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teddybearty · 2 months
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💕 S-M-I-L-E everyday!! 💕
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huyandere · 10 months
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based on that one arkham post
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makorragal-312 · 7 days
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Manifesting Buck holding Eddie's hand when they're in the helicopter and Eddie putting his thumb on Buck's pulse when they're on the ship.
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alchemicaladarna · 2 months
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OUGH BAGHERA IS SO SWEET TO EMPANADA
She's reassuring Em that Jaiden will accept and love her no matter what, despite having Bobby before. Because love is infinite and it doesn't split up. There will always be love for Bobby, and now there is love for Empanada 🥹🩷🩷
She is also saying that even though she just met her, Baghera already loves Em so much!
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kaztheghost · 7 months
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The reason qRoier is so adamant and insistent on the eggs being dead is because of how adamant and insistent he was that Bobby would live; he was so sure and not for a second did he entertain the idea, and when that ended in a goodbye it shifted his outlook and this is such a blatant showcasing of that!!! He doesn't want to get his hopes up because he knows how much it hurts to have them crushed and he cannot take that again
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artvmisia · 2 months
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Bobby being a hardass but also protecting his crew
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sunnyside-sunset · 3 months
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parrotduo but spy x family are you listening to me platonic marriage to keep up appearances but the marriage is built upon mutual trust and understanding and adoration for their adopted kid and also despite all their secrets they somehow have one of the healthiest dynamics ive ever seen can anybody hear me hello is this thing on testing testing hello im going insane on my own over here
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thesmpisonfire · 9 months
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Forever: Tallulah you're Richas' older sister! You can try to teach him some manners! Richa, why aren't you following your sister's steps??
Richa:
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"In my defense, my best friend and older brother was Bobby"
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SO. i was able to figure out the general structure of the script JLH leaked.
[explanation under the cut]
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in order for all this to make sense, the first thing you need to know is that in north america all screenplays (scripts) are written in the same format
knowing this, we can deduce the general structure of the scene and even the length of some of the words
first we need to address the big question everyone's been asking:
are they talking about Bobby or Eddie?
screenplays are always typed in courier font, and in courier the capital letters B and E are identical at their left sides.
so while i enjoy people trying to figure out if the blurry letter in line 24 is a B or an E, the answer is it could honestly be either
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where we really need to look is line one. the screengrab is blurry so i've outlined the word "going" and circled the area we should pay attention to
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at first, the last letter of the prior word looks like an undistinguishable blob, but there is actually one key thing we can discern from it: the letter can't be y, it doesn't hang low enough
there is a chance that the word is not a name and is "he" which would not rule out Bobby or Eddie. however, that would mean the conversation goes on for at least 14 lines without mentioning "him" by name which is (heavily) frowned against in screenwriting. so chances are they're talking about Eddie
also, with what we know about the characters it's most likely Eddie. can you really see Bobby not talking to Buck because of... well, anything? and we already know that Eddie has a difficult time communicating. so i've decided to go with him for this script but haven't 100 per cent ruled Bobby out
moving on to the actual script itself, anything not highlighted in red is something i'm confident is either the exact wording or something similar. the red sections are the parts that i'm less confident in or know are incorrect somehow
Maddie's first dialogue block is the part i had the most trouble with. with context from the following conversation i figured that she probably asked something along the lines of when [Eddie] will be back at work. the main issue with this section is that the top line is actually six letters shorter than what i have written. this also means that the word that follows "going" has to be at least eight letters long. i tried messing around with the dialogue a bit but couldn't come up with something that would fit the appropriate letter count so for now i just wrote a line similar to what i think the actual line probably is
line six has to be either 12 or 13 spaces long and the first word has to be at least four letters long so i used "really soon" as a place holder, but i'm not completely confident in it
for line eight i initially had "Oh, that's good." but the line was one space short so i changed the "Oh" to "Hey" instead. i don't feel too poorly about this one but it still doesn't feel right to me. if the actual script says "Hey" i wouldn't be surprised if JLH changes it to something else or forgoes the exclamation completely
the final line is just a rough guess of what it could be. i'm not sure how formal the 911 writers are with action lines so i just took a random guess. some writers are extremely formal with action lines while others are more comedic with it (Neil Gaiman is a great example of this). i'm guessing the 911 writers are more the former but i honestly have no clue
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mmyashas · 7 months
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sometimes im normal then i remember the bobby gegg conversation
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like. this was around the time the eggs got told they would die in a week. Bobby had lost so many siblings at the time and resented qslime for it.....and despite that he forgave him because he knew he didn't have that long to live (at the time) He just wanted to move on, and gegg told him he was sorry. i think bobby always knew gegg was slime but still. AGH.
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notgwene · 2 months
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It's impressive to me how some people defend qCellbit and mischaracterize Richas in the same breath when the two are literally going through kind of the same thing.
That kid is fucking suicidal, he does not miss a chance to put his life on the line, he is ready to die at any moment. During the first day of prison when the question "which egg would you kill?" popped up in therapy he was literally jumping to get the adults attention. Richas might have the most parental figures in the server but that also means he has more to lose than any other egg (I'm not saying quantity>quality, not dismissing other eggs feelings, but imagine the toll on a child that has had to watch his parents disappear one by one).
He and qCell have always been very close, he opened up to his dad about how confused and unwanted he felt in comparison to the other eggs because of his origin. And now he lost one of the only figures he felt comfortable enough to be completely truthful to. He is being reactive and aggressive to get attention, he is acting like his brother Bobby in a more intense way, cause he knew Bobby could lash out and still be loved and listened to. Richas' current situation is making me very very sad.
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commandershepards · 1 year
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“It wasn’t the same purpose that she was passionate about but since she loved Avasarala so much, she was happy to stick around.  I love that scene where Avasarala says, “You’re not really happy here,” because it’s reflective of how well she knows her and how much Bobbie loves Avasarala because she’s doing something she’s not really enjoying. I think it’s so lovely that Avasarala tells Bobbie she’s going on the Roci and you can see me in that scene basically go “That’d be great” [laughs] I think it just shows how much they love each other.”
Frankie Adams about Bobbie and Chrisjen in The Expanse 6.01
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sonocomics · 8 months
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I was sad about Bobby's sacrifice for all of 5 seconds before my compulsive desire to gather all confetti in my sight kicked in
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pollsnatural · 25 days
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Inescapable
Kinktober Day 1: Dom/sub
Summary:
(Inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift) Dean, Cas, and Sam go on a small local ghost hunt while you stay at home. While you get the bunker prepared for them to come home, you can't stop thinking about your dom. Dean specifically ordered you to not be thinking of him while he's gone, but you can't help it. You miss him, and when he gets home, you think you'll show him just how much.
Words: 3,919
Kinks: Dom/sub, Rope play, light degradation, teasing, spanking, punishment
Relationship: Dom Dean/Sub Fem Reader
Content/Trigger Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (only in the first paragraph), mentions of a knife, smut, cunnilingus, p in v sex, fingering, dominant dean winchester
Notes: Read here on ao3! Full Kinktober Masterlist. I hope you enjoy :)
Dean. Cas, and Sam left Friday evening for a ghost hunt. Apparently, Old Man Milton only comes back once every 7 years on his daughter’s birthday to kill young men that sexually assault or harass young women. His daughter died by a violent sexual assault and was found in the basement of a fraternity house. He searched for the boy that did it to her, but the college covered it up. Now, he’s coming back for justice. You told Dean that they shouldn’t do anything. If it were your hunt, you would have left it alone. Those guys deserved to die, in your opinion. And maybe that makes you a bad person, but honestly, you’ve literally been to hell and back. You don’t really care if wishing a painful death on rapists is a bad thing. 
The only reason you didn’t attend this hunt with the boys is because the whole topic was just a little too triggering for you. Dean suggested you stay home, and Cas agreed that the emotional trauma it brought up wouldn’t be worth getting rid of the ghost. Sam offered to stay home with you, but Cas isn’t the best hunting partner when it comes to these small hunts. So, Dean asked if you’d be alright and insisted that Sam come with him. Cas is always one call away if you need anything, and you know that. 
On Sunday morning, you get ready to start your day with brushing your hair, doing your makeup, and picking out an outfit. You don’t have much to choose from, because it’s laundry day you’re washing all of the boys clothes along with yours. It’s kind of annoying that they expect you to do their laundry, and you pointed out once that you thought it was misogynistic to expect the only woman in the home to do laundry. But Dean came back with the argument that you were only doing laundry when they were out on a hunt without you. If they were the one staying home, they would do the laundry and you wouldn’t mind. Sam offered to do his own, but it didn’t actually bother you too much. You think that Dean’s just saying it to get you to do it, but you let them have it because he said it with a really cute face and puppy dog eyes. And they do so much for you that doing some laundry or cooking a meal isn’t going to kill you. You don’t exactly like falling into gender roles, but something about them being so appreciative every Sunday night when you make dinner and have them change into clean clothes is so sweet. 
So, you pick out your outfit: a pair of jeans and one of Dean’s flannels because it’s the only thing that smells like him, but doesn’t have blood on it. You take his load to the wash first, because you know when he gets home, you’ll make him change into clean clothes. You put on some music first. You listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin while he’s gone because it reminds you of him. Before he left, as always, he told you not to think of him too much. In a normal relationship, that would be sweet. A request. But in yours and Dean‘s relationship, it was a demand. Every hunt he went on scared you, every time he left the bunker, a chill ran down your spine. You wondered if you would ever see him again. You try not to think like that, and he demands you don’t think of him at all. You don’t listen. You never do. He knows this, and he’ll punish you when he gets home. That’s sometimes why you think of him. You enjoy the punishment. It’s nice when he takes control when he gets home. 
You finish putting his clothes in the laundry and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner for when they get home. It’s your week to prepare dinner on Sunday night. Every Sunday, you make everyone have a family meal at a table. Hunters don’t get to have a normal life, so this is as normal as it gets for you. You don’t have long before they get back, so you pull out all of the necessary ingredients and set them on the counter. Normally, you’d also be doing some research while they were gone. But this hunt specifically was one that lacked research and needed more gumption than Dean could ever gather. As you’re swaying to the music in the kitchen, the song “Dress” by Taylor Swift plays through your phone speaker. This song reminds you of Dean, but in a way that’s more playful than sexy. He likes Taylor Swift, your favorite artist, but he won’t admit it. Sometimes, you catch him listening to her in the shower, but he thinks you don’t know. Sometimes, you see him adding a song of hers to his playlist. As the lyrics ring through your head this time around, you can’t help but think about how teasing it would be for Dean to come home to tear your clothes off. He always requests that when he gets home, you are in bed with no clothes. You enjoy this usually, but tonight you’re feeling a little extra. 
You prepare the food, so all you have to do is cook them. You make homemade burger patties that need to chill, sourdough bread that needs to chill to make buns, and a pastry crust for the pie. You clean up and grab your keys. Before Bobby passed, he built up a car for you out of some old parts. It was a crap car, but it barely cost you. Bobby had a soft spot for you, so he would fix the car up for you anytime it broke down or something happened. Unfortunately, when he died, you had nobody to fix up your car. It was just your luck that you remembered meeting Dean Winchester, a friend of Bobby’s, a few years back. He and his brother were well known hunters, so you didn’t think he would have the time to help. But any shop would tell you that the car was more to fix than it was actually worth. They said it was unsafe and shouldn’t be driven. They didn’t have the memories you had with that car though. So you gave him a call, and you were lucky that he was in the next town over just finishing up a case. You two haven’t left each other alone since. 
You head toward a town close by to find exactly what you are looking for. You stop into a few stores before you find exactly what you wanted. A short, white sundress, complete with a cherry print scattered across the fabric. You check the price tag because unlike other hunters, you try to earn honest money when you can. You save as much as you can and invest some of it. The dress is on sale, which just lets you know it’s meant to be. 
You check out and head back to the bunker to get ready and prepare dinner. When you walk inside, you hear a ding on your phone. You pull it from your pocket to see a text from Dean. 
We’re on our way home, Sweetheart. About an hour out. Be ready. - DW
It’s funny that he signs his initials with every text, but it’s his thing. It’s how you know it’s really him. He told you to be ready, but you should really be the one telling him to be ready….
Yes, sir. 
You go to the kitchen and begin cooking the burgers. Cas doesn’t have an appetite, but he still sits at the table with us. He always compliments the food, even though he doesn’t actually eat it. His description of food is that it “all tastes like molecules” to him. But nevertheless, Sam and Dean still enjoy it when you cook. After the burgers are cooked, you put them on a pan to keep warm and take out the dough. You make some rolls and put them on a pan to bake. The pie will cook while you’re eating, so you go ahead and head toward your bedroom to change. 
You put on your new dress and put your hair up with some loose curls falling down. You touch up your makeup a little bit and add some red lipstick. It’s Dean’s favorite and it matches your dress perfectly. You spray on some Tom Ford’s “Lost Cherry” and make your way back to the kitchen. You check your watch and see that it will be about half an hour until they get home, which is perfect timing to go ahead and put in the rolls and start preparing the pie. 
Soon, the whole bunker smells like fresh bread and sweet, cherry pie. You put all of the clean laundry in the rooms. You set the table with a whiskey glass in front of both Dean and Sam’s seats and a courtesy glass of water in Castiel’s spot. You put a wine glass in front of your seat, and pull out the rolls to replace them with the cherry pie. You take out all the extra condiments for the burgers and put the sides on the table. The locks of the bunker do a familiar click, and you know it’s game on. You hear the low chatter of the boys discussing the familiar scent wafting from the kitchen. 
Sam walks in and sees the set table. He waves the other guys into the kitchen. 
“Is it Sunday already? Man, I’m hungry!” Sam goes to pull out a chair before your hand catches his. 
“You boys go wash up first. I don’t want blood and sulfur at my dinner table. Your clothes are in your rooms. Dinner in 5.” You smile and pat his hand. He laughs a little before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing a little bit. You smack his chest gently, and he laughs and saunters off to change. Dean’s heated gaze is focused on your legs, or more importantly, how much of them he can see. Your apron falls below your dress, and when you’re turned to the side, he can see that your dress barely covers your ass. He groans low to himself and raises his eyes to meet yours. Cas speaks up. 
“Thank you for putting together dinner. I appreciate it.” He smiles awkwardly before the dirt and blood disappears from his outfit. He hangs his overcoat on the rack in the corner and then settles into his spot. Dean’s gaze hasn’t left you, and you know exactly why. 
“All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation.” 
“Something wrong, love?” You ask with your most precious voice. You know he won’t say anything in front of Cas. He treats him like a toddler, his child that he must watch over. It’s adorable, but at the same time, he watches himself around Cas. He doesn't want him repeating things. Dean doesn’t reply, but his face looks pained. You smile and wave him off to his room to get changed. He obliges, but you can see the tension in his back as he walks away. 
“Dean seems stressed. We got rid of the ghost. Why is he upset?” Cas asks you as you make Sam’s plate. 
“Because his wife is his wildest dream, and he’s mad he has to eat dinner first.” Sam laughs as he walks out in fresh clothes. He sits at the table and smiles up at you. “I mean seriously, come on, he came home to his wife dressed up with his favorite dinner made and pie in the oven.”
“But why would that stress him out? Shouldn’t he be happy that he has the terribly domestic life he wished for?” Cas asks as you plate the food in front of him. He won’t eat it, but he likes to have a plate to feel involved.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean walks to the table, “can you three stop talking about me like I ain’t here? I am not stressed. I am exhausted from a three day long hunt. Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.” Dean’s gaze shoots up at you as he sits down. You plate his food next, and then, your own. You sit down and everyone eats in silence. 
The conversation starts flowing once everyone starts getting full, and then, it’s time to take out the pie. You head over to the oven, which is right next to Dean’s seat, and bend down to get the pie out. Your dress rides up right next to him, so he can see your cunt soaking your white lace underwear. He groans and attempts to cover it up with a cough. You chuckle a little to yourself and set the pie down on the table. You take the boys plates and put them in the sink. 
“Sam, don’t forget. It’s your day to do dishes.” You nudge his shoulder. You set out more plates and serve up the cherry pie to Dean and onto your own plate. You are on one side of Dean, so you scoop up Sam’s piece and lean over Dean to place the pie on Sam’s plate. Sam shakes his head and chuckles to himself before digging in. Cas wanders off to the library. You sit back in your seat and take a bite of your pie. Some of the cherry juice drips off of your lip and onto your chest, where Dean’s gaze falls. You swipe your finger across the juice and stick it into your mouth. Your eyes close in ecstasy, and you make a small noise of happiness. Dean has yet another cough, and you open your eyes to watch him. He hasn’t even touched his pie.
“Dean, you haven’t touched your pie?” You ask him sweetly.
“Dude, it’s delicious. You picked the right woman.” Sam says as he goes back for seconds.
Dean nods his head and picks up his fork with shaking hands. 
“My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”
You all continue to eat before you both hand your plates to Sam to wash. You bid goodnight to Sam and Cas before heading to your room with Dean hot on your heels. You barely make it through the door before he catches your wrist in his hand and closes the door behind him with his foot.
“You disobeyed me.” He states. His eyes pierce yours with pure lust and determination.
“I made dinner.” You counter, reminding him that it was your week to make dinner.
“You know the rules, sweetheart. You know what happens when you break the rules.” A glint appears in his eyes, and suddenly, he begins walking toward you slowly. The backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward onto the soft cushioning. “Tell me what happens when you break the rules, love.” His voice commands. 
“I get punished, sir.” You let out with a bit of excitement. 
“Oh, were you looking forward to this?” He chuckles deeply, “Of course you were. My pretty little slut loves it when I show her who she belongs to and where her place is.” 
“Yes, sir.” You nod your head and raise your hips toward him as he climbs in between your legs.
“Oh, do you want me to touch you?” 
“Please touch me.” You ask, waiting for his touch. 
He chuckles deeply again before pulling his knife from his pocket. You back up a little before his hand comes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. 
“Don’t run away from me, sweetheart. You just asked me to touch you.” His smirk says it all. “Do you remember your safeword?” He asks in your ear. 
“Yes. Cherries.” You giggle a little at the word and how significant it’s made itself today.
“That’s my good girl.” He says as he places the knife down on the nightstand next to your head. “Sit up.” 
You sit up quickly and wait for your next instruction. You don’t always have such an intense dynamic, but you both need intense when you’ve been apart for a while. 
“Over my knee.” You shiver at his words, but do as you are told. He lifts the skirt of your dress and rubs over the smooth skin of your ass. 
“How many do you think you deserve, darling?” He says to you as he runs his finger over the lacy fabric of your underwear. 
“I don’t know, sir.” You say to him while you try to grind your hips into his legs. He lays a smack on your ass, leaving a stinging feeling. 
“I think ten is fair. Two for thinking of me while I was gone, four for wearing this slutty little dress, two for teasing me at dinner, and two for grinding yourself against my leg.” You shiver again and nod your head in response. He lifts your chin and gets down in front of your face. 
“Words.” He whispers and bites your lip. 
“Yes, sir.” You bow your head as he lets go. His fingers travel downward until he reaches the soaking spot in the center of your underwear and presses in. 
“Oh, your pretty hole is so wet for me. I can’t wait to use you.” You whine as he retracts his hand. 
“Don’t make a sound or I start over. Got it?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as he speaks to you. 
“Yes, sir.” 
He lays the first smack and your body jumps in response. You feel your hole squeeze the nothingness. You know you’re in for it, and you just hope that he’ll have mercy on you and touch you soon. 
“Nine more.” You breathe in slowly, preparing yourself for nine more. 
Smack. You just want him to touch you. 
Smack. You’re getting desperate. 
Smack. Soon, you’re going to start begging. 
Smack. You don’t know if you can handle more.
Smack. It feels so good, but it hurts. 
Smack. Almost there. 
Smack. You’re going to come. 
“I know I don’t feel you grinding on my leg, do I sweetheart?” He chuckles before laying two smacks back to back. You let out a sound that is a cross between a moan and a cry. 
“Tsk tsk, what did I tell you about making sounds?” He asks you gently. 
“We- would have to start over.” You whine. “Please Dean, don’t make me.” You beg. 
“What did you just call me?” His hand wraps itself around the back of your neck and pulls you toward him.
“I’m sorry, sir.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. He looks back at you with pure satisfaction. You can feel his cock that's been growing beneath you this whole time twitch at the sight of you. 
“Two more.” He says, and he means it. You groan lightly, and you hear his light laugh at you. 
One. It stings, but he was more gentle than before. 
Two. That one is going to leave a mark. 
“Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.” 
“Good girl. Sit up.” He helps you forward and reaches beneath the bed. He grabs two pieces of rope that you don’t remember putting there. He smiles mischievously when he sees your confusion and scoots you up the bed. “Arms.” 
You put your arms up and he ties each arm to the holes in the headboard. That is not what you were expecting, but you aren’t complaining. That is, until he rips your dress off of your body straight down the middle. 
“I only bought this dress so you could take it off.” 
“Dean! That dress was new.” You look at him with shock. 
“Well, I hope it wasn’t expensive.” He smirks a bit before dragging your underwear down your legs. 
“Please.” You push your hips up to him. 
“Please what?” He asks, his breath grazing over your slick cunt. 
“Please touch me.” You ask. 
“My pathetic little slut wants me to touch her pretty cunt? You want me to lick your pretty clit?” He spreads you apart until you’re completely exposed to him and glistening in the dim bunker light. 
“Yes, sir.” 
And that’s when he takes his change to shove his tongue deep inside your hole. He fucks you with his tongue, occasionally slipping his tongue out of your hole and circling around your clit. You can feel yourself squeezing around his tongue. His scruff scratches the inside of your thighs, and you just want to tangle your fingers in his hair. He flicks your clit quickly and shoves a finger inside of you. 
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He asks as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you. His tongue feels so good as he continues his gentle assault on your clit. He moves in quick circles. Every now and then, he sucks your clit into his mouth. He slows his fingers and fucks you slow and hard. You like it like this, feeling every bit of him. His fingers curl up inside you to rub on that spot. 
“Fuck.” You can’t help the sounds that come from your chest. 
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. See, this is what good girls get when they behave.” He taunts you, moving his thumb to your clit and his mouth to your sensitive nipples. 
You start riding his fingers harder, chasing the orgasm that his fingers are promising you. You close your eyes in pleasure. 
“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see me when you come.” He says, watching your every emotion. He switches out his fingers for his thick cock. He rubs the tip against your sensitive clit and has you whining for it. He pushes into you slowly, but that’s the only time he’s slow about it. He rams into you and fucks you hard. He is relentless and merciless. 
“That’s it, pretty girl, only I can make you make those sounds.” He whispers in your ear. Your arms pull against the ropes, but you’re unsuccessful at breaking them. You buck your hips toward him as you chase your orgasm. He starts rubbing your clit, and you feel it coming on. 
“Come for me.” He whispers in your ear as you let loose the orgasm that's been building inside of you. Your legs shake a bit and your back arches off of the bed. 
“Good girl.” He says as he slips his cock out and pumps it a few more times before rolling his head back and letting out a groan as he comes on your stomach. You love watching him come at the sight of you. 
He reaches forward to the nightstand next to you and grabs the knife. You look at him with confusion until he leans forward to your wrist. You realize he’s going to cut you out of the rope. You hear a scratching noise and attempt to look above you, but you can’t see. Suddenly, he cuts both of the ropes and lets your arms free. You rub your wrists and turn to see what he was doing. On your headboard, there is freshly engraved statement: 
Property of D.W. 
“Carve your name into my bedpost.”  
You put on a shirt of his and snuggle into your bed with him. He cuts the lights out, and as you’re drifting off to sleep, you swear you hear him singing Dress by Taylor Swift. 
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cubitozinc · 4 months
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you know something i don't see a lot of people talk about? richas was... pretty much bobby's only friend.
now that's not even a Bad thing for bobby—he was the happiest damn egg that damn island's ever seen, 100%, but his Parents were always his best friends, they were who he always spent his time with, and he didn't get along That well with the other eggs most of the time... because. well. we all know what he was like 😭
he did have tilín, but they died so early on, and they were more like a sibling than a friend... so all that really just leaves richas. i guess he didn't really have time to develop friendships with anyone else. but bobby had his pets, his parents, and richas, and that was more than enough for him. he had those three and he was the happiest egg to ever set foot on that island.
Idk sorry guys that lemon boy animatic from movie night just made me think of this [sitting in empty room surrounded by blood and gore all over the walls]
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