#misbehaving anons got me fired up

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi just dropping by to say that jk is the gayest gay to have ever gayed and people who think he's straight are delulu thx bye

Gay JK. Let's talk about gay Jungkook during SEVEN. 😂 Josè Ochoa on YT is the one who pointed this out when he reacted to the MV but did u see JK twerking? On the official MV? 🤭

No, but listen. Wbk that this man looooooves to twerk. I mean....

He's done it in another official MV before...

I love this one sm but I really wish Jimin had noticed 🤭

Straight Jungkook shamelessly twerking for his man. I wonder if he's done the same for Jimin in them Calvins 🤔

Moving on... this is definitely a favourite of mine. Mans proper vibrates on fucking stage like what!?!?! 👁👃🏽👁 That's hetero JK for ya 🤭

How many straight men do you know who twerk this much? C'mon now. 🤭🤭 And he's good at it too! 🔥

Anygays, that's exhibit one. He he hee... Okay for what I'm about to say next, I'd like to remind people of this post I made. I know it sounds like I'm joking but birch, I'm damn serious. 😒

Disclaimer: The following is just what I noticed. You don't have to see what I see. Please form your own conclusions.

Also warning: my friends hated me for showing them this but I had way too much fun with it and now u get to suffer too 🤭🤭🤭 sorry not sorry 😂

So here we go. More proof of gay JK. Our lovely Kookie did awesome on that performance video and I have been enjoying watching and rewatching. So this is something I picked up on. 😂🤭 Once again I'm so sorry 🙈

When watching for the umpteenth time i noticed JK checking out Mr. Beard thrice here. When I tell you I was shooketh 😳 I can't see hot beard's ass very well but JK sure can 😂😂

When I showed this to my friends, one of them told me about black guy here. JK checks him out too when he sings every hour. So she was like; its part of the choreo Shaz stop it! And I was like okay. 🙌🏽

But as i continued to watch the video, guess what happened? Mr. Beard is now on JK's other side when it happens again!! Here he checks out hot beard guy when he sings Tuesday and then does again at the end when he sings seven days a week.

Now hear me out 🙌🏽 I'm not insinuating anything. Y'all now I'm deep in this Jikook shit. I'm just saying JK was checking out hot beard dancer. Which is no bd of course he's just looking. People joke around and call JK Jiminsexual because while we have seen Jimin thirst over other people here and there, we have never seen JK do this. Ever. Even other members like RM, Suga, Jhope and V have all been caught in 4k. But all these years and JK we have nothing. The only person we see JK checking out is Jimin. So forgive me if I was fascinated. 😂😂 Especially coz it kept fucking happening. I mean look at this!! When he runs back his eyes are on beard dancer's ass as he sings night after night 🤭🤭 Lastly, there is a part where JK shakes his dancers hands. Now watch him shake the other dancer's hand first, (i think its Brian) then watch him shake beard's hand and then smile back at him.

Why was it only Mr. Beard that got a smile? 😡 I don't think i like Mr. Beard and I hope he gets fired 😂😂😂🤣 Guys, I just thought this was really funny is all. And fascinating if I'm being honest because this isn't the norm for JK. Or maybe I'm just a nut job that need to go to bed.. who knows? 😆

Oh wait, hold up.

I just realised something. If Jimin watches this and sees what I see then JK will definitely be in trouble. Now, they've been at this xes thing for 9 years so JK should be a pro by now, right? So maybe the times when he's limping is because he gets punished for misbehaving and so Jimin goes a bit harder than usual which prevents JK from walking properly?

Or sitting down. 😳

I cracked the case y'all. 😂😂

Anyway anon.. what a long winded way to agree with you. Yes. JK is super gay! Like, super, duper gay. 💯

#ha ha ha haa #i did say i was sorry #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook theories #jikook theory #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jungkook seven #jimin #park jimin #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts #jikook analysis

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Going off that Caleb and Philip idea, short story request please!

Caleb and Philip go with Evelyn to the market. Caleb has Philip in a baby sling on his back because Philip has been misbehaving.

Philip is grumpy because his situation means he has to go wherever Caleb goes. The only good thing he can find about it is that being attached to Caleb's back means he doesn't have to look at Evelyn.

The idea that anon is talking about.

And you got it!

I hope this is okay! <3

Plz share ur thoughts if u can! 💕 <3

😤 The Grouchy Baby 👶

"I can walk you know," Little Pip grumbled as he was tied to the baby sling on his brother's back.

The two siblings were currently at the Bonesborough marketplace with Evelyn.

She figured it be fun to show the two around.

Their reaction to everything was PRICELESS.

She couldn't stop laughing.

Humans made the most absurd faces.

"Well, you've lost your walking privileges," Caleb would sternly state.

Ever since they came to the market, his baby brother has been on a bad behavior spree.

Insulting random strangers, attempting to set shops on fire, going on rants about chaos.

It was too much.

He couldn't be trusted to walk on his own.

"No fair!" Philip would argue, a sour look on his face.

How could Caleb do this to him?

He was 12 years old!😤

He was practically an adult!😤

A gosh darn grown up, not some dumb baby!

He should not be treated this way.😠

It was unjust.😤

Caleb sighed. "Once you show me that you can be good, you'll earn them back."

"Once you show me that you can be good, you'll earn them back," Philip rudely mimics.

Caleb frowns at this. "Being a smart mouth will only increase your time." The elder informs, looking back at his brother, only to see that he was gone.

Brown eyes widen in shock. "Huh?! How did he--?!"

"FREE!" A child triumphantly screams.

Turning around, Caleb saw Philip sprinting away at full speed. "Philip, get back here!" The elder would demand.

"NEVER!" He shouts back. A cute, cunning smile crept on his face.

Time to cause problems on purpose. >:D

Screw witches! >:3

"Oh, no, you don't."

Suddenly, Philip feels himself being magically lifted up. "Huh?"

An unseen force then carries him back to Caleb before he has a chance to question what was happening. "Hey! Let me go!"

Pip tries to flee, but can't.

"You're going back on Caleb's back," Evelyn would say, using her magic to tie Philip back to his baby sling.

Caleb gave his girlfriend a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Evelyn."

"Of course!" She smiles back.

Meanwhile Philip huffs in defeat, snuggling into the sling.

"Whatever. At least I don't have to look at her."

#(lol this was so cute and fun to write!😊😊😊) #the owl house #owl house #toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #wittewife #writing #my writing

[hellcifrogs]

Okay. alright, I needed a separate post to go in detail, because now I'm pumped! BTW I only quickly looked up the bijuus’ references to have some guidance, so they might not be all exact, I also went a bit by their appearaces alone.

Unfortunately I can’t fit the number of tails, but this is a great excuse for me to ramble about these lovely myths to anyone interested.

Ichibi Shukaku, the shapeshifting tanuki - I might be probably forgeting some, but I decided to go with an animal I like. It kinda matches how bloodthirsty Shukaku was in the begining, but it’s a bird instead. Matinta Pereira is a little owl (sometimes mistaken or also described as a potoo) that brings the news of death. Sometimes it takes the shape of a witch, other times is an old man seeking petty regenge. Another nice detail: since both tanukis and kitsunes are somewhat tricksters, the Matinta is actually sometimes related to the creature I chose for Kyuubi too.

Nibi Matatabi, the cat ghost - The obvious here would be to go with the Alma-de-gato (Cat soul) which is literally a shadow or spectral cat that appears to haunt children who misbehave, silently staring into their souls with (literal) burning eyes. Totally fits and I’d be happy with it. BUT if we take what looks the most like the beast in the series and just overall vibe, I’d have to go with Boitatá. Nothing to do with cats, just a giant fire snake with its body covered in eyes. This myth is actually closely related to the will-o'-wisp so many times the fire is made blue

Anon says “Boitatá would make a fucking awesome bijuu let’s be honest” and that is true! Boitatá IS one of my favorite myths for a reason! Not only it looks badass the legend says the snake protects fields and forests from anyone trying to set illegal fires by blinding them, or driving them into madness or just straight up killing them.

Sanbi Isobu, the sea demon - Here I picked the Ipupiará who’s basically another sea demon, though more humanoid, kind of resembling a mermaid, but more of a walrus shaped one. There are multiple stories and creatures similar to this one, but I like the older and more murderous version for this. Option TWO is another one of my favorites (another giant snake, of course it’s another snake): Boiúna, the black snake. A huge, river long, pitch black snake with flame red eyes, that just scares anyone living by the rivers by sinking ships or straight up swallowing them. Neither of these has any moral or motivation, they’re just beasts.

Yonbi Son Goku, the monkey king - For this one I went with the idea of an “Imposing monkey-like creature” and got: Mapinguari, this huge, smelly, man devouring monster. These monsters, mostly known in the amazon region, easily stand at over 2 meters tall, sometimes depicted with a single eye in the forehead and with a huge mouth full of razor sharp teeth stretching all the way to the bellybutton. They attract the prey by screaming like desperate humans and deceiving people to go help. To have this one as a source of power is nice, but wouldn’t be nearly as respectable as the original.

Gobi Kokuou, Hanging horse head and ghost whale - Okay so a horse. that’s easy: Mula sem cabeça, literally a Headless horse, with fire coming out of its neck. This one is widely known in the country so it has many MANY variations, but the shape is what matters here, so ‘only head horse’ for ‘no head horse’. Not sure how to fit the whale ghost part :(

Rokubi Saiken, the shellfish ogre - Alamoa! I’ve been told not many people know about this one?? But searching for this shellfish ogre, the wiki description fits quite perfectly with the Alamoa. She is a storm (thunder? lightning?) ghost, who appears on stormy nights dancing naked in the beaches of Fernando de Noronha. She is very pale and with near white blonde hair and attracts fishermen with her beauty and treasures, only to trap them and turn into an skeleton before killing them.

Nanabi Choumei, a rhinoceros beetle - This one was surprisingly hard, but let’s go with a simple one: Minhocão (literally big worm). Huge worm like creature living in rivers or underground that also goes around sinking ships. I would also take the ‘lucky seven’ joke and turn it around by using Caapora (out of the numerous names, this is the one I’m most familiar with), who is said to bring bad luck! Caapora can be an angry little girl, a creature with red skin and hair or even a cyclops, they ride a boar (queixada) and cause depression and bad luck to whoever meets them.

Hachibi Gyuki, the cow demon - Immediate choice: Boi Bumbá (with many name variations). It’s an annual performance/celebration telling the story of death and ressucitation of an ox. There’s a lot of dance and colorful outfits involved so it makes for a nice visual for a magical beast. BUT I also remembered a more regional one called Boi Vaquim: a winged bull with golden horns and diamonds for eyes that spits fire. How badass is that?

Fun fact: ‘boi’ is the actual portuguese word for bull/ox, but in native tupí language ‘boi’ stands for snake so we have the snakes boitatá and boiúna.

Kyuubi Kurama, the kitsune - Absolutely NOTHING to do with foxes, but I’m going to pick Saci! Simply for the trickster nature. Sacis are probably the most famous supernatural creature in brazilian mythology. They vary in shape (can be human or have goat horns and beard or bird foot), size (from tiny little fairies living in flowers to 2m tall with scales and claws), power (can create small tornadoes, grant wishes, spoil food), nature (they go from harmless and inconvenient pranks to kidnapping children and beating up animals to death), but the base look is of a pitch black humanoid creature - most times a black boy - with a single leg and red pointy hat. Option two for visuals: Maned wolf.

#not art #Brazilian folklore #I hope it's entertaining or enlighteing #in english because i need the world to know abt these gems #maybe one day ill get around to drawing something based on this

[cloudcountry]

⛈️ anon here!!!

(I feel like I'm soon about to get a restraining order bc I keep showing up in your inbox/hj)

So Ray's route got weird. (I finished part 4.)

Essentially we walk in on the black army interrogating red army men who broke in. Turns out the red king didnt send them. They came of their own will to come take Ray's head, literally. Ray basically straight up goes "do it, I dare you. The entire black army will attack your troops. Much of Cradle will be in ruins". And kept trying to egg the red army men to do it. I legit thought I was going to witness a murder. Thankfully the red army underlings are cowards and are too scared to do it.

Ray then proceeded to tell another black army member (one of the upper 13 or whatever, because they were only ones in the room) to basically tell the red army, "Ayo, come pick up your misbehaving toddlers. We don't want them."

It was at that moment I was noticed and pointed out by a member of the black army (one of the upper 13, I think it was Sirius, I don't remember). I of course ran. Ray basically tells me to "wait". I keep running bc I'm horrified at what I just witnessed. He catches up to me asking if I am scared of him and the fact war could break out any minute. I say yes. He says something I don't remember. But it affected both of us.

Bc we both are distant at breakfast. Sirius notices and is like "yo lady come help me with the dishes" or something similar. I end up doing dishes. He ends up telling me why the armies are fighting. Bc of different ideas of what peace is. And it got worse because the king of heart's dad was killed. But no-one knows the whole story. Just that he's dead. (Does cradle not have police or a detective agency??? Wth)).

And then like 5 seconds later Some newbie to the army is like "yo, I'm gonna challenge Ray for his spot". Ray's like "okay!". Like my man doesn't even bat an eye. We find out they're going fight for it . Im of course like "Sirius, this is serious!!!" And Sirius is like "Not really, but whatever". Completely ignoring our fear and doing nothing to soothe it.

New guy looses and we find out Ray's motivation for fighting in the war. And that he's fighting for the people of Cradle for Peace to do what you love. (or something similar I don't really remember his speach exactly) Ray tells the new guy that he wants him in the army because of his courage and his reason for joining. Leaving newbie mc-noobson in awe and shock.

Sirius makes us go out shopping for him. Sirius wants us to talk it out because our distance is affecting people. Sirius is called an old man by Ray, numerous times. (IDK why tho He ends up leaving us behind for some reason I don't remember. We ask him to wait for us. And Ray's like "No :)".

Somehow we end up at the area where I fell from the sky. We talk about the fact that though I am slightly frightened by the fact war could start any minute and of him. I'm curious to learn more about him and the land. And Ray goes "Weirdo" and then tries getting me to give him the bags I have. I'm like no, he gets salty and leaves. But he slows down to let us catch him iirc.

He also complains about Sirius getting fussy because "we took too long" or something similar...

Based on what I know Sirius is like the black army's unofficial mother. And Fenrir gives off crazy wine aunt vibes.

(also if things are jumbled and off it's because I ended up taking a nap before telling you. And forgot some things)

NOO I LOVE ITW HEN PPL ARE IN MY INBOX. YOURE LITERALLY MY ONLY ANON I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS UPDATE SDHHSHDSD

ray is scary lowkey. like i got that vibe when i starte dhis first chapter he kept STARING at alice and i was SO UNCOMFORTABLE LIKE PLEASE STOP MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH ME I DONT LIKE IT SDHJGHDGHD

sirius is the best headquarters would be on fire if he left for a few hours. like i havent even spent that much time with the black army but they would all die without him there WRANGLING THEIR ASSES but anyway!!!

YOU NAILE DIT BASICALLY YEAH. they call sirius mom a lot idk if theyve done that yet HSDHSD HE ISNT EVEN OLD HES LIKE 30 THATS STILL YOUNG and yea fenrir is wine aunt energy i get that. but also i think he cooked with hsi guns?? or tried to one time???? hes HOPELESS. but apparently his route is very good and i got that information from teh ikrev authority so u have to trust me

#⛈️ anon <3 #auburn talks ikerev <3

[cherub-cafe]

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jerma my comfort cc soft aesthetic stimboard🥺💕 for @sickness-and-stealth 🥺🥺💙💚

#the second i finished this i got terrible diarrhea #and honestly? #it’s deserved #i wasnt going to post this for a while but now i’m in a mood #misbehaving anons got me fired up #joke stimboard #jerma985 #jerma dollhouse #cursed #anti stim #food #fire #35

[earlgreydream]

after.

| loki x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. loki, but he's so rough during sex, it hurts, and aftercare is absolute bliss afterwards? & AFTERCARE WITH LOKI 

a/n: I’m combining these requests. love dom!loki and soft!loki

cw: dark!loki, sliiiiight dubcon (consensual), aggression, general rough smut, spanking, light anal play, brief exhibitionism, mild degradation, implied subspace, etc

“Are you about done acting out?” Loki asked you, his lips just below your ear, sending chills down your spine. You were sat on his lap on the throne, and you’d spent the last hour or so grinding against him while he was trying to have important meetings with Thor and the royal guard.

“I don’t think so,” you confessed, biting back a smile. You were enjoying riling him up, getting revenge for the many times Loki had tortured and teased you. 

“My darling, my patience with your disobedience is wearing thin,” Loki warned, and you rolled back, putting significant pressure on his rock-hard length below you.

Loki made a throaty noise, and Thor cut off mid-sentence. 

“Continue, brother,” Loki ordered, and Thor gave the two of you a look before he continued speaking. Loki’s hands gripped your waist, trying to keep you from squirming and rubbing your ass against him. 

“If you do not stop, I will fuck you on this throne in front of this entire room of people. You want to be seen acting like a whore so bad, I’ll let you.”

His words echoed down your spine, and your face heated, a visible blush spreading across your skin. You felt his dark laughter against your back, pleased with the way the threat suddenly turned you shy.

His knees pushed your legs apart and you were shaking your head, pleading soft apologies to Loki. Your confidence and deviance crumbled, and you were weak at his fingertips. You very suddenly came to regret your actions, and Loki hummed against your shoulder, warning you against trying to close your legs.

Thor kept speaking, but his eyes narrowed as Loki’s hand moved to your front, very openly cupping your sex in your skirt, in front of everyone. Your skin was burning, the heat spreading over your body in a blazing fire of need and embarrassment.

“Loki...” you whimpered, and he hushed you. Thor tripped over his words as Loki pushed two fingers inside of you, and you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at Thor watching Loki play with you. You knew what to say to stop Loki, but you couldn’t, because a sick part of you was secretly enjoying this.

A strangled whimper escaped you as Loki pushed his fingers forward particularly hard. Thor stopped speaking completely, watching Loki’s glistening fingers slide in and out of your soaked pussy. You hadn’t worn any panties under your dress, wanting to work Loki up as much as possible.

Truly, you hadn’t expected to be punished like this. Loki wasn’t often a fan of public humiliation, but seeing how wet it made you, and how you suddenly got shy and obedient was all the convincing it took.

You bit your lip fiercely, struggling to keep from squealing and crying out. Loki mouthing along your neck, whispering filthy things in your ear about Thor watching you get your pussy filled with his fingers, didn’t help you stay quiet and still.

“Loki, please,” you were begging, what for, you weren’t sure.

“Please what, little one?” Loki was going to make you work for it. Your whole body tensed as the coil tightened in your belly, Loki’s fingers stroking the spot that had your mind shutting down.

“I need to come,” your plea came out much louder than intended, but it made no difference, everyone in the room had their eyes locked on you since this started.

“Go on then, scream my name to all of our subjects, let them know who you belong to.”

The coil snapped and you orgasmed with a scream, Loki’s name echoing through the high ceilings of the throne room. Your legs were shaking and you grabbed his forearms to steady yourself, your release dripping down your thighs and onto Loki’s lap.

A high pitched shriek was ripped from you when Loki slapped your sensitive core, and you jolted from the sting. Even Thor flinched slightly, and your breath caught in your throat as he spanked your pussy a second time, drawing out your humiliation and adding pain to the punishment. Tears threatened to roll down your cheeks, and Loki mocked your embarrassment.

“Shy, little one? You didn’t seem so shy when you were misbehaving all evening.”

“I’m not done with you,” he whispered in your ear, picking you up and draping you over his shoulder. Your skirt was still flipped up, revealing your ass and slick, swollen cunt to everyone you walked by. The tears were now falling freely, and you squirmed helplessly.

Loki slapped where your ass met the back of your thigh, leaving a handprint, the sound bouncing off of the walls. You cried out in pain as he squeezed the area before carrying you through the throne room.

“We’ll have to finish this meeting later!” Loki called after himself, parading you through the halls as he took you to his chambers. When you started to speak to apologize, he spanked you, not wanting to hear it.

Loki practically threw you on the bed, and he tore off your dress, leaving you naked. His own clothes vanish in a glimmer of green, and you were caught under his sadistic, predatory gaze.

“On your knees,” Loki commanded, and you scrambled to obey, kneeling before him as he leaned against a golden wall. Magic bound your hands behind your back, and the tip of Loki’s cock brushed your lips.

“If you resist me, I’ll let Thor use your mouth next,” Loki threatened, getting you to immediately open your mouth so he could slip inside.

His pale fingers threaded into your hair and found a grip, holding you steady as he fucked your throat. Tears rolled down your cheeks faster than before, and all you could do was kneel before your king and take him. You did your best to please him, hollowing your cheeks and humming around him, trying to get him to come faster. You were choking and unable to breathe, and the feeling of your struggle had Loki coming in hot ribbons down your throat, shooting his seed straight into your tummy.

You gasped for air, heaving oxygen into your lungs when he pulled out, your head dropping forward as you caught your breath.

“You will not disobey me again.” Loki smacked your cheek lightly and you immediately answered.

“No, Loki.”

His hand wrapped around your arm and he lifted you to your feet, your hands becoming free from the bonds. You thought you were free until he hauled you onto the bed, your wrists being secured to the headboard as you laid on your stomach. Fear prickled up your spine, knowing your punishment wasn’t over.

You’d learned your lesson about teasing Loki and being disobedient, and after this you swore to yourself you’d never do it again.

“I’m sorry, Loki,” your voice was quiet, and Loki looked at you silently.

“Pull your knees to your chest,” he ordered, and you did so before letting your head fall back down onto the duvet.

He stared at you, bent over and exposed for him, prolonging your anxious anticipation. He moved behind you, out of your view. You felt the bed dip behind you, Loki kneeling on the bed, his hands resting on your hips for a moment. He traced the red handprint on your ass, making you twitch slightly at the touch.

Something cold and made of metal slid through your folds, making you jump.

“I’ll slap you if you move again,” Loki’s tone was stern, and you held still, wondering what the tear-shaped object was for. He gathered your arousal on it, and you jerked your hands fruitlessly against the magic as he pressed it lightly to your tight ring of muscle.

Barely a second passed before his hand connected with your skin, leaving another stinging handprint on your backside.

“I’m sorry, I don’t need it, I’ll behave,” you promised, stumbling over your words as you weakly protested the metal being slowly pushed into your ass.

“I know you don’t need it, but I want to see your pretty hole stretch around this gold plug,” Loki’s voice dripped with sadistic pleasure, sending shivers through your body.

You hid your face in the duvet, fighting not to squirm away as he slowly pressed it inside of you. The feeling was foreign and uncomfortable, and incredibly shameful. Your body betrayed you, displaying your cunt growing wetter as Loki eased it all the way inside of you. A choked whine of pain tumbled from your lips, but you didn’t use your safe word. You hated the feeling of being stretched but you knew you deserved it for your misbehavior, and you didn’t want to object to Loki.

He leaned back on his heels and admired you, the gold peeking out of your slightly trembling body. He watched you shake from a mixture of embarrassment, discomfort, overstimulation, and utter and complete ecstasy, a devious smile pulling at his lips.

He was painfully hard again, and he very much intended to tear you up before forgiving your transgressions. His anger has now faded, though he was enjoying scaring you a healthy amount. He enforced his rules, and taught you what happened when you disobeyed.

You knew he wouldn’t be merciful and let you off, and you were thankful he’d let you come at his fingers, even if it was in the presence of the throne room.

You laid in front of Loki, moaning loudly as he fucked into you with one thrust. Your muscles burned as they stretched to try to accommodate his size, but he offered no reprieve before snapping his hips against yours, railing you. He pushed on the gold, a choked scream tearing from your throat as your mind melted from the sensation of being painfully full.

You couldn’t help but cry as Loki brutally fucked you, abusing your aching core as he hit your cervix, buried deeper in you than you thought possible. You were choking on oxygen, your mind completely empty as you took him in, searching for pleasure.

The pain of how hard he was fucking you had tears flowing thick down your cheeks and choked whimpers escaping you. Loki brought a hand around to your clit, taking pity on you and giving you some relief to the sharp pain. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, taking me so well, like a good, obedient slut,” Loki finally offered you some praise, even if it was slightly degrading.

The words soothed over your fright, and your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you, your mind fading. His thrusts became less rhythmic, his hips stuttering. You were familiar with the feeling, and in a few seconds, you felt him spill into you, pumping you full of his release and coating your aching walls with the sticky white seed. You sighed softly in relief as he pulled the metal from you, tossing it aside. He slowly eased out of your sex, his magic dissolving the bonds on your wrists.

You fell limp once you were no longer restrained, and Loki admired your fucked-out body. Your mind was cloudy and a shudder wracked your body as you adjusted to the sudden relief.

“Little one,” Loki spoke softly, the usual gentleness returning to his voice. His hands smoothed gently up your back, green sparks penetrating into your muscles and dissolving some of the ache. 

You hummed weakly, acknowledging Loki calling out his term of endearment for you. Your breath caught as he flipped you onto your back, and you winced as the aching between your legs became a painful throb, the endorphins wearing off.

“Let me see those pretty eyes,” Loki’s fingers tenderly brushed over your cheek, and you opened your eyes to gaze up at him. 

“We’re going to get you cleaned up, alright? It’s over now,” Loki leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You weakly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and hugging him. 

“I need you to speak, darling.”

“I love you,” you whispered hoarsely, your voice raspy from Loki brutalizing your throat. He laughed softly, kissing your cheek and wiping the remaining tears that were staining your skin.

“I love you more than all of the stars.”

You whimpered as he lifted you, carrying to into the basin and stepping in with you. The warm water engulfed your body, filled with salts and oils from the finest markets of Asgard. Loki rested you against his broad chest, careful of your muscles. 

He lifted a glass from a small table next to the tub, putting it to your lips and urging you to drink the water. You ignored the soreness in your throat and leaned back against Loki’s stable body, swallowing the contents of the glass. Loki took his time cleaning you up, gently lathering your body with sweet-scented soaps. 

He massaged your head as he washed your hair, brushing his fingers through the locks. You’d been turned around for that, your forehead resting on his shoulder as he worked shampoo and conditioner through your hair. He’d pestered you to eat some of the grapes from a bowl nearby, kissing your forehead and praising you. 

“I’m sorry for teasing,” you apologized softly, and Loki gently adjusted you so you were looking up at him. He tilted your chin up, gazing down at you with love and lightly pecking your lips before speaking.

“I’m not angry. You don’t need to be sorry anymore,” he promised, holding you in his arms, trying to snap you out of your foggy headspace.

You protested to being lifted out of the bath, and Loki hushed you gently, drying you off and helping you into silk clothing. Your legs were weak and you held onto Loki’s arms as you stood by the hearth. He helped you onto the lounger, snuggling you into his chest and handing you a piece of bread with honey drizzled over it. You ate it and curled up into your warm lover, basking in his attention as he cared for you. He lifted a book from the table and began to read to you, his smooth voice lulling you into dreams. He pressed into your mind, filling your head with sweet thoughts and guarding you against nightmares. 

He listened to your steady heartbeat as he played with your hair and the fabric draped over your body. He loved how sweet and cuddly you got after sex, blissed-out and your mind empty except for a desire to be close to him. He adored you, and everything about you, and these moments of closeness were his favorite. 

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[frizz22]

Tease

Anon prompt: Zelda does a surprise strip tease at home for Faustus before sex

Notes: Spellwood just got back Blackwood manor after fancy coven event. Read on ao3

Zelda narrowed her eyes at her husband’s back. She hadn’t put on this dress at the beginning of the night for Faustus to be grumbling about Shirley fucking Jackson. She looked good enough to eat, and from the stares she’d received all night, many would’ve taken her up had she offered.

Which meant, the fact that Faustus hadn’t already eagerly peeled the sinfully tight fabric from her body and thrown her onto the bed was infuriating.

Carefully setting her fur aside, no need for dramatics to ruin her good stole, Zelda pulled at the ends of her elbow length glove until she was able to pull the thing off slowly by the fingers; the fabric whispering deliciously along her skin.

Looking at the glove, Zelda contemplated her husband, who’s back was still to her as he kicked off his shoes and threw his tie aside in irritation. As much as she loathed it, it seemed extra measures would be needed to get what she wanted tonight. And considering she’d already gone to extraordinary lengths with the dress, Faustus owed her. 

Taking aim, Zelda lobbed the glove across the room, using a bit of magic so it landed squarely across his shoulder.

Faustus froze, his mutterings about ungrateful coven members falling silent, and he drew the glove off his shoulder slowly before he partially spun to face her, eyebrows raised expectantly.

That should have been enough.

An eyeful of her in her dress without the fur stole in the flickering light of the fire in the fireplace should have been enough to have him pouncing on her.

He didn’t move.

Arching a brow of her own, Zelda took the fingertips of her remaining glove between her teeth and pulled, maintaining eye contact the entire time as she exposed the creamy length of her other arm.

Once free, Zelda took the glove back in hand, slapped it lightly against her thigh and then dropped it.

Faustus, whose eyes had been closely following her movements intently, started at the slap, his eyes darkening. Finally getting the hint, he stalked towards her.

But no, he didn’t get to have her that easily. Not after making her work for it. Catching him by the shoulder, Zelda pressed him back until his knees hit one of the chairs in front of the fire and he sat abruptly.

Before his hands could find her hips and pull her in, Zelda backed away from him; fully committed to teasing him mercilessly before culminating the night in glorious ecstasy as she rode him on that chair.

A whispered spell had his arms flying to the armrests, and his back pressing against the back of the seat, effectively sticking him in place. Faustus harrumphed when he found her couldn’t follow her. “Zelda,” he growled, watching her hungrily.

Smiling wickedly, Zelda lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Yes, Faustus?” She murmured, positioning herself only feet from him. Close enough to touch but entirely out of his reach because of the spell.

Eyes and features darkening with the promise of some delicious punishment, Faustus looked up at her from under a hooded gaze. “Don’t play games, dearest.”

“Oh, but darling,” Zelda countered, her tone for the endearment turning sickeningly sweet. “It seems I must play games to get my husband’s attention. I mean, if this doesn’t,” she indicated to her dress, running her hands over her silk clad breasts, down her stomach only to branch out to frame her hips right before she reached the apex of her legs, rejoicing in how Faustus shifted in his seat and licked his lips in response. “Then perhaps I need to work a bit harder.”

Swallowing, Faustus tried to move again but only managed to jerk the chair forward a little. “Zelda, if you think I wasn’t constantly picturing all the ways I could debauch you tonight, you’re wrong.” His eyes swept over her, lingering on the small circles she was tracing in her hip with her finger; likely wishing it were his.

“Am I now?” She asked, eyes sparking in challenge. “Then why is it, that you did not do such a thing while at the celebration? In years past you wouldn’t have hesitated to ravish me, barely concealed, just down the hall from the rest of the coven.” She turned, back to Faustus, and another spell had the zipper of her dress slowly moving downwards, revealing a little skin at a time.

Faustus groaned behind her and the chair scrapped along the ground once more.

As the zipper slid down, she smirked to herself and reached up to start removing the enchanted pins from her hair, loosing the locks around her shoulders one strand at a time. “Or if you wanted to pretend to the coven that you aren’t a voracious slut for your wife, not that they’d believe that, why not debauch me the moment we teleported to the house?” She peered coyly at him over her shoulder and then turned forward once more. “I was practically dripping at the thought of you taking me against the wall in the entry way downstairs. And yet,” Zelda sighed dramatically and set her last hairpin onto a side table. She spun and methodically slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders. “And yet, imagine my disappointment when you chose to complain, to focus on Shirley Jackson.”  

She stopped then, holding the dress up to her chest with her hands. “Shirley Jackson, Faustus, how could that nagging hag of a witch have your attention over me? Over this?” Dropping the dress, Zelda let the fabric pool around her feet. She was left in her lace corset, matching bottoms, garter, stockings and heels.

Faustus visibly gulped. “Zelda...” And she could see his cock was straining against his pants and allowed herself a pleased smile as he begged. “Please...”

Fluffing her hair a bit, Zelda bent neatly at the waist to unhook her shoes, giving Faustus a generous view down her top before she straightened. “Please what, husband?” She asked, stepping out of her heels and walking closer to him.

“I wasn’t—” He managed, breaking off and looking at her hopefully when she stopped in front of him.

Instead of relieving him in any way, though, Zelda propped a foot up on his still spellbound knee, sliding her foot from there to the middle of his thigh, smiling at the shiver that raced through him and how his cock twitched as his eyes immediately traced her leg from bottom to top. “You can’t dispute it, darling.” She remarked, snapping the garter and then angling her knee outwards so he could easily see her core, see the dampness soaking through her underwear.

He practically choked, and the chair jerked again.

Lifting a remonstrating brow, Zelda tsked. “Can’t say a single word in defense.” She sighed in faux despair, fiddling with the clasps to her garter. “Whatever is a wife to do?” She asked, undoing the clasps abruptly and sliding the stocking down the length of her leg with exaggerated care.

“She’s to let her husband loose so he may prove to her that any other witch, mortal, demon or being is far from his thoughts.” Faustus replied hoarsely, straining against the spell and stretching his neck side to side as though that’d free him.

Zelda huffed and shook her head. “That seems a little too easy, don’t you think?” She shifted so she could prop her other leg in his lap, a bit higher this time. “I mean, a wife shouldn’t have to ask for her needs to be met, a husband, a warlock one at that, should be able to tell, be able to see his wife’s needs are completely satisfied. Shouldn’t he?” She slipped the other stocking down and smirked at how transfixed Faustus was by the action.

Tossing the item aside, Zelda lowered her foot back to the ground and reached for the laces on the back of her corset, only to find she couldn’t grasp them. While she could undo it with another spell, just as she’d done her dress, Zelda smiled wickedly at the idea that had just formed.

She spun slowly, once more sweeping her hair over her shoulder. “Faustus, could you start to make up your grievous mistake of ignoring my needs by helping me with these laces?”

The chair scraped along the floor again. “Zelda.” And there was a hard edge to his voice that told her she’d gotten him truly worked up. It sent shivers through her. “Remove the spell, darling, and I can do anything you’d like.”

A low hum emanated from her throat as though she was actually considering the idea. “No,” she drew out the word teasingly. “I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet.” She licked her lips and then swiftly sat in his lap, making sure she moved around enough to rub against his hardened length still straining against his pants.

A gasping intake of breath was her reward.

“You’ll just have to use your teeth.” She instructed, settling herself more fully against him and positioning herself so he could dip his head to reach the laces.

A sharp bite to the junction where her shoulder and neck met was her answer, Faustus’ tongue quickly lapping at the almost broken skin to soothe it. Before she could scold him for misbehaving, he latched his lips to her favorite spot right under her jaw, sucking, nipping and lapping mercilessly.

Taken by surprise, Zelda‘s head tilted to give him more access without her permission and her hands went to grip the armrests automatically only to find herself clinging to his forearms, still frozen to the chair, instead.

“Release me, Zelda,” he purred, nibbling on her ear, “and I can do so, so much more to you.”

Her core throbbed at the roughness of his voice, at the promise hanging heavily in the air. And while he’d begging prettily for her earlier, now he was using other means to try and convince her to end the torture and just take him.

But she wasn’t done yet, and if she gave in now, then she’d telling him he could always tip her hand in some way. And she couldn’t have that, couldn’t let him push the scales in his favor, not when they were tipped so far in hers. With strength she didn’t know she had, Zelda leveraged herself off her husband’s lap and stood; if a little wobbly.

“Darling,” she shook her head, snipping her fingers and the corset’s laces unraveled. “You had your chance to be good,” she arched a brow and let the corset fall away, leaving only her underwear and Faustus moaned. “But you just couldn’t.”

Approaching him again, Zelda reached for his pants and slowly undid his belt and zipper—while she’d have liked to take him right then, she did want to at least keep up the pretense she was in control.

She ran a hand through his hair, “can you be good?” She purred, leaning in so their faces were barely an inch apart as she stroked her other hand along his length.

Still only able to move his head, Faustus lunged forward and kissed her brutally, tugging her lower lip and biting hard.

Yanking back, Zelda huffed. “That was your last chance Faustus,” she murmured, stepping back, turning a bit so she could bend at the waist once more and remove her underwear, only this time Faustus got an eyeful of her glistening folds instead of her chest.

He moaned and the chair jumped again, but Zelda knew it was partially for show. He knew she’d have released him if he’d played along, he wanted her to take him like this, wanted her in control.

It wasn’t often he wanted to play the sub, and Zelda wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.

Flicking her underwear aside with her foot, Zelda drew herself up and eyed Faustus over her shoulder with a dark smirk.

He finally broke. “Zelda, please, I—"

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Zelda was in his lap, straddled him and sinking onto his hard length before he could finish his sentence.

Obscene sounds escaped them both and Zelda wasted no more time getting settled. Hands on his shoulders for balance and leverage, Zelda set a punishing pace; Faustus merely trying to capture whatever part of her he could in his mouth as she moved.

#caos #caos fic #caos fanfiction #Chilling Adventures of Sabrina #writing prompt #Zelda Spellman #faustus blackwood #zelda x faustus #spellwood #father blackwood #netflix #ao3 #AO3 fanfic #ao3fic

[samaraclegane]

Ineffable husbands! Crowley being really clingy and over protective after the bookshop fire and Armageddon that didn't happen. Btw I love your writing and you!♥️

author’s note: ahhhh I love it!! thank you, anon! :) super cute imagine, I can absolutely see this. hopefully my writing in this piece got the image across lol, I’m getting ill again so don’t have the clearest of minds! just had to write this asap, I loved it so very much. & thank you so much! glad you love my writing and me, feel free to pop up and chat if you want! always good to have more ineffable husbands shippers to talk to :)

-”really, Crowley, I think I’m quite alright to go on my own.”

-it’s been about a week, give or take a few days, since the world didn’t end. and, in those six-to-eight days, Aziraphale had found himself completely unable to leave, to go anywhere at any time, without Crowley being two paces behind him at an absolute maximum.

-today, though, he had to venture out alone, as dangerous as the demon deemed it to be. he’d had the shop closed for well over a week whilst he sorted out Armageddon and such, and the last he though people remembered of it was it burning to the ground.

-inexplicably, though, it was now re-erected, and so he officially had a job to go to.

-Crowley, however, is currently pawing at his sleeve like a lost puppy, making his heart so heavy he doesn’t think he can stand from the couch and leave him behind.

-”do you have to?” he asks, sounding meek and truly concerned, “I mean, do you really have to? can’t you get somebody else in for the next, I don’t know, six millennia or so?”

-”no, dear, I can’t,” if Aziraphale didn’t feel so guilty, he might have laughed at the demon’s proposal. “I’m the only one that works there, remember? and besides, it’ll be nice to get out of this flat-”

-”oi!” Crowley playfully hit him, and yet even despite his offended tone, his eyes never lost their desperate sheen.

-”not what I meant!” Aziraphale called as he forced himself to stand up, momentarily managing to rid himself of the dreadful, doubting thoughts his mind had conjured whilst looking at the sad scene of Crowley.

-he dressed himself, ready to go outside and face the newly and strangely cold weather. as he did so, he felt Crowley’s eyes boring into his back and, sure enough, when he turned around to face the demon, he was sat there, staring at him like if he lost focus for a moment Aziraphale would disappear forever.

-”oh, my dear boy,” Aziraphale said, sounding inexplicably maternal, moving to kneel beside Crowley but refusing to sit down beside him again, knowing where that’d end him for at least the next week. “what’s the matter?”

-at this direct questioning, Crowley shied away. he suddenly curled into himself, trying to simultaneously avoid and hold Aziraphale’s gaze, and looked sheepish.

-”you can tell me anything, Crowley,” Aziraphale insisted, sounding certain but not confronting, “surely you know that by now.”

-”’course I do,” Crowley grumbled, but still hesitated before continuing. his exposed yellow eyes glistened, looking somewhere between lost and hopeful, and then he confessed, “I just don’t want to lose you again is all.”

-Aziraphale felt the soft look swoop over his face, painting his features in a pastel shade of love. “you aren’t going to lose me, Crowley. you’ve never gotten rid of me that easily, and it’s not going to start now.”

-at this, Aziraphale leaned up and pressed his lips gently to Crowley’s forehead, who briefly looked relaxed before he saw Aziraphale make to stand again, then scrambled about.

-”where are you going?”

-Aziraphale began to make his way idly over to the front door, resting his hand on the doorknob then turning back to face Crowley, who he found to be following him as he always did.

-”work, Crowley,” he said, firm but not aggressively - never aggressively. “I’ll see you again this evening, don’t fret.”

-Crowley nodded, seeming to resign, realising Aziraphale’s intentions were set, and there was no keeping the man at home for another day. slowly, he said, “alright.”

-Aziraphale gave him a look, an affectionate yet pointed one, one a mother might give her only slightly misbehaving child, then turned to leave. just before he got too far away, though, a hand came to rest on his shoulder and dragged him backwards.

-falling into a firm chest, Aziraphale made a small ‘oof’ sound on the impact, and only after a moment did he realise Crowley’s slender arms had come to wrap around his middle, holding him in place.

-a voice came, to small and muffled that he almost missed it. thankfully, though, he caught just the end of it, so he was able to ask, “what was that, dear?”

-softly, Crowley repeated: “do you promise?”

-Aziraphale smiled to himself, then let his head come to rest atop Crowley’s. he enveloped the demon’s lithe frame in his arms, applying a hopefully reassuring amount of pressure, letting Crowley know he was there, he always had been and he always would be.

-”I promise,” he said, and didn’t think he’d meant anything more in his entire existence.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #writing #ineffable husbands fic #good omens fic #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #mine #prompted work #prompted writing #prompted works #prompted writings #send me prompts #send me anons #send me asks #chat to me!! :) #michael sheen #david tennant #ficlet #fluff

[rangoatemybabynsfw]

if that anon with the coffee shop au a couple days ago never sent in specifics... what about barista K and customer L? bottom K?

Hmmmm

Keith is supposed to be opening the store today. He’s always early, jumps the gun when it comes to getting places on time, the speed demon. Means he’s gotta sit in the store for a good half an hour before anyone else gets there. And then they gotta wait another twenty minutes before unlocking the doors and letting customers in. While waiting he puts on a couple pots of cofffe, that way its all ready the minute they open the doors.

Somene tries to open the front door only to be denied thanks to the lock. They knock a few times hurriedly and Keith snorts out a short laugh when Lance presses his face to the glass. Keith comes to the door and shakes his head at him.

“We’re not open yet,” Keith smirks.

“Come on Keith! I have class in an hour!” Lance exclaims. “Let me in so I can see you before I gotta go?”

“You gonna behave yourself?”

“Does it look like I have time to misbhehave?” Lance answers and Keith lets him in. He locks the door back up as Lance goes to the counter. “You got any coffee going yet?”

“Yep,” Keith nods and returns to the register. “But like I said, we’re not open.”

“Come on,” he whines and vaults the counter. He starts pulling at disposable cups that Keith makes him put back. “I need something to wake me up. I have a test.”

“Sorry, rules are rules,” Keith tells him and slaps another cup out of his hands. “And I’m not getting fired because my boyfriend wants a quick free drink.”

“Then how about a quick…quickie?” Lance winks. He braces a hand on either side of Keith against the counter, pressing in so that Keith can feel him against his ass. “The cafe doesn’t have to be open for that…just your legs. That would give me a boost.”

“I bet it would,” Keith rolls his eyes with a smile. “You said you’d behave yourself,” he adds as Lance nuzzles and breathes him in at his neck.

“Mmmm, I said ‘does it look like I have time to misbehave?’” Lance reminds him. “And looking at the clock and how early you got here…the answer is yes.”

The door is locked and the blinds are still drawn. No one can see in except for at the door. The door that dozens of city dwellers are walking past. And now Lance’s fingers are delving into his pants.

“How long before your coworkers get here?” Lance asks, nibbling on Keith’s ear.

“Twenty minutes minimum,” Keith exhales a sigh.

“More than enough time,” Lance grins. “Get on your knees for me.”

They do it on the floor behind the counter where no one can see them. Smell of fresh brewed coffee in the air and the sound of people bustling just outside. Lance comments that his coworkers could come in and catch him like this…moaning and begging for Lance to fuck harder. He tells Lance to hurry, before they run out of time. Hurry and get him off.

Lance doesn’t finish. He gets Keith close, practically sobbing for release when he pulls out. They’re out of time. The others will be here soon and he’s gotta get to class. This little interlude should keep Lance alert for his test and Keith on his toes all day. But he’ll be back at lunch to take of his needy boyfriend, maybe in the storage closet if Keith begs enough.

#Rango answers #Klance #Bottom Keith #Volporn #Volpron

[blinder-baker]

Off to the races - Tommy Shelby

Based on Off to the races by Lana Del Rey

Requested by - Anon No warnings A little bit angsty maybe A/N -  Probably not what you wanted, sorry <3 Also Tumblr is letting me put a picture with this... Enjoy! <3

My old man is a bad man,

But, I can’t deny the way he holds my hand

And he grabs me

He has me by my heart

The love between you and Tommy clouded over any dark things he did. You knew about them, yet you ignored them. Everything he did, all the terrible crimes, he did them for his family. He did them for you.

He doesn’t mind I have a Las Vegas past

He doesn’t mind I have an L.A crass way about me

He loves me with every

Beat of his cocaine heart

To him, you were perfect. A moment with you and the day was saved, a sin forgiven

Swimming pool glimmering darling

White bikini off with my red nail polish

Watch me in the swimming pool bright blue ripples

You sittin’ sippin’ on your black crystal yeah

Light of my life

Fire of my loins

Be a good baby

Do what I want

Light of my life

Fire of my loins

Gimme them gold coins

Gimme them coins

People could claim that you were only with him for the power, for the money. Anyone who knew you knew it wasn’t true. Nothing such as a poisoned word could affect you now, you were above them. Tommy carried you taller than the rest, above the jealousy and the doubting gossipers.

And I’m off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers

Chasing me all over town

Cos he knows I’m wasted, facin’ time again on Rikers

Island and I won’t get out

He promised you were protected. Untouchable from those who would wish you harm. But even he couldn’t prepare for everything.

Because I’m crazy, baby, I need you to come here and save me

I’m your little scarlet starlet, singing in the garden

Kiss me on my open mouth, ready for you

Every moment counted every second a treasured memory.

My old man is a tough man

But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam

And he shows me he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul

He was your angel, with a gentle touch and a broken mind

He doesn’t mind I got a flat broke down life,

In fact, he says he thinks it’s what he might like about me

Admires me, the way I roll, like a rolling stone

Likes to watch in the glass room, bathroom

Chateau Marmont slippin’ on my red dress, putting on my makeup

Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes,

Says it feels like heaven to him

Tommy wanted you to have everything, the finest of luxuries. That’s what you deserved, for putting up with a criminal like him. A man without regret.

Light of his life,

Fire of his loins,

Keep me forever,

Tell me you own me

Light of your life,

Fire of your loins,

Tell me you own me,

Gimme them coins

And I’m off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers

Chasing me all over town

Cos he knows I’m wasted, facin’ time again on Rikers

Island and I won’t get out

Because I’m crazy, baby, I need you to come here and save me

I’m your little scarlet starlet, singing in the garden

Kiss me on my open mouth, ready for you

Now I’m off to the races, laces,

Leather on my waist is tight and I am falling down

I can see your face is shameless,

Cipriani’s basement, love you but I’m going down

No one could hide from when business was bad. With danger looming over Tommy, threatening your safe haven and everything he had worked for.

God, I’m so crazy, baby,

I’m sorry that I’m misbehaving

I’m your little harlot scarlet,

Queen of coney island

Raisin’ hell all over town,

Sorry about it

My old man is a thief

And I’m gonna stay and pray with him till the end

But I trust in the decision of the lord

To watch over us

Take him when he may, if he may,

I’m not afraid to say,

That I’d die without him

Who else is gonna put up with me this way?

I need you, I breathe you

I’d never leave you,

They would rue the day, I was alone without you

All you wanted was for the safety of your love, the certainty of a future with him.

You’re lying with your gold chain on.

Cigar hanging from your lips,

I said “Hun”

“You never looked as beautiful”

“As you do now, my man”

And we’re off to the races, places

Ready set, the gate is down

And now we’re going in

To Las Vegas, pay us, Casino Oasis

Honey it is time to spin

Boy you’re so crazy, baby

I love you forever, not maybe

You are my one true love,

You are my one true love

You are my one true love

Things don’t always end happily, promises are not always kept. All you can do is hope, wish and maybe even pray - that everything will be okay. For you, for Tommy, for the future.

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders x reader #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby x reader #Shelby #John Shelby #finn shelby #Arthur Shelby #lana del rey

[prinanalogicality]

For the dialogue prompts could you write dom Logic saying 10 to a sub Morality? (I don't know why my mind went to this but i think you could write it a lot better than me)

Title: Possession

Boy howdy, anon. I got you! But, I bet you could also write really well if you tried! I’m flattered that you believe I write well, but I want you to feel confident in your abilities as well. :)

From the dialogue prompts: #10 - “Who do you belong to?”

Warning, nsfw kiddies!

AO3 link here.

Pairing: Logicality smut!

“Who do you belong to?”

Logan’s voice is deep, rough as he speaks down to Morality, left hand gripping the male’s jaw, forcing him to look up at Logan from his kneeling position on the ground. Morality is clad in nothing but one of Logan’s button-up shirts, unbuttoned, the fabric framing his hard and leaking length between his thighs trembling to keep himself kneeling upright. Logan, in turn, is fully clothed, staring down at the male beneath him with a fire in his eyes that Morality adores.

“I belong to you, Sir.” Morality responds in his usual peppy tone, enjoying how Logan’s expression darkens.

“Then do tell why you believe it is your place to flirt with not only Roman but also Anxiety. You sat on Roman’s lap, pet Anxiety’s hair - did you think I would not find out?” Logan furrows his brows, pulling his hand back in favor of removing his tie and shirt.

“Well, how could I not? Anxiety looked especially cute today, Roman was as handsome as ever.” Morality murmurs, suppressing a giggle. He knows how possessive Logan is, that is why he loves pushing his buttons. Morality would never, ever legitimately be unfaithful to Logan, but he sure can play with him.

“You do not act on those desires because you belong to me and me solely, Morality. Is that understood?”

“I guess so.”

Logan growls, tugging Morality’s hair upwards so the male will stand up beside him. “Chest and knees on the bed, hands behind your back.” He says simply, and this time Morality cannot suppress his excited giggle as he crawls onto the bed on his hands and knees before lowering his chest to the soft duvet, hands settling against the small of his back. “How many do you think you deserve?”

Morality hums, wiggling his hips slightly, grinning when Logan’s hands roughly grasp the globes of his cheeks in order to still him, nails slightly digging into the smooth flesh. “Ten?”

“You should know the answer to this one by now, Morality. ‘However many you see fit, Sir.’ Say it.”

“However many you see fit, Sir.”

“Then I see twenty. Count it.”

Logan’s swats to his bum and thighs are enough to sting, but are far from forceful. Morality does enjoy playing rough from time to time - as Logan does as well. But, Morality does not have a high pain tolerance - at least, not as much of a pain tolerance as Logan would more than likely prefer for him to have. Morality had suggested they delve into dominant and submissive play, and when Logan found out sex was more than simple missionary vanilla, he did research of his own and suggested things like spanking.

Morality enjoys being spanked, he does. Logan dances on the fine line of what Morality can take, and Morality is forever grateful that Logan is not only so good at not crossing the line, but the one time he had he immediately backed off and took care of Morality, made him feel safe, soothed the pain in his bum.

Swat.

“T-twenty, thank you Sir.” Morality breathes out, relieved when the spanking is over. He feels Logan pressing gentle kisses to the sore skin of his bum and he giggles softly, visualizing the smile on his boyfriend’s face at the sound of his delight.

“You did well, do you believe you deserve a reward, baby?” Logan asks, hands deftly roving over Morality’s rear end and thighs, soothing the ache.

Morality ponders his answer before replying, deciding to begin shaping up. “Only if you see fit, Sir.”

Logan sighs in relief. “What a good boy, you’ve learned your lesson.” Morality can hear the sound of a lube bottle being opened and perks up, pushing his hips back eagerly - to which Logan chuckles deeply, shaking his head. “Ah ah, be patient. Good things come to those who wait.”

Morality reluctantly obeys, shuddering as the cold lube is dribbled over his waiting entrance. He knows Logan won’t be prepping him this time, not with how Morality had misbehaved and not with how Morality was very clearly anticipating this moment, if the way he has already stretched out wasn’t obvious. He feels Logan’s precum-slick dick sliding between his cheeks, slightly dipping into his eager hole before moving on, sliding over the top of his crack and back down to his perineum, repeating the process.

“Beg.”

“Please, Sir. I’ve been - naughty, but I promise, I’ve learned my lesson. May I have my reward, please?”

He hears contemplative humming before he feels Logan’s thick appendage pressing into him, stretching him in that delicious manner that Morality downright lives for. Logan wastes no time in setting a fast pace, the sound of their skin slapping together and Morality’s pleased mewls each time Logan thrusts back inside of him filling the otherwise quiet room. Logan’s hands find Morality’s on the small of his back, holding them tenderly while he takes his boyfriend, eyes admiring his shirt on his lover’s body.

“Do you believe you deserve to cum?”

“I- I want to, but I- if you do not see fit, S-Sir, I- I understand, I will act better next time, I pinky swear.” Logan sees Morality jutting out his pinkies the best he can while Logan is holding his hands, and the action is so endearing that Logan simply cannot not let Morality reach ecstasy.

“You may cum for me, my love.” Logan gently pushes Morality’s hands down until the palms are against the bedsheets. He presses his chest against Morality’s back, the fingers of his free hand lacing with Morality’s as his other closes around Morality’s flushed, wet cock, tenderly squeezing until he feels it throbbing against his fingertips.

Morality releases with a high-pitched keen, his body trembling as Logan slows his pace, gently guiding Morality through his orgasm. Morality’s mind generally shuts down while he cums and his body becomes so very sensitive, and Logan has learned just what pace to keep up and how to stroke him during his orgasms so that every release is absolute nirvana.

“You’re so good, think you can hold out until I finish?” Logan asks him once Morality’s mind begins clearing up enough for him to be able to answer coherently, in which Morality nods immediately.

“Please, Sir. I need it.”

That is all Logan needs to build back up to his fast pace, listening to Morality’s post-orgasm sensitive squeaks and squeals. The sounds from Morality and the feeling of Morality’s walls clenching around him are enough to bring Logan to the edge as well, in which he pulls out in favor of cumming over Morality’s reddened cheeks, groaning at the delectable sight.

Once he is finished, he tunes in to Morality’s giggles. He leans back enough so Morality can roll over to lie on his back, and Logan’s expression softens at the sight of Morality grinning widely at him, looking so adorable and innocent despite the fact that he is very not innocent. But, he is adorable.

“That was really great, huh?” He sits up and reaches up, gently cupping Logan’s jaw to pull him into a sweet, slow kiss. “I love you, I would never actually do bad things, you know?”

Logan nods, pressing a kiss to Morality’s forehead. “Of course I am aware of that, I love you in return. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Logan moves to stand beside the bed, delving into the nightstand to pull out the package of baby wipes.

“Hey, Lo. Why was the broom late?”

Logan pauses to glance back at Morality, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because it over-swept!”

Logan watches as Morality falls back against the pillows in a fit of giggles and rolls his eyes. Logan isn’t sure how he does it, but somehow Morality always manages to make his chest feel warm and bring a smile to his lips. How could he not love him?

#logicality #logicality smut #with a dose of fluff #prompt fill #logicality prompt fill #mine

[area50dununiverse]

I loved your new fic OMG but I have never read anything so smutty I actually was bright red reading it lol! but it gave me an idea like liam spanks john and ed as an actual punishment B/C if they are gonna act like naught kids he will treat them like naughty kids and at first they hate it it hurts and is SO embarrassing but as time goes on they deliberately try to get in trouble B/C they start to find it hot and have to hide their arousal? sorry if this is gross it's literally filthy lol

Hello lovely anon! PLEASE don’t apologise for smut, nothing is too smutty for me!! 

I’m glad you liked my fic, sorry I made you blush :)

I loved this prompt and was super excited but I’ve had mad brain block recently and really struggled with getting down a single word, so I really hope this is okay and not as rubbish as I think it is….?

I also only made it from John’s POV, because I couldn’t do multiple POVs because I suck at writing!  

I really hope you like it!! There is smut at the end because y’know..

It all happened so fast. One moment Liam was shouting at John to put the box of cereal back and the next, there was cereal all over the floor and Liam’s hand was stinging. John looked like he was about to cry and Liam was horrified. He had to take a second to connect the string of events.He had shouted “if you’re going to behave like a kid, I’ll treat you like one” and he had smacked him.

He opened his mouth to say sorry, to pull him into a hug and ask for forgiveness but then John was crouching down to clean up his mess with a small “sorry Liam.”It had worked. Liam had never seen either of them tidy up a mess without being nagged for hours.

Edward looked personally offended by the whole thing and opened his mouth to speak but Liam was quicker. “Unless you want one too, shut up.” Liam watched Edward’s mouth snap shut and he was suddenly proud that he had found something to actually make them listen.He cleared his throat and walked out of the room, hoping he didn’t hurt John.

•

There was never a discussion about it, it just happened. Whenever John and Edward ‘misbehaved’ they would get spanked by Liam.They both hated it, but Edward seemed to hate it more than John and would do anything in his power to keep it from happening.

John got it a lot more than him. He tried not to, but one thing always lead to another which always ended up with him getting a sore arse. John had to admit to himself that it didn’t actually hurt too much, if at all but it was just the idea of getting spanked. It was embarrassing and belittling and John dreaded it when Liam would give him the look; the look that told John what was about to happen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” John said with wide eyes. Liam had told him ten times not to attempt a cartwheel because he would end up breaking something. Liam had thought his warnings had worked until he left the room and heard the sound of glass breaking followed by a suspicious silence.

He went back in to find John standing in the middle of the room, his cheeks pink and his bottom lip between his teeth. Liam looked at Edward, who was sitting on the sofa, the exact look of worry and guilt on his face.

That’s when Liam’s eyes caught sight of the television. It was laying on the floor and the screen was smashed.Liam had no choice but to act, no matter how much he didn’t want to. Even though John apologised, Liam had warned him so many times so he had to follow through or they will know he was a push over.

Liam pointed at the floor in front of him and stared down at John. He only hesitated for a second before taking the few steps towards Liam. His eyes shifted towards Edward once before he slowly turned around and bent over just a little bit.Liam saw him close his eyes, bracing himself and he considered apologising before he smacked him but he knew that would make him look weak.

John was only wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms, thinner than the jeans he was usually in, so Liam did it lighter than normal so it wouldn’t hurt him.John went and sat down, his arms crossed and face set. Liam watched him for a moment before pointing at the broken tv and saying “tidy this up,” before leaving him to sulk.

John was still sulking an hour later. He hated this new punishment. It hurt and it was awkward. No one had ever spanked him, not even his mother when they were children. He considered calling Liam out, maybe he could refuse, tell him that he won’t do it. But he liked Liam and they needed him. John didn’t want Liam to quit and he figured that he only wanted the best for them. John knew the way stop it happening again was to be good. It’s not that he meant to upset Liam and misbehave, he was just having fun and that sometimes led to misbehaving.

Edward side eyed him and smirked so John shot him a dirty look. “Don’t even say it,” John pouted, sensing Edward’s oncoming 'I told you so’. Edward had warned him to listen to Liam, told him what would happen and John hated it when he was right.“Did it hurt?” Edward asked instead, leaning towards him to look at his face. He shrugged, his face heating up slightly. John huffed again embarrassed and pissed off by the whole thing.Edward patted him on the shoulder in sympathy and John huffed again.

It was that night that John woke up from a strange dream. He was uncomfortably hard and hot and confused. He couldn’t remember most of the dream once he was awake but did remember getting spanked and the sounds he made as he cried out with each slap to the arse.

He looked over at Edward’s bed and watched him for a few seconds to make sure he was asleep before he wrapped his hand around himself, definitely not thinking about the sound each slap made against his skin in his dream.

The next day John couldn’t shake the strange feeling. He was confused and embarrassed. He didn’t tell Edward nor Liam about his dream but he knew and that was embarrassing enough. He kept away from Liam, even though the man in his dream was faceless, it was Liam that started this mess.

Just when John thought he was back to feeling normal again, Edward got himself in trouble. Liam gave him that look and John shifted in his seat, very aware of the consequence.John tried to avert his eyes as Liam stepped towards Edward but he just couldn’t help looking. John knew he shouldn’t be getting excited about this but as he watched Edward close his eyes and brace himself, he couldn’t stop the bolt of excitement run up his spine.

John was hard, and he knew it was wrong because he was watching someone smack his own brother. It was weird and John knew it. Edward made a small sound, almost a whimper and John shifted positions again, crossing his leg over and placing a cushion in his lap.

Edward flopped down next to him, his arms crossed and brow furrowed. John gave him a small smile, his cheeks turning pink as the embarrassment crept back in. He thought about his dream again and flicked his eyes back to Edward before standing up and trying to look natural and hide his excitement as he left the room.

•

John managed to stay out of Liam’s way for a week. There were no punishments for either of them and John was starting to forget it had ever happened.That was until he playfully pushed Edward, knocking him into the newly organised paperwork Liam has left on the table. Liam looked at John with fire in his eyes and John wondered if the room could hear his heartbeat.

He said John’s name and felt he was suddenly too hot. He could feel his cheeks turn pink and chest tighten. Liam didn’t give John a chance to go to him as he was suddenly in front of him, turning him around by his shoulder and landing a smack against his arse.It was harder than normal and John figured it was his temper but had an effect on him that he couldn’t explain. Liam was saying something but John couldn’t concentrate on anything but the uncomfortable feeling in his tight jeans.

“I can’t believe you, John,” Liam was rambling, “just when I thought you had grown up!”John cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice even as he said a quick “sorry Liam.” He held his hands in front of his crotch, trying not to look suspicious.“This was all our plans, flight information, hotel bookings…” Liam pointed at the floor but John didn’t look. It was over too quick, and he needed more somehow. He looked at the table, to what was left of the pile and before he could stop himself, he was sweeping his arms across the table, taking two glasses of water and a plate with what was left of Edward’s breakfast with it.

Edward’s mouth hung open, his eyes wide. John didn’t dare look at Liam, he felt frozen to the spot, excitement and nerves making him feel light headed. Liam was shouting and there were hands on him again and John almost asked for it, biting back the word 'harder’ as Liam raised his hand.It connected and John thought he whimpered but couldn’t be sure. Liam was telling them to get out, so John did, quickly leaving while trying to hide the fact he was outrageously hard in his jeans.

Edward followed, his voice going over John’s head as he headed for their bedroom. “What’s wrong with you?” Edward asked when their door was shut. John turned his back to him and mumbled a quick, “I need the toilet,” before leaving Edward standing in the middle of the room, confused.

•

John felt dirty but he needed it, couldn’t stop thinking about it and as he watched Liam talking on the phone, he made a plan.He needed to misbehave again, do something to get that contact, to make Liam spank him. He was getting hot just from the thought. It had been two weeks and as much as John tried to distract himself from the feeling, he couldn’t help himself.

John didn’t know what to do. Edward was talking a mile a minute from beside him but John wasn’t listening. His eyes ran over the hotel room, trying to figure out what he could do to make Liam angry, get him to react. Just at that moment, Liam put his phone down right next to the jug of water and John couldn’t contain the smirk on his lips.

He wandered over and picked up the jug, glancing at Liam once more before he dropped it, water soaking Liam’s phone. “John!” The reaction was instant and John held his breath. “What the fuck?”He was rushing over and pulling John around in a blink and John was so ready.

John let out a small whimper as Liam’s hand connected, his jeans muffling the sound of the slap. He wondered what it would sound like if Liam had removed his trousers and pants, pulled them down to his ankles, so John could no longer hide his excitement, showing Edward how dirty he is.

It was over too soon, leaving John wanting more. He was so hard now and he pulled his jumper down as he straightened himself up.Liam had already moved on as he left the room, leaving John in a daze; aroused and breathless.

He had to leave, desperate to sort himself out. Edward said something as John left the room but John didn’t stop, didn’t care what he said as he locked the bathroom door and quickly shoved his jeans to his ankles.He looked at his arse in the mirror, turning his head around to try and see any indication of what had happened. There was no mark though as his jeans protected his skin. John huffed, he wanted a red handprint and just the thought of it made him twitch.

He took hold of himself and let out a slow jittery breath, his eyes falling closed as he imagined the sound of skin slapping skin, his naked arse; offered up as he bent over and the sting.John whimpered at the thought. The sting would be amazing and John thought about how he would feel it for ages afterwards and he would look at the red angry hand mark to go with it.

John was moving fast, his hips bucking into his hand, tiny gasps and small moans the only sounds that could be heard, along with the unmistakable sound of his hand working himself over.

John was on was the edge when there was a knock on the door, making him freeze. “John?” Edward’s voice called, “are you crying? I can hear you crying.”John’s hand slowly moved, not being able to stop himself.“I’m fine-” he answered, his voice strained. John accidentally whimpered again and he knew Edward would’ve heard and would think he was crying still.

He suddenly got an idea. “Ed?” He breathed, taking his hand off himself “come in.” John unlocked the door and pulled Edward inside. Edward let his eyes take the sight in before meeting John’s eyes.John was too worked up to think logically, his brain clouded with arousal. “I need your help,” he puffed, his hand cupping himself again.

This wasn’t the first time they had seen each other like this. They shared a bedroom all their lives and had spent far too much time together to hide away when they needed to sort themselves out, so they freely touched themselves with the other one inches away in the next bed; sometimes even racing each other to see who could climax first.

“What?” Edward asked, his brow furrowed. John shifted on his feet before saying “smack me.” Edward’s face went from confused to shocked and back to confused in a heartbeat but John was turning himself around and bracing his hands on the edge of the sink. “Please?” He breathed.“I can’t hit you, John,” Edward whispered, making John whine in frustration.“Just do it please?”“Okay.” John heard Edward mumble. There was a long stretch where Edward didn’t do anything and John was about to snap at him to do it when he felt his hand on his skin.

It was too light, he was being too careful but John still felt the shock and the tingling on his skin. He closed his eyes and moaned, his voice strained as he said “harder Edward.”Edward’s hand came down again, harder this time and that was it. John cried out, his hand coming down to stroke himself again. There was another sting as Edward’s hand came down again.

John turned to the mirror and craned his neck around again, this time seeing the red handprints on his otherwise unblemished skin. John whined and braced himself against the sink again, snapping at Edward for more, harder and quicker.Edward did as John asked, without hesitation this time, the sound of the slap echoing around the small room along with John’s moans. John pumped himself harder and faster and one more smack and he was coming, harder than he ever had before.

John turned to face Edward with a small “sorry.” He felt guilty now he was in his right mind, he knew he shouldn’t have dragged Edward into this. Edward gave a one-shouldered shrug, his face neutral and John breathed out a laugh. Typical Edward, John thought, he’s just spanked his brother into the most intense orgasm he’d ever had and yet he’s completely unfazed.

John slumped down onto the lid of the toilet to catch his breath, watching Edward look at him, his eyes running over John’s body.“You owe me,” Edward finally said, “you can do me next time.” John gave a half-hearted smile and a nod as Edward turned to leave the room with a smile of his own.

#jedcest #jedcest fanfic #jedcest smut #jedcest prompt

[rosecolored-gay]

All them questions bitch

Okayyyyy

1. Are you a side, back, or front sleeper?

- Side or stomach, mainly stomach.

2. When you hum random music what song is it?

- Probably the jeopardy theme song.

3. Explain your username

- I am a gay, and rose colored because of the Paramore song.

4: Explain my username

- Anon?

5: How did you fall into the tumblr hellpit?

- Lol, my friend Tuna from high school marching band.

6: What fan interest of yours would you least prefer to explain in your workplace?

-My hidden love for Degrassi, and other shows from when I was kid.

7: What fan interest or yours would you most enjoy explaining in your workplace?

- Definitely my love for Grey’s Anatomy

8: Last song you listened to?

- High Hopes - Panic! At the Disco

9: Weirdest thing on your dash today?

- Not weird, but saw a lot of porn

10: In a perfect world, what animal would you most like to adopt?

- A polar bear!

11: What animal would you most like someone else to adopt?

- This question doesn’t make sense to me

12: What’s something trivial you have strong opinions about?

- OOH man, if you want to get me fired up, I have a strong opinion on LGBTQ rights, gender inequality, a woman’s right to choose, and race inequality. I’m a sociologist, so.

13: What would your super-villain finishing move be?

- Spiderweb like Tom Holland did in Homecoming.

14: Explain your icon.

- It’s me, looking hella gay.

15: You meet your true love(s) today. Possibly again. Describe your ideal hilarious romcom meetcute. (can be aromantic)

- Ummm, I always love the idea of two people picking up each others coffee order by accident and then they go to switch it and the one person is like “why’d you order this like this?”, idk and it leads to conversation, lol. I have a wild imagination when it comes to writing.

16: Your comfort food, and why.

- I really really really love Matzo Brei made by my dad. 

17: What type of mad science will you Show Them All with? (ex: mad chemical engineer, mad library scientist, mad linguist). Which of your creations will probably turn on you?

- I have no clue

18: Favorite cheesy trope?

-The having to share the bed trope

19: Favorite trope nobody writes enough of?

- Fake dating

20: Rec me a book, comic, or anime, or other piece of media you wish there were more like.

- Mmm, I could always go for more LGBTQ fiction.

21: Wierdest tumblr drama you’ve been a part of or stumbled across.

- Uh well, someone was harassing me on anon for a while. 

22: You know those things from a million years ago your brain suddenly reminds you to feel embarrased/guilty/bad about in full technicolor? Tell me one of them.

- L O L, how about the time I decided not to listen to my mom, and I was swinging my body back and forth on my grandmother’s walker, and it was on concrete, it moved, and I fell on my ass and bruised my tailbone so bad I couldn’t sit for a week.

23: What is something you collect?

- Notebooks

24: Pens. Do you know where the one closest to you came from? Would you be distressed if someone took it?

- Its a pilot precise pen, it belongs to my mother and if I took it she’d murder me.

25: The last game you played is crossed with the zombie apocalypse and now going down outside your window. How boned are you?

- Like video game? Uh, Super Mario Bros.

26: What was the last thing that made you cry?

- Getting a job that I really wanted.

27: Most embarrassing/weird/personal body thing you’re willing to talk about.

- Umm, I have a lot of freckles just randomly placed all over me.

28: Your icon is now the voice of your inner therapist. How is this gonna go?

- So, I’m my own therapist?

29: Name a kink you only like hypothetically.

- I’m so vanilla

30: Name a kink you find bewildering.

- Anything with animals is just fucking weird

31: You have acquired: a mouse, a lizard, a rabbit, a spider, a domestic fox. Name them! Who gets to sleep on the bed?

- Mouse is definitely now named Mickey, the Lizard is Godzilla, Rabbit is Dash, Spider - No way in hell am I keeping a spider.., Fox is named Zeus

32: What was your favorite childhood toy? Do you still have it?

- It was a barney plush, and he’s in a box in my closet

33: Hit “shuffle” on your media player and tell me your favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

- “Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? I'm just curious, is it serious?”

34: What fan media (of yours or someone else’s) would you most like to see art/fic for?

- These Strange Steps, it’s a Faberry fic on AO3. 

35: What do you ship that you think would be hard to explain convincingly to other people? Attempt an explanation.

- Uhhhh, I kinda shipped Arizona and April from Grey’s Anatomy.

36: What meme gets on your nerves?

- The salt bae one I guess

37: Showers or baths?

- Showers

38: Who was your biggest childhood nemesis and why?

- This kid Talia, she lied to a kid that liked me and told him I hated him and almost ruined our friendship.

39: First writing prompt that comes to your head.

- AU on fake dating

40: Least favorite color.

- Purple

41: What was the last thing you got really obsessed with?

- Cutthroat Kitchen

42: What’s the weirdest experience you’ve ever had on a mind-altering substance? (prescription, recreational, otc, or food)

- Uh, got high and drunk at the same time and just felt hella fucked up

43: Shuffle up a random song on your media player. Now tell me what ship/story goes with it.

- Wowwww, its How To Save A Life by the fray, it just means someone on Grey’s is prob gonna die.

44: What’s making you happiest recently? :)

- Rach

45: What’s scaring you these days? :(

- Writing 60000 papers, will my brain turn to mush

46: Post a funny video for me.

- Too much work

47: Did you ever have a dream/nightmare that stuck with you for years?

- YES, ok make fun of me all you want, but one night I had a nightmare that a hippo chased me up a palm tree, been scared of hippos since. Absolutely the most irrational fear ever

48: What’s a movie you thought you’d hate but you turned out to love?

- Honestly, I thought I’d hate marvel movies, but I love them now that I’ve given them a try

49: Tell me a really obscure fact you know.

- There’s a spot in the brain where if someone smoke cigarettes and you injure this part of the brain, they’ll immediately quit cold turkey

50: Hot or cold?

- I hate hot weather, love the cold

51: How did your parent(s) punish you as a kid? What do you think of that?

- Taking away my phone or something I wanted to do. It was good incentive not to misbehave anymore

52: What’s something you thought was true about yourself that your feelings have changed on over the years?

- That I wasn’t smart

53: Write a story in seven words.

- uhhh

54: What is your favorite curse word?

- fuck

55: Favorite food for every color of the rainbow.

- pink - cotton candy, green - broccoli, yellow - pineapple, red -strawberry, blue - acai berry

56: If you were a poltergeist where would you haunt and what would be your preferred style of prank?

- I’d haunt my enemies, scare the shit out of them

57: What is an art style, craft, or skill that you can’t do, but you really admire in others?

- anything art like

58: What is a skill you have that people probably don’t know about?

- I can write poetry well

59: Name a pet peeve you have, and something you do that is probably a pet peeve for others.

- PEOPLE THAT CHEW WITH THEIR MOUTH OPEN, uhh i click pens constantly. Sorry lmao

60: Dragons, dinosaurs, or aliens?

- dinosaurs

61: What was the last big fight you had with someone about?

- About what show to watch at dinner, with my mom.

62: Insult the asker of this question creatively.

- too lazy

63: In an ideal world, what would you like done with your body after you die?

- do that thing where i become a tree

64: Find me a weird stock photo and post it.

- no

65: What was your bedtime ritual as a kid? Did you have one?

- my dad used to come in my room and open my closet and check under my bed for monsters and yell at them to leave

66: What are the three traits you value the most in others?

- humor, loyalty, honesty

67: What are the three most interesting wild animals you’ve encountered in your life?

- manatees, elephants, trump supporters

68: What is a word you really enjoy saying?

- shitballs

69: Answer number 60 like it was a “fuck, marry, kill” rhetorical.

- dude no thats nasty

70: Describe something that happened to you today as if you were a narrator in a film noir, nature documentary, or 50s teaching video

- ummm no

71: Create five new nicknames for yourself as quickly as you can.

- hey you, asshole, gaymo, flaming homo, queerer than a deer

72: Shorts, pants, skirts, or other?

- basketball shorts, or jeans

73: What’s a song you hate and why?

- Anything by Meghan trainor or taylor swift

74: If you were a superhero, what would be your one weakness?

- id stop on my way to save people if i saw a cute puppy that id want to pet

75: Describe a weird encounter you had with a bug.

- I killed a spider yesterday that had hitched a ride in my car