him dead in the eye. "Am I crazy, or do you sneeze in triples every time? That’s. Adorable."

"Oh shuuhhh…hhuh!" A blur of a black and red feather swept under his prickling nostrils, fanged smirk kissing the base of downy barbs between lithe fingers.

"Hhhhuh! You s-suhhnofa-a-aahh!...hhhah…” Husk held his breath like his afterlife depended on it, desperately scrubbing at his muzzle to quell the angry itch. Startling when Angel’s lips pecked the tip of his raw nose.

Shit.

“F-fuhhhcking ch-ch-chhheater– Hhhept'choo!" Husk doubled over into the nearly-shredded tissue.

"Oh my goodness, bless you!" The spider demon cooed teasingly. "One."

"Sh-shuhhht…sh-shu-shut the fuck uhhp-- HUP'CHHH’hhoo!"

"Yeesh! That was a big one. Two."

"Guuuuhhh...g-gonna kihh-kill youhhhuuhhh-hhuh-huh-hah! HATCH'HHHOO!"

"Hah! I knew it! Holy shit, that’s so cute!" Angel Dust gushed through bouts of uncontrollable laughter-- rudely interrupted when a pillow smacked him square in the face.

#snz #snz fic #ha//zb//in//ho//tel// #hu//sker//dust #an/gel/du/st #hu/sk

[its-raining-honey]

hrnnnggg porn no plot yan!itto smut posting here we GO

(lowkey)yandere!Itto x reader (whump)

A/N: i was dead just really horny one day mayne :(

- WARNING(s) - UHM DUBCON SHAWTYY….AND UHHH FUCKING

- OTHER TAGS - Gender neutral readerr💯💯💯, Itto x YOU🫵, lemon :3, this is an abandoned wip btw, old as hell too. so it’s unedited & scrappy, andd some obsessive n violent themes i guess xxx enjoy babes be safe!

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((You mumbled something as Itto pulled off your outer coat, urging you to make yourself comfortable in his home.

—

His fat cock swiftly slipped in and out of you as he pounded into your pussy, violently, aided by your dubious arousal coating his cock slick. You could only let out choked sobs and struggling gasps as you moaned his name, as you told him to slow down, as you begged for him to stop.

All of your words were uttered in vain.

His harsh gasps and deep growls reminded you about how much he had said that he needed this.

But you wouldn’t wish his desire, his needy possession, upon anyone, really. And you get reminded of your [] as he vigorously smacks his hips against your ass over and over again, thrusting into you, making room for himself inside of you.

To say you were feeling “overwhelmed” would be such an understatement.

You didn’t know if it was his Oni blood or what, but he was thick, thick and hot. The first time he came inside you, along with his shudder, you swore you could feel his seed by the temperature alone, warm and filling you from your deepest depths.

Your hands were bound, and your arms were oh so helpfully positioned around his neck, for your purchase, of course.

Not for the fact that he liked when you tried to choke him with your hands, or your arms. Ahaha.

But it’s not like your strength could bring him to any whim of yours— this was strictly so you could feel some sort of control while he fucked you endlessly. And you needed that in moments like this.

You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, his tongue lolling out as he pants. With his hands tight on your thighs— he pushes them up, positioning them almost right by your head, for a better angle.

He always ended up fucking you this way. No matter what position he started you in, this would be how the two of you would end up.

What was it called? A mating press?

Fuck, did he love to make you his mate.

Balls slapping your ass, cock stretching your hole and making your body quiver— he always put you over the edge. You were starting to think that overstimulation was another kink of his.

You could barely think as your inner walls were fucked, rubbing against him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. You could barely pay any attention to him as he rambled on and on in your ear, and even started to bite at your lobe.

That was another thing. Biting. Marking. He always had to leave you discoloured and bleeding after he was done with you, no matter what. You could close your eyes and try your best to just get through the sex, no complications— but the fucking dirty talk, the marking, you couldn’t ignore it. When you woke up in the morning your body would tell the story of how you spent the night.

No matter what.))

#damn #arataki itto #itto x reader #genshin itto #yandere itto #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #writing #x reader #gn reader #oneshot #arataki itto x reader #smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #nsft concept #nsft writing #yandere x reader #drafts #dubcon #tw ​dubcon #itto x reader oneshot #wip #honey4ink

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

I beg u plz more ghost face x child!reader (platonic of course!) like…Stu and billy just got back to their place and the reader runs up to them but they trip and hurt their knee and one of them is trying to calm down the reader while the other one goes to get bandages and stuff? I really like your ghost face stuff and take your time have a good day/night!

Ok ok ong it's literally during my exam but it's sunday so i have a day off and I've been itching to touch this dead account again ahaha. (Note I'll be back on i think Thursday or a week later)

A/n: this is literally crack

Ghostfaces x child! reader (pla)

Who would've thought to see two infamous haunting serial killers were fussing over a crying child.

Strangers on the street witnessing a man in a really recognizable ghostface costume, half yelling and half whispering at a child on the ground to stop crying and trying to bribe them with money while sounding on the verge of breaking down himself. While the other seemingly calm but power walks to who knows where urgently.

One of the strangers too close for comfort, try to quietly and cautiously dial 911.

"Uhm hello...? I think a child is being harassed and attacked by two grown men in a ghostface costume..."

"What?"

"are you calling the cops on us?"

The woman screamed and rushed to get away somewhere but got caught by ghostface's/stu's knife thanks to his quick movement.

"Hello ma'am? Hello? Are you there? Ma'a-"

Stu crushed the phone. He was already stressed enough by the little kid on the ground with a small, scratched and bleeding knee having tears over their face.

Internally screaming at Billy to hurry tf up because he doesn't know what to do. He lifts you up and runs to where Billy was headed.

"Why do kids have to be like this!?" The man cries out with a small infant in his arms who cries along with him.

Billy ran off to somebody's house to break in and steal nothing but all of their medkit. Goddamn he should've caught and noticed you were losing your balance when you came to greet them so lovingly.

He body slammed into a large window, somehow managed to get in and ran to find the bathroom, it took a couple of minutes but once he did he was absolutely violating the hell out of the bathroom mirror. Then his last straw came. The fucking light of a flashlight shoved up his face.

"Uhm excuse me. what the fuck are you doing in my house?"

"...."

He then proceeded yell out curses and body slam directly into the person's head which ended up in him losing more than half of the products in his hands but he didn't care. He just needed to gtfo.

Now the infamous ghostface was yet again spotted with a bundle of medicine and running around. I wonder what image this will have on the ghostface industry.

Now the two bumped into each other miraculously and now were currently working on making you stop because their adrenaline has run out completely.

"Billy what do we do!?"

"How the hell should i know."

*you softly still sobbing*

Which didn't even take long fortunately since the pain decreases overtime. Now they were also seen holding a sleeping kid with a bandage wrapped around their knee. Let's just hope word doesn't get around.

So sorry this didn't contain much reader 😭🙏🙏

#x you fluff #x you #x child! reader platonic #platonic #ghostface x reader #ghost face x child! reader (platonic) #billy loomis #stu matcher fluff #stu matcher imagine #stu matcher #billy my beloved #billy loomis imagine #slashers

[prince-liest]

The specific phrasing of “hurt very pretty” is. I knew before this series I was more into the soft sadism/dom thing but it’s soooo rare to find someone who does the exact flavor I’m into and I think that phrase in my head sooooo often

Ahaha, I'm so glad you're enjoying it! I've always really liked, as you describe it, soft sadism, where it's about the intimacy, the connection, and the sort of delightfully recursive loop you get when the suffering is enjoyed, and the enjoyment of the suffering also contributes to the suffering, whether it be via enthusiasm or humiliation. Funnily enough, despite the kind of stuff that I write, S&M that feels genuinely callous and miserable is fully capable of squicking me if it hits just wrong. I really like writing sadism that feels tender, even when it's violent.

Five more asks under the cut! If you sent something about 666 in the past 24-ish hours, it's probably there!

Your newest channel 666 fic had me so mixed on how to feel "Oh ok they're drunk and Al's on his lap... that wasn't in the tags oh no vox isn't advancing... nevermind he's electrocuting Al, i get it, a little something to get the blood pumping oh no wait he's actually electrocuting him oh good lord he's screaming in pain"

Hahaha, god, tagging this chapter was really a fucking nightmare - if there's anything you think I missed that's important to include, PLEASE let me know, because I tried to cover my bases but I really had to give up after a bit. It's just One Of Those Chapters and the first time I've used the Graphic Violence archive warning for something that was just fully consensual sexy times, haha. I hope it was at least enjoyable overall! Alastor certainly had a good time.

I've binged your 666 series and it irreversibly changed my brain chemistry It's more canon than everything that happened in the show itself to me - @grimfeywizard

Ahhhh, thank you so much! >:D I definitely tried to mimic the style of canon for the characters, especially for the first installments before they kinda went their own way character development wise, haha. I'm glad you like it!! <3

I was at a convention all weekend and when you updated BOTH times I snuck out of my group and into a corner to read them I am completely obsessed with this series 🙏🙏🙏 -@urlocal-cryptid7

Omg, glad to add the cherry on top of your con experience, hahaha. Thank you so much!!

hey there, just wanted to say i’m absolutely enraptured with the 666 series! it’s absolutely amazing and one of my favorite fics out there right now. i’m always looking forward to it and checking for updates, great work!!!!

Ahhhh, thank you for the kind words!! I'm really enjoying writing it in all of its weirdnesses, so it's always so nice to hear that people are enjoying the odd directions it goes!

Another fun radiostatic song: The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer - @butwhyaretheycalledstrawberries

This is 100% what I had playing in the car on repeat when I wrote one of the previous installments, hahaha. It's a fantastic radiostatic song, especially with the level of sadomasochism I write into 666.

(Anon who was awaiting the drunk Alastor shenanigans here) Me, pre-installment 8 of 666: Oh My God, it’s happening. Everybody STAY CALM- Me, post-installment 8 of 666: *ugly sobbing* it was everything i could ever hope for, your honor. The Prince(TM) is good and merciful. So yeah, expectations met as always 👍

Omg, ehehehe - drunk Alastor was honestly SO fun to write, because it's just... taking away a lot of his worries and inhibitions, and the behaviors that normally accompany them. I took what Mimzy said about him being a kitten when he's had a few drinks and lets loose and ran with it, and it turned out very enjoyable. I'm glad you also had a good time reading, hahaha!

#ask #personal #Anonymous #nsft #grimfeywizard #urlocal-cryptid7 #butwhyaretheycalledstrawberries #t

[kyber-crystal]

my little love || jake “hangman” seresin

summary: headcanons of what it would be like with hangman taking care of your kid :) and slowly falling for each other in the process. requested by @newlibrary​ !

words: ~no clue

warnings: brief mentions of angst, relationships, but for the most part this is fluff

a/n: i sobbed reading this request i love this sm and i’m so sorry it took me so long to answer

when you first met hangman he was drunk off his ass

you’re busy talking to penny when your son (let’s call him max) says “mommy look at that man” and there he is, slumped over by the bar

you immediately hit it off

so you’re talking and hangman asks you “who’s the kid”, you say he’s yours and like. he just goes !!!. because he can see so much of you in that little boy and it makes him melt

you’d split from your husband of four years last year, but tbh the relationship was doomed from the start — you tried to be forgiving but after a certain point you couldn’t turn back, so you split, taking max with you

you end up talking all night and giving hangman advil for his killer headache. oops. someone needed to keep him in check yk

from then on you become close friends and he comes to visit you pretty much every chance he gets

usually, that’s in the evenings after he’s done with daily training

you know he’s here when max starts smiling and babbling about “mr. hangman”

as soon as max sees him he reaches his arms out and hangman scoops him up into his arms. it’s the cutest. fucking. thing. ever. & he spins max around and around as he continues letting out laughs of pure delight and jesus christ it makes your heart burst.

one night penny has let you off early (”you deserve a break. i’ll watch max for you, so go relax for a bit” — she did have to force you to rest lol.) and you’re sitting next to hangman in a booth, sharing a milkshake

the subject of your ex comes up and he notices the pained look in your eyes when you talk about him

“max will sometimes ask me ‘where’s daddy?’ and i never know how to answer. i’m afraid i’ll never find one...and by the time he’s old enough to understand, what if he hates me for it? i’m doing everything i can, but...”

“i know you are. and you’re an incredible person for doing what you do. max knows it, and so do i. trust me. that kid loves you so much; don’t ever doubt yourself”

"thank you”

the night grows longer and you keep talking and talking and it’s the most therapeutic thing ever

at one point max comes waddling over. but instead of coming to you he climbs up into hangman’s lap, rests his head against his chest and falls asleep. right on the spot

“i think max believes you’re his dad,” you said as you watched him sleep. there’s a smile on hangman’s face at this

“i wouldn’t mind that”

then you and him lock eyes and you’re silent for what feels like forever. it got so quiet that you thought he could hear your heart beating super fast...

ahaha i’m screwed, you think: you tell yourself you can’t fall for him. you’re busy. hangman’s busy. and you’re still trying to heal — you have a child, and you need to put him first above all else

but what if hangman was the key to said healing? he was always there for you when you needed him and gave max something to look forward to every day. the kid was smiling more often than he used to, and that said a lot

one day the top gun class was playing beach football. max points at the window and says “mr hangman!”

he doesn’t talk a lot. but this was one of the phrases he said the most

you’re busy getting supplies from the storage room, so you don’t notice him when he toddles out the back door and onto the beach — he also wanted to join in on the fun

hangman immediately drops what he’s doing and kneels down to the kid’s eye level

everyone else is confused bc they’ve never seen this toddler before so who’s kid is this tf???

“jake, don’t make him cry or i’ll kill you” — phoenix doesn’t know who this kid is nor where he came from but she right away goes into protective aunt mode

“don’t worry. i got this”

and so he puts the kid on his shoulders and starts introducing him to everyone

“there’s your uncle bob!” bob offers the kid a tiny fist bump

“and there’s uncle payback, coyote, and fanboy”

“and here’s your aunt phoenix” and like

phoenix hates kids. can’t stand them. but as soon as she sees this kid she changes her mind. she’s in love

i mean everyone is. they can’t help it. nobody can

“and over there is uncle chicken!”

“uncle chicken!” he repeats

“and there’s grandpa mav”

“why am i the only grandpa???” maverick questions but he can’t hold back his laugh

you’re worried sick at this point and have been looking for him all over the hard deck

but then you come outside and see your son being carried around on the shoulders by hangman, who’s making airplane noises and pretending he’s flying him around in an f-18. the man is DEDICATED

seeing everyone flock around your kid and shower him with love makes you feel whole again

like it’s this feeling you’ve been trying to find for ages and you’ve finally felt it and it’s so gratifying 

“there’s my second favorite person!” hangman smiled at you 

you’re like wtf 

and he’s like “max is my first favorite, of course. you’re a close second”

“oh! this little one’s yours?” phoenix asked and you’re like yup he sure is

“okay i’m stealing him he’s too cute. he’s mine now”

i 10000% believe everyone in top gun gets severe baby fever after meeting max and it’s so funny because nobody ever thought they’d act like this. but yk. 

and then hangman hands your son over to phoenix, who looks completely starstruck : ‘)

“if you’re off work now, i’d like to ask you on a date”

you wait a few seconds to watch him panic for a bit loll

and then you say yes obviously

he’s internally freaking out, but on the outside he just laughs and smiles 

“alright, 7:00 tonight”

you got together officially by the end of that dinner date

and then maybe less than a year later you get engaged by the beach (the same spot where you all played football). hangman got max to help him propose and it was adorable

dude and everyone is fucking sobbing at the wedding

(i’m pretty sure phoenix cries harder than everyone else)

oh and don’t get me started on when you name her the godmother weeks after you and hangman get married

she’s a mess but she couldn’t be prouder

now she’s known as the world’s coolest aunt. duh

and you couldn’t be happier

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