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dracomeir · 7 months
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All 7 chapters are out now. :D I personally believe this is 16+ because of the potentially triggering topics of soft mod itself, so please read the tags before reading it.
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willowser · 15 days
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your car starts making a concerning sound and you tell katsuki about it off-hand, a lil frowny about having to take it into the shop, and you come home from work the next day to him and his dad covered in grease and trying to fix it in the garage
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pipezngarz · 4 months
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Ran across a folder with a bunch of videos of this hot ballbelly dad and thought I'd share 'em. If you guys like this, I'll keep posting them.
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captain-fatty · 8 days
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5 kilos difference
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puppetmaster13u · 27 days
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Prompt 268
Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed. 
Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring. 
Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long. 
So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies. 
The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach. 
Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar. 
So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say? 
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pherredraws · 7 months
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interdimensional familial relationships
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blmpff · 4 months
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AFTER 84 000 YEARS
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exy-shmexy · 10 months
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HC that three years after Neil goes pro, some ardent Riko fanatic tries to shoot him while he is driving his beloved peanut of a car. The car is ruined but it protected him nonetheless and the guy is arrested. Andrew drags Neil to the nearest concession to get him a massive bulletproof SUV that Neil instantly hates because “it’s too fucking big Andrew” but Andrew has suddenly acquired the ability to be deaf to any of Neil’s complaints. That’s how Neil finds himself with a cargo of a car that he absolutely despises driving and he very bitterly regrets his old rolling tin can. Driving it around is a nightmare, let alone PARKING it, he has to hop off the driver’s seat otherwise he’s stuck and that thing drinks gas like Kevin used to swallow down vodka.
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thebookbutterfly · 4 months
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I can’t get over the idea of girl-dad!Simon Riley showing up to work with pink glittery nail polish on his fingers, because his little girl wanted to paint his nails.
This man kills people for a living but saying no to his daughter is something he just is not capable of. The thought of getting rid of her hard work? Unacceptable. Ghost would 1000% put down anyone who said anything about it.
Over time I think the 141 would just get used to him showing up with a new, equally outrageous, colour on his fingernails or another sticker somewhere on his gear. All because she missed him and “Wanted daddy to have it because it’s good luck.” They know by now that anyone who so much as looks at them the wrong way has to offer up their life as forfeit.
Also, Ghost bringing a sheet of stickers in one day for the members of 141 because somehow his daughter figured out that her uncles don’t get any good luck stickers so she decided to fix this. Everyone gets a sticker and no, Ghost will not be taking any arguments.
I’m weak—
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dracomeir · 3 months
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More stuff on Renegade Detective’s story, and how Pico’s living situation changes as time passes. Long post below.
When Boyfriend becomes Pico’s emotional support demon, he couldn’t help but wonder why the detective was living with his foster father. The ginger was the leader of the SCF, so surely he’d have enough cash to support himself, right?
Well Pico used to rent his own apartment before getting evicted for not paying a few times in a row. As time passed, he started to care less about his own well being. He gave up more and more of his money to an orphanage back in Bseurf. A place that took care of the kids that lost their parents to Cassandra. Doing so may have helped him feel less guilty for not being to save anyone, but he no longer ate as much as a result, and eventually ended up living at his foster dad’s place. This is how his dad found out about the state he was in, and how Boyfriend moved in to help make his life better.
Upon learning about Pico’s financial situation, the incubus convinces him to get his life back on track. He tells him he can continue to donate, but he has to start saving some for himself. The ginger was stubborn at first, but one question from Boyfriend changed his mind.
“How can you take care of others if you can’t take care of yourself?”
This caused Pico to reevaluate some things. He realized if his health deteriorated further, he’ll eventually be unable to work. No work meant no money, and he’d no longer be able to donate anything. The orphanage relied on him heavily with the amount he’s been giving for the past couple of years. Not wanting the kids’ to struggle, he reluctantly allowed Boyfriend to cook for him with the excuse that his foster father was getting too old to do everything. He couldn’t eat much at first since his body wasn’t used to it anymore, but the constant tasty food helped with his appetite.
Pico eventuality moves out once things are more stable. He didn’t want to live alone with Boyfriend at first, but he couldn’t trust himself to not fall back into old habits. He hated to admit it, but having him around to keep him in check actually helped. Despite the incubus’ comments about living together, he gets an apartment for two. Then he realized something. He trusted him enough to be alone with him again.
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i’m prolly never drawing him again god bless
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pipezngarz · 4 months
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Ballybelly Dad Vid 2
Y'all liked the first one so here is another.
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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Ok but what about submissive!dbf!bucky with a praise kink? Maybe one found accidentally? In the drabble where the reader wanted to say he was beautiful, what if she does and he just moans?? What if the word the reader is looking for is pretty? Imagine calling an older man pretty and he nearly finishes just from that?
Back to my current favourite, submissive!dbf!bucky bc I can't get enough of him rn, I have so much I want to talk about
Because ohhhh, I love the thought of him being so totally obsessed with going down on you, to the point that he'd almost do anything just for a taste of you.
And maybe he'd seen you in a pretty little dress at a get-together at your house. Maybe a birthday party or something. You had both been keeping up appearances, pretending nothing is going on between you because he's your father's best friend but he'd taken the risk and approached you, leaning over and whispering in your ear. "Next time I get you alone, I'm going to lick from your ankle to your cunt." That's all he says, his hand rests on your lower back and you barely feel the heat of it through your dress before it's gone again. God, you hope that's a promise.
Of course it is. As soon as he gets a chance to sneak away from everyone else the two of you are tiptoeing up the stairs to your bedroom. After a fierce few minutes of intensely making out, he's laid you gently onto the bed, pushing the skirt of your dress out of the way. He doesn't waste a second, his lips on the inside of your ankle, humming contently as he kisses his way up the expanse of bare skin.
For a man who's kissed every inch of your body, he never seems to get tired of it. His slight scruff scratches your skin and it's lovely to be reminded of how intensely he's worshipping your body.
"You look. So. Fucking. Breathtaking." The words are muffled against your skin, his lips trailing hungry kisses up to your knee. One of his hands holds your leg, keeping you still while the other slips higher under your skirt.
You brace yourself for the groan you know he's going to grace you with and when it comes, it doesn't disappoint. The fingertips of his index and pointer finger trail lazily across your bare sex, gliding easily thanks to the evidence of your arousal.
"No panties?" His fingers keep teasing you, trailing from your fluttering entrance to your clit and back again, giving himself time to decide where he wants to start.
"I took them off after you told me your plan and so far you've let me down." If this were any other night, he'd probably tell you to watch your mouth before he fills it but tonight is not that night. Tonight he's desperate to taste you; to walk back down those stairs, look you in the eyes for the rest of the evening, knowing he made you cum against his mouth and no one else in the room can tell. Then jerk off to the memory tonight when he's back in his own bed.
He wastes no more time after that, flattening his tongue against your ankle and purposefully trailing it up your leg to your knee, then on up your thigh. At the same time, he eases his two fingers inside you, curling them against the soft, velvety wall of your cunt.
You hold the skirt of your dress out of the way so you can see him latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking gently and flicking his tongue while he curls his fingers inside you.
This is fucking magical. You know his mouth is flooded with the taste of you, your fingers tangled in his hair to keep his mouth pressed against you. "Fuck, that's perfect." It's the only way to describe the sensation of his mouth and fingers working you in tandem.
He's lost in it. His eyes are closed in concentration, determined to give you what you need. He needs to please you and it's not a need you've instilled in him. It's one he's always had.
"You're so pretty, do you know that?" It's bouncing around in your head and you feel like you need to say it.
He groans against your sex and you don't think anything of it until he mumbles "Please don't call me that. Not right now." His fingers work you faster but your hazy, pleasure addled brain still manages to ask him why.
" 'Cause sweetheart, I don't want to cum in these trousers. I don't have a change of clothes. Didn't even know I was into that." He sounds smaller, almost pleading with you, palming his cock through his dark jeans.
"But you're gorgeous, Buck. You have no idea how pretty you are with your head between my legs." The moan he emits is so rewarding you swear you could get off on that alone, never mind his renewed need to make you finish quickly before you get him to a point of desperation.
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Remember when they stole a tank in Six of Crows?
I have not seen enough people talking about that one scene in Six of Crows where Inej, Jesper, and Wylan steal a tank. It is probably my favorite scene in the entire book and I am going to talk about it.
The chaos. The gremlin-ness of all of them. Jesper being so excited to drive the tank. Wylan and Inej manning the turret and laughing their asses off. The tank dragging a dirty, soot-stained banner that says “Fjerdan might” behind it. The poetic revelry and beauty that they all see in the complete and utter destruction they leave in their wake.
The way Nina, Matthias, and Kaz react when they see the tank. Nina starts shouting for joy. Matthias is in so much shock he just does not speak for a minute. Kaz is, and I quote, “grinning like an idiot,” which is one of the only times we see him really truly smile, and it’s an enormous, insane, excited grin. Kaz immediately denies being happy at all and keeps grinning at the tank.
Inej and Wylan popping out of the top and waving to them before blowing up the bridge.
Plus, this is one of the only times we see these characters laugh so much and be so overtly joyful. Wylan laughs so hard his stomach hurts. Kaz is grinning like a little kid. Inej has just bested her abuser and is riding the high of that and of firing a massive gun with Wylan.
And it gives us little snippets of dynamics that aren't focused on as much, like Kaz and Matthias or Inej and Wylan.
Truly one of the most chaotic, hilarious, and fun moments in the entire duology. It’s right up there with Kaz and Wylan crashing through Van Eck’s ceiling and onto a full dinner table to escape the guards, in my opinion.
Anyway I love this scene and we should talk about it more. 1000/10, will continue to re-read forever
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latenightsleeper · 6 months
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Thinking about how Tank and David probably see Gabe in each other. Gabe was the closest thing Tank got to a fully functional adult who cared about them and Gabe was David father, they both had deeply personal relationships with Gabe.
It’d be no surprise somethings stuck
It’s no surprise David grew up with similar features as Gabe but there was always such an overwhelming David of how he held himself. Tank though, had no problem seeing how much of Gabe lived in David. Sometimes they’d look up and see David move in such a way it’s like Gabe is right there in front of them. Arms crossed loosely, hands tucked into his armpit, leaning back a bit as David pinched his face a bit more than Gabe would as he listened.
Tank, it’s more subtle, more quiet and something that flys over your head. Something that’s quite normal in things regarding Tank. But David, with years of life with his father and seeing Tank a few times when his dad would pull him and guide a young Tank through the threshold. Tank dressed in a similar way to Gabe, practically and casually; leather jacket attached to their body and old worn jeans with boots that looks like they were older than him. Tank wore looser clothes though, Gabe was fine with more form fitting shirts and pants where Tank tried to hide.
Idk just Tank and David thoughts
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