#this is exhibit a on my I don't write about people's dicks

[glitteryapricotranchbiscuit]

♡ Imagine Al-Haitham has enough of your whimpers ♡

!● warnings: gn!reader, anal, slight exhibition, getting caught, dom!al-haitam, very smut, NSFW🔞 no minors or I’ll eat u alive

notes: ngl, this was super fun to write, i do remember i had to tag someone for this one, but idk who it was again 👁👄👁 forgive me, my child

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Al-Haitham's hand covering your mouth fully, while he slightly angry pushes you against the book shelf in the Akademiya. Both of you were behind good cover unless someone comes across the corner to encounter a spicy scene. "Do not make any sound, understood?" He says quietly but loud enough into one ear of you, starting a tingling sensation all over your body. Making your legs shiver and weak. You of course could only nod. "You teased me the whole day more than enough."

That was true. Since you only came to the library of the Akademiya to gather some information about your studies, you end up teasing Al-Haitham. You pretended to let something fall so you could bend over seductively to show him your pretty ass. Giggling like a little brat. As if that wasn't enough, you also sneaked down under his desk to kiss and caress his crotch. Of course, after his meeting with Cyno, you run off to the library. And now he caught you, having enough of your games.

Reaching down to your panties, he presses his clothed member against your ass. "This is what you done to me... I don't want to hear anything coming out from you." It was clear for you, but moving was still allowed. So did you press your ass further to his harden length, grinding up and down. Al-Haitham accidentally let slip a quite moan out of his mouth, before biting down on you shoulder. You've heated him enough to just get rough fucked anywhere by him.

His hands now reached behind your panties, caressing you sweetly. He let go of his bite and kissed on it. The other hand still on your mouth, squeezing it shut. After a while he moved his exploring hand to his pants. He just opened a little hole which allowed his member to be free. He let a relieved sigh out and put down your pants. For your surprise he let go of your mouth, before pushing his fingers inside your wet mouth. "Come on, make them nice wet." You nod with a cute little moan before he took his wet finger down to your ass, preparing you for himself.

Adding at first one finger, wanting you to adjust to the feeling, before adding his second one inside of you. Moving unbearable slowly inside of you, making you whimper. Even now he can not shut you down, which lets him push you harder against the shelf. Good thing, the shelf was behind a wall or else it would fall down. “Shut up… I am not done with you.” You shut your eyes in fear not to be pleased how you liked it from Al-Haitam. But as soon as you relax and try not to moan out his name, he slowly pushes himself inside you. “Fuck… so tight…”, he said, clearly you weren’t ready yet to be pushed inside but he did not cared. It hurted for you and he noticed it. He lets go of his hands on your mouth and caresses your back. “It’s okay, try to relax… I will make this fast.” As soon as his warm hands massage your back a bit, you start to relax and let his size adjust inside of you. You let out a sigh before saying: “O-okay, you can move now~” With a soft smile you looked behind you, straight to his face. Knowing well that he will right away move his hips, groaning lowly. The way his dick now moves out and then fully inside your ass was a very pleasant show to look at. It felt amazing for him and slowly for you too. It took some more thrust until you felt him brush over your g-spot, making you gasp. “R-right there~” You started to get louder and moaned a bit. But he immediately put his hand again on your mouth, pushing himself deeper inside you, while not stopping grinding. “Shut up, we aren’t alone here. Or is it your intention to let people know how much of a whore you are?” Your eyes rolled back of the thoughts someone might catch you having sex with Al-Haitam. It made your legs weaker with every push inside of you, your hands trying to hold on the shelf but slipping away. Causing a book to fall down, but Al-Haitam was focused to fuck your ass. Neither of you guys stopped your movements, both too focused on the pleasure. But someone noticed what you both were doing. It wasn’t his intention to see his college fucking one of the Akademiya dearest student, neither was his intention to watch you guys.

Al-Haitam was close to filling you up, so he let go of your mouth causing you to breathe loud and tried to hold your moan inside. Even though Al-Haitam told you to shut up, he was into the good feeling sunken and started to get sloppier with each hard thrust into you. Letting you shiver again, feeling your own orgasm build up too. “F-fuck, take everything…!” He breathes out through his teeths while spurting his seeds inside you. Your tongue was out, eyes behind your back, not wanting to moan out. As soon as Al-Haitam’s breath calmed down, he slipped out of you. His dick half hard, but soon getting soft. Perfect to go back to work. 

A loud cough caught you and Al-Haitam to heat up, looking at the person standing with crossing arms in front of you guys. “Both of you are banned from the library for two weeks. This is still a public place.”, Cyno said, putting back the book which dropped down earlier.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin smut #al haitam x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham #al haitham smut #genshin al haitham

[jaskierx]

[CW for discussion of severe mental illness (PTSD) and suicide]

I want to add my perspective to the conversation about canyon people picking and choosing which disability rep is worth telling. It’s really offensive to me because I’m mentally disabled so it feels like these people are glossing over the mental illness rep in the show.

I hesitate because i do not want to seem like I’m chastising people for acknowledging the physical disability rep. OFMD has better physical disability rep than any show I’ve seen, while I’ve seen many shows with mentally ill characters. I also do not want to give credit where credit is not due, because ultimately these characters don’t have any diagnosed mental disabilities. However, I don’t think that that subtracts from the representation because 1)the show obviously takes place before many mental health diagnoses that we have now did,2) even if those diagnoses did exist, the crew would not be able to access them, and 3) I think the show is clearly trying to tell us that characters are suffering from PTSD, or at the very least struggling to process a traumatic event, they just don’t have the words to describe it as such.

Many characters exhibit what would today be classified as symptoms of a psychiatric disorder. In this fandom we often joke about that, especially Ed’s (which is more than okay), but I also want to appreciate the way that season 2 deals with the trauma of the kraken era. They freak out and have flashbacks over blindfolds and birthday cakes because of what they’ve been through. They have interpersonal conflicts due to differing ways of processing the trauma and not seeing eye to eye on each others own unique experience (Lucius and Pete come to mind). Lucius takes up smoking to cope with the pain. Ed dissociates (I think, because he doesn’t remember wanting to have a talent show) and is literally suicidal, first passively (“you mean curl up into a ball and die?”) and then actively (the whole storm thing). He also turns to using drugs to self medicate.

Anyway sorry for the novel I just wanted to add my perspective because this show means a lot to me as someone who’s mentally disabled and I want to know if anyone else with a mental disability feels the same/differently.

no don't apologise this is a really good point!

i've posted about it a few times and so has glam and several other people whose links i don't have to hand but the depiction of ed's mental illness and his suicidality is fucking spot on and the show absolutely deserves all the praise it gets for that

especially because it's quite possibly the first show i've ever seen that depicts suicidality in a way that manages to be accurate without being pitying and manages to be hopeful without romanticising the issue. the show brings ed to his lowest point and then shows him being helped to come back from that by people who love him. it tells us that there's always a way for things to get better and that you can get there by yourself but it's easier if you have help, and it tells us that this help is available because there is always going to be someone waiting for you even if you doubt that. it never shows ed as 'cured'. it never shows stede being angry with ed for his symptoms. when lucius suggests that ed might just be 'broken', stede very quickly shuts him down and the show makes it clear that the narrative is on stede's side here.

and all of this just doesn't get brought up by izzy stans. discussion of mental illness portrayal tends to be one of the following:

ignoring ed's arc altogether to focus on izzy's suicide attempt and his 'i want to go' line while he's on his deathbed (and in a massively different place to where he was in s2e2) and using this to pretend that the show's message is 'disabled queer people deserve to die' (yes unfortunately this is a take i have seen with my own two eyes)

writing ed's arc off as an example of 'magic dick' and using this to pretend that he was fine as soon as he got stede back

ignoring ed's arc completely and instead insisting that he's a violent serial killer and abuser with anger issues who traumatised the crew and will inevitably physically abuse stede and kill all their inn's customers

ignoring all portrayals of mental illness completely because they will deliberately downplay the disability of every other disabled character in order to centre izzy

the canyon will bend over backwards to centre izzy and to view the entire show through a lens where he is their longsuffering protagonist who can do no wrong and it's led them to ignore so much of what makes the show great

#sorry i wrote you a novel in return lmao #asks #anon #the izcourse #fandom critical #cw suicide #cw suicidal ideation #lyse.jpg

[dominque-writes]

hi! idk if u take requests or not, but i love ur writing and was wondering if you'd do a set of prompts for a superhero duo? like begrudging partners

thank youuu 💖

1) Hero / Anti-Hero - Meeting Times

"You're late."

"Nuh-uh. I'm not late, you're early."

The Hero grits their teeth. "We said 9PM."

"You said 9PM. I actually have a life, so you're lucky I showed at all." Mask peeled up to their nose, lower half of their face exposed, the Anti-Hero had a colourful bendy straw dangling from their lips as they slurp up the contents of a milkshake.

"This," bites out the Hero, "was your idea."

The Anti-Hero gives a particularly obnoxious yawn, paired with a matching wide-armed stretch. "So? I don't recall appointing you as my mother. Hop off my dick."

Biting their tongue, the Hero has to fight to keep themself from dignifying the Anti-Hero with a response.

"I'm gonna take your silence as a hearty sign that we agree. I'm right on time." The Anti-Hero holds out their milkshake. "Want a sip?"

If looks could kill, the Hero would've broken their moral code five times over by now.

2) Hero / Anti-Hero - Kill Rule

Shit hit the fan the exact second the Anti-Hero showed up. The Hero had things under control, to whatever extent they could with their no-kill rule, but the Anti-Hero had no such dilemma.

Goon bodies dropped, both dead and for cover, as the Anti-Hero sprayed the contents of two handguns across the room. Blood, chaos, and screaming clouds the space, painting death every where the Hero looks.

"No killing!"

"No what?!" the Anti-Hero shouted over their shoulder. "I can't hear you over all this killing!"

Familiar frustration rose in the Hero's chest as the Hero yelled back over the gunfire. "I said, no killing!"

"What?! Oh!" The gunfire on the Anti-Hero's end peters to a stop. Just the metallic ricochet of bullet shells rolling on cold concrete floors. Unfortunately, one bloodied, beaten goon made the mistake of trying to push to his feet.

The Anti-Hero pops a bullet in his skull without so much as a glance over their shoulder.

"What the hell was that?!" Hero snaps, feeling damn close to stamping their foot like a child out of pure frustration. This alliance was already controversy, considering their oppositional stances on the value of human life, and now it was killing people.

"Chill out, dude, I thought you said no quilting."

Quiltingareyoufuckingserious- "That is nothing like what I just said!"

"Obviously I couldn't hear you, man, don't bite my head off."

"Just- just-" The Hero splutters, overwhelmed with the life already lost, cleaning up this particular portion of the criminal underbelly, and - apparently - babysitting the Anti=Hero on top of it all. "No more killing, alright?!"

Despite this, the Anti-Hero does empty a new handgun magazine into one last goon's head before this night's collaboration ended.

3) Hero / Anti-Heroine - Jewel Heist

"Oh, I'm so taking this."

The Hero whips around, sensing in his gut that his on-off crime-fighting partner was about to swap sides, just in time to see the Anti-Heroine dip her hand into the shattered glass case of the jewel display.

He's at her side in a split-second, catching her wrist before she can get ahold of the precious jewels they'd just prevented from getting stolen. "Cut it out, would you?"

"What? I did, like, really well today. Saved lives and whatnot, all entirely without benefit to myself. It's my reward."

"No."

"But it's so tiny, they won't even notice it's gone." Again, she reaches for a sapphire jewel that the Hero would never, ever refer to as tiny.

"It is its own exhibit, Anti-Heroine," hisses the Hero, "so I think they will know somebody took it."

"They wouldn't know it was me. Bet they'd write it off as collateral damage."

"I promise they would know it was you. Okay, just- Look, the work itself is the reward."

The Anti-Heroine tilts her head, questioning.

"Uh, you know. Gratitude of the people? Knowing you did the right thing? Pretty... rewarding, emotionally."

"Right..." The Anti-Heroines rolls her eyes, shaking her head as if the Hero was the one not understanding here. "Well, I can't buy new shoes with gratitude and high fives. C'mon, what about just the red one?"

"I said no."

"Fine, I'll settle with the incy-wincy emerald. Matches my eyes, don't you think?"

"Anti-Heroine, I swear to all that's holy-"

She scoffs, but withdraws her hand in favour of crossing her arms over her chest. "You're no fun."

4) Hero Sidekick / Villain Minion- Rescuing Mentors

"-Or, hear me out, we do my plan and it might actually be good."

"My plan is good," the Sidekick bites out. "It minimises civilian casualties and property damage, whilst ensuring we can get to our mentors in the shortest preferable time."

"Your plan is lame. Nothing even blows up. What I am supposed to do with all these bombs I brought?"

The Sidekick eyes the dufflebag trapped snugly under the Minion's foot. "You didn't, right?"

"Like I'd tell you, nerd," says the Minion snarkily. "Your goody-two-shoes ass would confiscate my shit so fast."

"God, you're immature."

"Immature?" The Minion gives a ridiculing laugh, clearly enjoying the act of winding the Sidekick up. "I'm immature? Didn't you literally just graduate from high school?"

The Sidekick splutters, taken aback. "I've been in college for like, two years!"

"Huh. My bad, I didn't know you were just short. Maybe stick to the high school thing. Or invest in heels." Kicking back in their chair, the Minion kicks their feet up, boots now irritatingly close to the Sidekick's face. "Anywho, your plan is all well and good if we have to be totally boring. But how, oh smartypants supreme, do you suggest we get past their primary and secondary reinforced drop-doors without brute force?"

"... I hadn't thought about that."

"So you were wrong." They give a theatric yawn before nocking a forefinger back at their now blank expression. "This is me shocked, stunned, and flabbergasted."

"I'll kill you."

"Ooh, Moral-lad McBuzzkill wants to murder me, I'm sooo threatened." The Minion presses their hands to their face, a picture of mock, exaggerated fear pulling onto their facial expression. "I'm just quivering in my floral Chanel combat boots."

The Sidekick's hands ball into fist, holding their rising anger and frustration back by a weakening threat. Maybe they can list supernatural patience to their resume as a new superpower.

5) Hero / Antihero - Stakeout

"Can you get off the phone?"

The Hero glowers, pulls their phone from their ear and ghosts their hand over the mouthpiece, and hisses, "I'm on the phone."

"Yes, I have eyes."

"So. Shut up."

The Anti-Hero forces out a heavy, exaggerated sigh. They lean back against the parapet wall of the rooftop the pair were stationed on, chin balanced on the palm of their hand as they stare intently at the Hero. Fully intending to disrupt them without saying a word, throw them off their precious conversation.

It takes less than a minute for the Hero glare and stop talking to hold the phone away again. "Do you need something?"

"Oh, only if you can slot it into your super busy schedule, Mister Important," says the Anti-Hero, tone slick with mock sincerity.

"What is it."

"Okay, so do you remember that high security vault we were supposed to be watching?" The Anti-Hero says, taking their sweet time to get to the point out of petty vengeance. "Y'know, the one containing that death weapon some major-league baddies wanna steal?"

The Hero rolls their eyes. "Ugh, yes?"

"It's totally getting robbed right now."

"Oh, shit."

#writerblr #writing #writing inspiration #writing prompt #superhero duo #superhero partnerships #story prompt #request #prompt request #hero x anti-hero #hero x villain #hero sidekick x villain minion

[voxofthevoid]

Hi! For the ask game, sukuita or goyuu? Whichever you feel like answering.

I also recently discovered your fics and I'm in the process of binge reading them. Your ideas are so fun and interesting.

Thank you!! I'm very glad to hear you're enjoying my fics, and it's always very flattering to hear the ideas are interesting 💗

Sukuita

Ship It

What made you ship it?

When I was reading JJK's description and after I saw the first episode, I thought I might end up shipping these two because the dynamic seemed so interesting. And then I watched/read the whole thing, and well, I wound up shipping it but not as my main ship and not how I usually ship. Sukuita is one of the few pairings I'm into where I don't want a happy ending or anything harmonious, just the two characters taking their hate and rage out on each other. I find it deeply compelling from that angle and that angle alone.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

So, the thing is, this is one of those pairings I ship in a very specific way—namely, I want them to try and rip each other apart, and dicks can be involved, as a bonus. It's why the current manga developments are highly pleasing to me. I just think it's fun when they blur the lines between sex and murderous violence.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Oh, many, but I think my most unpopular opinion is that I find happy sukuita to be fundamentally unappealing, even in AU settings. Whether they're brothers, demon-and-vessel, or mundane lovers, I want them to be tearing into each other.

Goyuu

Ship It

What made you ship it?

I don't just ship it, I'm pretty sure it's in my bloodstream now. I have not gone this insane for a pairing ever, and it's a mix of factors that's making me write and plot like a demon, but god, the end result is borderline insanity. It initially piqued my interest at a purely superficial level when Gojou kept casually invading Yuuji's space while looking and acting like he had zero innocent intentions, but it was Yuuji's first death at the detention center and their interactions afterward that really got me into it. There's amazing chemistry there, simply as two people who get along, and I love how they treat each other, from the beginning to the end.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

For all our sakes, I'll stick to one aspect, or I'll write a whole essay. I love how they humanize each other from the get-go and how that never really changes. Gojou's the strongest sorcerer, acknowledged by everyone to exist on a level beyond other humans, and to Yuuji, he's first and foremost his beloved teacher. Even after Yuuji learns what Gojou's capable of, he sees Gojou as a fellow human being who needs support like they all do. In Shibuya and after, his desperation to save Gojou and willingness to even die for it just fucking murder me. And the immediate attachment Gojou displays toward Yuuji is just as compelling. He says why early on, in the crematorium: He simply likes people like Yuuji. And he shows it through and through. The first and one of the few instances of true anger we see from Gojou is when Yuuji dies, despite only having known him for two weeks at the time, and he exhibits that attachment and affection, as well as faith in Yuuji, throughout the story.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

My, uh, entire JJK catalog on Ao3 is an unpopular* take on goyuu 😂

*Compared to the fandom norms that is, as people often like to let me know. The fics themselves are doing fine, and the vast majority of my readers are lovely.

Ask can be found game here.

#zalondra #ask game #i love my anons

[chemistryread]

washing machine heart

robert 'bob' floyd

summary: a regular night turns into an opportunity during a game of truth or dare, thanks to jake.

disclaimers/tags: minors dni. female reader. no Y/N.

a/n: ok so while i finish right cowboy, wrong time’s last chapter, have a short bob one shot! i wanted to turn the ending into smut but maybe next time. the title is just because i was listening to the song while writing this, and thinking about how reader wants bob. lmk your thoughts :)

The book you had promised to yourself that you'd read at least one chapter of now sits untouched on your lap, as you type away on your phone.

You're occupying the entire loveseat, stretched legs, arms above your head, screen shining brightly over your face. Everyone else sits on the armchairs or the floor, since you refused to give away any space.

"Jesus, you're not even reading, go be on your phone somewhere else."

"I was here first, Jake. Stop stressing, you're gonna get wrinkly."

The Dagger Squad fills the base's 'peace room'. That's how you all decided to call it after you agreed you'd not bring any training tensions into it, but it became a very ironic name given that Bradshaw and Seresin were constantly working to shred any semblance of peace in the area. And so it stuck.

It was supposed to be a very boring Tuesday night. If only you knew.

Coyote and Hangman peer pressure a group of Navy pilots into playing truth or dare, spinning an empty Gatorade bottle.

A middle-school energy fills the room quickly.

Phoenix is dared to poke her tongue up Fanboy's nose. Payback gets Hangman to tell the story of his first blackout, and how he embarrassed himself in front of a pretty nurse and her doctor husband. Nat asks Rooster if his mustache is real, which turns into daring him to let her and Fanboy pull on it at the same time. Brown eyes fill with tears, but he swears it only hurt a little.

You're too lost in your texting to really pay attention, until Seresin calls your name.

Head turning, the group seems to remember you are there.

"What?"

"Care to participate for once?"

It's not that you dislike fun, you love it, it just so happens that what Hangman considers fun tends to make you roll your eyes. When you told him as much, he obnoxiously read it as you being too no-nonsense. Now, he takes every possible opportunity to fuck with you.

To see the fire in his eyes, you decide to play along. Sitting up and cracking your neck.

"Sure. Dare."

Six people woo. Your expression remains unamused, communicating to the main instigator that you're not scared of his antics.

"I don't know why you decided to grace me with this tonight, God, but thank you-"

"Get to it, airhead."

"I dare you to take a trip down memory lane and stop at Seven Minutes in Heaven." Some scoff, you only chuckle. Predictable. "Me, Rooster or Bob. What's your pick?"

Phoenix smirks your way.

"I get to choose? Uncharacteristically nice of you."

"So?"

This will be good.

"Bob."

Spines straigthen and heads snap up, glancing between you and the mousy young man hugging his knees up to his chest in the corner.

Jake looks utterly confused.

"What?"

"Contrary to your delusions, Bagman, not everyone is invested in your dick measuring contest with Rooster. Just because you're the loudest doesn't mean you've caught my eye."

"But baby on board?"

Shrugging, you manage to mask your excitement pretty well, you hope. Truth be told, reserved and kind was always your type.

Big, round eyes. Lightly curled hair. Neat look, with an effort. You know it takes confidence to be unapologetically modest in a testosterone exhibit such as the Navy. Bob doesn't care, and that is very attractive. The day he told Seresin he always manages to offend, calling out his bullshit, you had stifled a satisfied laugh behind your fist, clicking your pen. He glanced back at you, and the proud albeit flustered smile has been seared into your brain ever since.

You like to believe the two of you get each other. Maybe you lean into the jokes a little more, but your words have similar bites, carrying the same goal of taking these raging overinflated egos down a notch.

"Your roster. Plus, I'm curious." Usually, you don't target him, spare him of the teasing. He gets enough. But now, you lean on the edge of the loveseat, biting your lip when you look his way, finally noticing the book balancing on his knees. "Are you even playing?"

"No, I said I wasn't. At the beginning."

Jake's lips start to move, probably to say you'd have no choice but to go for him or one of your oldest friends who you had said you'd never swap spit with because of how weird it would feel. So him.

You cut him off, still watching Bob. "You are now."

The group laughs, you stand up, smoothing down inappropriate short pijama shorts, and he burns up.

Natasha, the only person who has caught on to your crush on her backseater, clears her throat. "Pantry? We can lock the door with one of the stools from the kitchen."

"A-are we actually doing this?"

He finally gets up, mimicking your actions and nervously straightening his shirt.

"Do you have somewhere to be in the next seven minutes?"

Rooster interrups your flirting with a belly laugh. "Relax, baby Bob, she's never kissed anyone during that game. I would be more worried she might punch you. That happened once, ninth grade."

In your mighty defense, you said no and the boy still made a move. Your hand happened to come up at the same time. With a lot of force. Into his nose.

"No distractions!"

Payback rips your book and phone from your hands. You chuckle at how unaware they are, you're not planning on cowering from this one.

When the two of you reach the door, you turn back to Bob, setting a timer on his wristwatch. You feel his arm hair stand up as your fingers work the band, undoing the strap and chucking it to Phoenix.

The last thing you see is Hangman's furrowed brow and crossed arms. "I can't believe this."

It's very dark, once the door is closed.

"Lights on or off?" You joke.

"Up to you." His voice is shaky, swallowing dry. Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the idea that you make him feel like this.

Blue eyes shine, and you can make out the silhouette of his face, a bit of a pink tinge to his cheeks. Scared the brightness would give your own anxiousness away, you opt to stay hidden, lights off.

He jumps when you thump heavily on the door, hearing Fanboy gasp. "Back to your game, you nosy kids. We'll be out in seven."

You stay close to it, making sure that you've been left alone for real this time.

"That was smart."

Nice, you're definitely blushing now. Thinking of a 'good girl' in his voice being added to that sentence.

"Thanks, Floyd. Means a lot coming from you."

"Oh, right. Sorry, didn't mean to sound condescending."

Curse your sarcastic nature. You're so used to it, to biting back, that sometimes it comes out when you don't mean to.

"No, no." You take a step forward, still unsure. "I meant it. I think you're probably the smartest out of all of us, and we have similar- Okay, now that sounded bitchy and narcissistic. Everyone in there is obviously very intelligent, I genuinely think so, I just meant- Uhm, what I meant was-"

"Wait," He breathes out your name. "Are you nervous?"

Bob is leaning on one of the shelves, practically sitting on it, across the room. Arms behind his back, one shoe propped up, in a way that highlights defined biceps and thick thighs. You audibly swallow.

Your eyes trace his crooked goggles, quickly fall to his lips, then snap back up to him.

"Floyd, have you noticed I didn't say 'don't try anything'?"

He smiles, and you shrink, feeling small under the shy teasing coming from him. This is new. Usually, you act as equals, like-minded partners in social situations. Now, he's turning the game on you.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Another step forward, hands behind your back, like his, and a small tug of your lips.

"Like I said, I'm curious."

"Curious?"

His arms cross in front of his chest now, legs spreading, looking even more appetizing.

A sheepish smile covers your features, eyes effortlessly dragging over his body, head to toe. You hope he is seeing this.

"Just, uhm," You chuckle. "I don't know. Every time we hang out, there are these little moments, fleeting, that I think- I think there's something there. A pull. When your jokes fly over Hangman and Coyote's heads, when you basically only speak to back up Natasha no matter what, when you let them mock your game just to pocket three in a row. I see all of that, and I think you see me seeing it. And you like it. But maybe I'm being conceited."

"You're not."

His voice goes somehow lower, soft twang to his accent bleeding out more, even with two simple words. You're quickly crumbling under his stare, transfixed on the way his teeth trap the bottom lip, pink turning redder.

He has built the same walls you have that aren't easy to break down. Different from the others. Uncharted territory, and you're fumbling big time.

"Mhm." Cracking your knuckles behind your back, looking at his shoes. "But we don't have to, if you don't want to. I hope I'm not being pushy, really, I've just thought about this before and it's like scratching an itch inside of my brain. Phoenix knows, by the way, so she's probably gonna tease the hell out of both of us when we-"

Large hands pull you by the waist, foreheads bumping very lightly before his lips are tugging on yours.

Bob tastes amazing, like the hibiscus tea he was just having. His hands are calloused but not rough, or maybe that's just the way he's using them.

It takes you a second to react, so he moves back, preparing to mutter an apology between your parted lips. But, with your eyes still closed, your hands finally revive and wrap around his neck, pulling him to you again.

You're stuck together, as if by a gravitational pull, legs trapped inside of his spread, in a way that you have to bend your neck down to meet him.

Fingertips slide an inch down his waistband and you realize he skipped the underwear.

You open up for his tongue to swipe under yours, and it's a divine feeling. Your heads move back and forth naturally, chasing each other. Scratching his neck, his throat, clinging to the collar of his shirt.

It happens fast.

A desperate bite to your lip and you forget to contain your moan, totally mindless of where you are and grinding down on him. You feel him buckle, his groan so breathy and restrained swallowed down your throat, and he changes your position. So now he's pressing you against the shelf, crotch fitting perfectly against your hips, one hand coming up to pull on your hair, grazing your breast on the way, while the other grabs your ass like he depends on it to breathe. Funny, since you're not doing much of that anyway.

You probably waste three minutes doing that.

It would be so easy. Your shorts are thin and, well, lacking length. He's wearing sweatpants. So, so easy to just…

A loud knock. Rooster. Thirty seconds left, and then the stool goes back to its original place.

Bob sighs, lifiting your chin with his index, thumb running across your bottom lip delicately, setting you up for another kiss. Reluctantly, you stop him.

"Should take those thirty seconds to sort that out."

He follows your gaze, down to his erection pushing against the fabric.

"Oh." At last, his hands leave you, fast and sorely missed. He steps back, blushing furiously in the dark.

"Take a seat, breathe. We'll stall."

He does, sitting on the floor of the pantry as you turn the lights on. You don't regret the inital decision to leave them off, the brightness makes both of you wince.

It's definitely awkward to watch him try to concentrate and will his hard-on away, but it would be worse to help and have him walk out of your little game with an unmistakable stain in his pants.

You pick a jar of cherries, popping one into your mouth and crouching next to him, hand soothing his shoulder. He jumps.

"Don't do that!"

An apology is spat out amidst unstoppable laughter. Another right after when he glares at you. Yeah, you can't do much here.

You're laying on the floor, opposite to him, chewing cherries and silently laughing at his state.

"At least they're black. It's not as easy to see."

"It's not gonna go away."

"Just say you're going to the bathroom."

"That's too obvious."

"Fine, bedroom then. I bored you to death and you're sleepy."

"Hardly true." He blushes again and you grin, toothy and proud. "Stop! You're not helping. This is your fault, telling me you've thought about me, talked to Phoenix about it. A girl like you…What did you think was gonna happen?"

He's more helpless, than angry. A self-satisfied grin blossoms on your face. Simply knowing you think and talk about him got him hard. You bite the inside of your cheek to avoid making things worse again. Sitting up, you breathe in, working on how to make sure you come across as genuine as possible.

"Bob, I'm not just fucking around." His eyes squint behind the goggles. Your hand slides on the carpet, pinky curling around his. "I really like you."

His eyes roam your face, smile lines strengthened, and he's going to say something when Phoenix opens the door.

You retrieve your hand.

"It's been eight minutes. You're up."

Her dark eyes investigate everything in the room, including the both of you.

"Oh, we got lost talking about our books, sorry."

You throw her a very suspicious smile, bumping her shoulder lightly on your way out. She chuckles under her breath.

Jake and Javy took over the loveseat and you're arguing with them when Bob announces he's turning in.

He walks with the book in front of his crotch, and Nat nearly chokes on her water. After he leaves, she's quickly pulling on your elbow.

"We're gonna go too, goodnight!"

Thankfully, your and Bob's rooms are on separate ways, passing by a very impatient Hangman.

"You guys suck."

You bend down to whisper in his ear. "You're just moody because you got no action tonight."

His blond head whips around, yelling for you as Natasha drags you along.

"Did he? DID HE?"

#robert floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #tgm #lewis pullman

[ambrosialdesire]

idk if you’re comfortable with nsfw so you could ignore this if you want…

but what kinks do you think the aot men have as yanderes… 😏

lmfao anon, most of my fics are straight nsfw or have implications of nsfw in them, it's alright to send in nsfw reqs/messages haha (this is not me being mean, im saying this in a joking tone hehe) and sorry this took so dang long to post, i decided to make this my blog's anniversary post LOL

since you didn't mention anyone specific, imma do reiner, eren, levi, zeke, and jean. you already know i'm always gonna put reiner in LMAO eren and levi and jean cause i kinda already have a feel for them in yandere writings, and zeke cause idk why not lol

i'm kinda doing main kinks? 4-5 of them for each of them but idk, i'm just writing whatever works for them in my perspective even though any of the kinks can work for either one of them in certain situations lol and i'm terrible at making long headcanon lists so it's just me blabbering and trying my best to describe the scenarios 💀

NGL THIS IS PROBABLY A REALLY UNPOPULAR OPINION but i don't really like when headcanon lists are like one sentence long and they never go in depth about it or when they make each bullet point a sentence that correlates to the previous point IDK WHY IT IRKS ME SO BAD AND SOME PEOPLE MIGHT LIKE IT THAT WAY AND THAT'S FINE LOL

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YANDERE AOT MEN'S KINKS

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing(s) : reiner x fem!reader, eren x fem!reader, levi x fem!reader, jean x fem!reader, zeke x fem!reader tags + warnings: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, explicit sexual content, violent themes, dubcon/noncon implications, breeding, size kink, praise, dom/sub/switch dynamics, rough sex, edging, dacryphilia, marking, blood mention, cannibalism mention, muzzling, exhibition, voyeurism, quickies, pussy worship, forced feminization, knife kink, choking, slapping, collar/leash use, cockwarming, wax-play, forced domestication, humiliation note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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REINER

YOU ALREADY KNOW THE BUSINESS WITH HIM reiner's kinks are definitely anything associated with breeding. mating presses, creampies, lactation, etc. he just loves claiming that way, pushing his cum in and leaving himself plugged inside to ensure that pregnancy is in the future. you belong to him and what more to show it than giving you a child. literally whenever he has sex, it's like he goes into a rut and his mind locks in that he must breed you. then when your milk starts coming in, seeing you leak unlocks something in him that makes him absolutely feral. he finds it so attractive and will spend hours sucking on your tits, esp if you're in pain and in need to help get it sorted out. ain't that kind of him? size kink. since reiner's pretty massive (hehe), he would always adores how much smaller you are. if you're shorter than him, it gives him the feeling that he has to protect you and it gets him so hard seeing you struggle to take him all in, cockhead bulging out of your lower stomach. if you're taller than him or roughly the same height, he does anything to make you feel smaller than him, pushing you down into the bed or making you go on your hands and knees to take in his dick in your mouth. reiner wants you to be weaker than him, to be completely dependable on him and him alone. he's not completely a dom though in my eyes tbh, he's more of a switch with dom-leaning tendencies (bc he first gotta set the control he has over you as a yandere). sometimes he wants to be dominated, wants to be the one begging to put his cock inside of you, and brought to tears from how good you're using him. he's vocal as fuck too, whimpering and moaning so loudly whenever you ride him and play with his tits (CAUSE OMFG I WILL CONTINUE TO SPREAD THE IDEA EVEN MORE THAT HIS TITTIES ARE SENSITIVE AND SO SQUISHY AND PLAYABLE BRUH). he'll always have a limit to how much control you have over him during sex so don't get too cocky cause he'll take over in a snap of a finger. it doesn't matter if he was a breathless mess that had been edged for hours and just came all over his stomach, he's gonna pound you until you're the one whimpering in overstim. HUGE PRAISE KINK, he loves giving praise and receiving it. he's complete putty in your hands if you praise him, makes him feel super good about himself when you say that he's fucking you so good and he loves to feel you clench around him when he says that you look so pretty for him or that you're taking him in so well. even out of sex, he whispers sweet little compliments in your ear just to see you get all flustered about it.

his yandere tendencies come out when he catches you with other men (cacoëthes you'll always be famous TO ME), even if you don't intended to be involved with them, and bro FUCKS like he's trying to prove a point. he's pushing deep into you until his tip is pressed flushed into your cervix and biting at your neck, leaving dark marks that'll last for days to come. he's growling into your ear about how no one and i mean no one can compare to his cock and the way he fucks you. he's literally carving the shape of his dick into you so you'll never forget it. if you try and run off with another man, he wouldn't and never will amount to reiner. that's even if you can ever escape him in the first place.

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EREN

this mf is into edging. eren loves to build you up and never let you get there, mostly because it makes you become desperate and so delirious to cum that you'd literally do anything to get there. even he goes CRAZY if he got edged for hours and he cums hard, like the shooting kind of cumming all over you. he's into that shit too, covering every inch of your skin in his warm stickiness. it's like a mark that you can't quite get rid of.

eren's a dacryphiliac, nothing gets him harder than seeing your tears stream down your face. crying because it's so good? stiff as a rock. crying because it's too much? oh my god, he's going to keep fucking you until you're a blabbering mess. he's also into that predator-prey thing, where you're desperately trying to get away from him but your stifled sobs always make it easy to find you and sooner than not, he's pounding you into the nearest surface while licking your tears off your face.

bites, hickeys, bruises, anything of the marking sort, he's into it. eren's known for being a biter, so any chance he gets and for him to be able to cum sometimes, he's sinking his teeth into your flesh. the taste of your blood makes him a little delirious (if this was the actual aot-verse, i think that he's and any other titan user that consumed a lot of human/titan blood is used to the taste (not armin cause he's only eaten bertolt i think) and it's like any other usual meal (they just have a hint of cannibalistic tendencies and you cannot take this idea away from me)). sometimes you'll have to take physical action to make him stop biting down so hard, you elbowed him hard one time when he literally wasn't letting go of your shoulder. the absolute terror that you felt when you looked into his eyes when he finally released you, your blood dripping down his mouth. it was like staring at a starving wolf in the middle of his meal.

because of this, sometimes you muzzle him. eren hates it since he likes biting you, but he's starting to like it a little more every day he gets to fuck you. bro's like a feral dog with it on, the cool metal pressing against your neck, and you could feel his drool drip down from how much he wants to sink his teeth in or because of how much your cunt is making him all hot and delirious. eren's probably the most vocal out of all of them, so you're going to be hearing every whine and groan that's coming out of him.

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JEAN

I FEEL OUT OF ALL OF THEM, JEAN'S THE LEAST FREAKIEST 😭😭

that being said, he's into exhibition/voyeurism LMFAO like mutual masturbation kind of shit or he's in the closest watching you touch yourself while he's beating it. something about the thrill of it all gets him going, especially when he fucks you in places where you're definitely going to get caught if you don't stay quiet. the closet thing was an accident at first, he was in your room to ask you something but you weren't there and he started snooping a little too much, getting absolutely distracted that he almost barely heard you start to unlock your door. he hid in the closet, waiting for you to fall asleep but instead you started playing with yourself before you went to bed and that was the start of it all lmao AND you still don't know he keeps doing it.

quickies are jean's fucking passion, bro can fuck you in a short amount of time to make you both cum multiple times and he's a little too good at hiding the fact that the two of you just had sex from around the corner. slicking his hair back smugly while adjusting his clothes back to normal, watching your legs quiver and shake as both of your fluids drip down your thighs, it takes all his might not to fuck you once more.

pussy worshipping, he's definitely into that. he can spend hours knelt underneath you and eating you out, not caring whether his dick is begging for any sort of needed attention. i feel like out of all five of them rn, he has the number one spot of giving more to his partner than receiving it like he's absolutely locked in to please you (reiner is second bc i said so and it's totally not a biased choice 😈). even if you're crying from overstimulation, he's not gonna stop until he says he's finished eating you out.

domestication kink + forced feminization, even if you're the independent type who has a distaste for wearing skirts and dresses, he imagines there's a world where he could make you completely submissive and a dependent housewife. jean does things subtlety so he might slowly incorporate more feminine items in your routine or say something that may have you second-guess yourself, and without you even realizing, you're slowly becoming the woman he dreams of in his head. delusional king!

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LEVI

for levi, i think isayama said one time that levi's kinda subby or sumn like that so fuck yeah i'm gonna incorporate that in a bit.

knife kink ofc, his handiwork has always been surrounding these sharp pieces of metals so how could i not add this. it's not the threatening aspect that he's into, he already knows that you know that you're always going to below him. it's the fact that he can carve his name into your fragile skin whenever he wants and you can't do anything about it, and watching the small rivulets of blood seep through makes him absolutely feral even though he doesn't admit it. idk how to really describe it until i actually write it in a fic lol

levi's definitely into choking, especially because it gives him absolute control of when you're allowed to breathe, giving up something so important just for him. he never goes pass the line where you pass out because he wants to watch you cum while you're breathless, gasping for air as you clench around him in shudders. he's seen a lot of people get choked out to death, he's even done it a few times, but he likes seeing it done the most on you. especially because you struggle to beg for him to stop, scratch up his arms like a poor little kitty cat and wriggle around in fear. levi swears nothing looks so much prettier than that.

slapping and he's damn good at it. he's slapped your face a few times to get your attention back, but he loves slapping your ass. he hits hard enough to leave his handprints, keeping you sore for days that you can't lay down or sit down right. levi bends you over his lap if you're being a brat and SMACKS until you're sobbing for him to stop but even so, he keeps on going until he feels like the punishment is enough. for being a good girl and taking his punishment so generously, he'll finger you afterwards, running his lithe fingers in-between your clit and into your dripping hole. you may say you hate it, but your pussy is saying otherwise. if you slap him, you are not walking for a week LMFAO

okay now im gonna go into subby levi hehe sometimes he doesn't want to be the one in control because his job is all about control and demanding others, so he'll let you fuck him (with limitations as well). like he'll lay in your lap and let you jerk him off as he sucks on your tits, letting you decide if you want to edge him or overstimulate him. it's a little strange at first being able to control your captain like this but you get used to it, letting him thigh-fuck you but never letting him enter your sopping pussy. sometimes he gets so irritated by being denied so often that he'll break the deal off and start taking back the reins.

levi's a collar and leash man, something about tugging it to direct your attention and getting tugged gets him going. he likes the way his name glimmers in the name tag, how pathetic you look as he sharply pulls it to make you look at him. he usually will only put it on when he's the sub, letting you pull it towards your pussy so he can eat you out. he doesn't force you to act like a dog, it's just the ownership of you that he likes.

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ZEKE

cockwarming, cockwarming, cockwarming. this man loves to keep you plugged up whenever he's reading or smoking a few cigarettes outside. he usually cockwarms you when he wants another way for relaxing and what more than to sink into your warm and tight pussy. zeke's so fucking nonchalantly mean about it too. if you try moving off him or trying to finally cum, he smacks your thigh hard or pulls your hair back to look at him, taunting you about how you're being naughty and naughty girls don't get to cum. so he'll make you stay on him for another few hours or so, then cumming on your ass or stomach and sometimes never making you cum either as punishment.

ZEKE'S ALSO INTO BREEDING BUT LIKE A TWISTED VERSION OF IT, LET ME EXPLAIN. of course, it's canonically known that he doesn't like the reproduction of eldians and wanted the extinction of them through genetic neutering (which was fucking insane btw how he thought his plan would be able to be possible when it was eren's world to control is so funny to me 💀💀). so basically what i'm thinking is that he is so disgusted with the idea so much that he's into it. like the idea of cumming into you and filling your womb gets him so unreasonably hard and he doesn't really know himself why it does. it always happens when he sees you treating a kid so kindly that they may as well be yours and then he starts fantasizing about a homely, domestic life with you with yours and his kids running amok. he never goes through with it of course but he gets close a couple of times, so very very close.

idk ig he kinda gives wax-play vibes. seeing you blindfolded and pouring hot drips of wax on your skin or nipples, twitching in shock from the suddenness of the vague burn amuses him. sometimes he'll tie you up and leave a candle to drip all over you for a few hours and see how many times you cum over it.

zeke's definitely into humiliating you because why would you ever have any sort of pride when your place is in his bed and being his obedient fuck toy? like he makes you roleplay as his subservient maid, buying the skimpiest outfits ever in existence, taking away your underwear and making you wear a skirt that you have constantly tug down, literally anything that makes you feel shameful of yourself. but he reinforces you into liking it by praising you while he fucks you in those fits, talking about how pretty you look with your pussy out just for him and how his stupid little maid is so good at pleasing him.

#love-taste #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere attack on titan #yandere reiner #yandere eren #yandere jean #yandere levi #yandere zeke #🎀 anon

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

OUT TAKES FROM 2800ft

NORMALLY I JUST DELETE THESE ENTIRELY but in the directors commentary for 2800ft I make a lot of references to the BDSM draft of the fic and I FOUND SOME OF THEM so here they are entirely unedited because it felt like a waste, a thing I have LITERALLY NEVER THOUGHT BEFORE IN MY LIFE

I'm still so sad the BDSM didn't end up suiting the tone of the fic, but I am glad I removed it. There was going to be a whole bit where Hux reached into his pocket to feel the key for bens collar as the plane when down, but i think the fic stands better on it's own

HAVE THESE ANYWAY FUCKERS

(edit: I'm going through my document conflicts on scrivener and I found a few more so I'm pasting them at the bottom but ur not getting fomating on these bc I'm lazy)

6/9/22 St. Louis, Missouri The Organa-Solo Residence

"You're insane," Ben says as the front door closes behind him. "You know that, right?" "I see you got my request," Hux replies, looking up from his book. He's been reading on the couch since he got home, waiting for Ben to land. "Tell me you didn't actually get this notarized." He holds up the piece of paper Hux slipped into his bag a few days ago, in anticipation of the event. "It's a remarkably cheap fee," Hux tells him, setting his book aside. "There's a limit on how much notaries can charge in Missouri, if it's a financial concern." Ben stares at him before reading the paper aloud. "A formal request of Ben Organa-Solo, made by Armitage Organa-Solo, to be fulfilled on June 9th, 2022," he starts. "If both parties are amendable, and schedules align, in celebration of the national holiday, Mr. and Mr. Organa-Solo will-" Ben stops, setting the paper down on the entryway table. "A formal request for sex?" Hux takes in the flush of Ben's cheeks, the hand toying with his hair. He's not furious, he's just embarrassed, but if the pace of his breathing is any indication- He stands, coming to meet Ben at the door. "You don't know what to be mad about, do you?" Hux asks, loving how Ben's head tilts downward, his eyes half-lidded. "You weren't expecting it, but it's within all out limits, and-" It comes to Hux, then. "You're not upset at all, you're just surprised." His hand comes to Ben's neck, pressing his thumb into the tense muscles and letting his fingers dig in between vertebrae. "Do you need a moment to adjust?" Ben shakes is head, so Hux steps closer, putting himself firmly into Ben's personal space. A soft hand on Ben's chest is all it takes to have him against the door, strong hands clenching at his sides listlessly. "You can touch me," Hux tells him, and his hips are held in a loose grip. "I'm sorry I surprised you. I thought we had done enough things similar, that it wouldn't be too much of a shock." Ben mutters something, and Hux uses a finger to tilt his chin up. "What was that?" "I thought you had a lawyer write it," Ben admits. "It sounded more formal than you normally are, in these things. I-" Words seem to fail him as his flush moves from his checks down to his neck. "The notary on top of that was a lot of strangers knowing I was going to suck your dick." "I tried a new style," Hux says. "I've been reading a few books on contract law in my spare time, thought it would be fine to try out. The notary was a half-asleep woman at the post office, she didn't even bother to read the document. Just had me sign it and her coworker witness it." He pauses. "Did you like that they might know?" "Didn't like it, how much I liked it." Ben draws a breath, letting his head roll back against the wall. "It's infuriating, wanting people to know what you do to me, all while refusing to let them see." "Private exhibition," Hux says. "Well, theoretical, more like." He pauses, wrapping his arms around Ben's shoulders. "I'll keep that in mind, but you haven't submitted a reply to my request." Ben laughs, leaning into him. "Request approved," he says. "Although I refuse to grant it holiday status." "National Day of Sixty-nining is sacred," Hux replies, pulling Ben from the door to lead him towards the bedroom.

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10/07/22 St. Louis, Missouri The Organa-Solo Residence

"And he has no idea?" Hux rolls his eyes at Poe, taking the cake out of the freezer so it can thaw on the counter. In their small living room, most of their friends are gathered, drinks in hand and broken off into conversation circles. Phasma is asking Rey about Charlotte, Mitaka is meeting Finn as someone outside of the airport, and not just another employee he passes coffee to, and Han and Leia are having an unsurprisingly delightful time telling stories of Ben as a teenager to anyone who will listen. "I told him I was working, and that we were booked on fights, so I wouldn't have time to come down and see him, but I gave him specific instructions, and-" "I can't stress how much I don't need to know about your sex life," Poe says, cutting him off. "They weren't sexual," Hux huffs. It's an absolute lie, though. The instructions were incredibly sexual, but they were also meant to start the party a few hours later, and instead everyone started showing up early. Hux will just have to make up the disappointment to Ben later. It wouldn't be the longest Ben has handled social interaction with a cage on. Besides, Ben has his own key to it for emergencies. If he wanted, he could take it off while he changed, and Hux would understand. "I hate you so much," Poe whines, pulling Hux away from his thoughts. "Both of you, honestly." Hux shrugs. "Not my fault you're boring in bed." They leave the kitchen and the conversation behind as Hux hears a car door slam outside. "All right, I'm gonna meet him outside, everybody hide." And he does, steps onto the porch. He's supposed to be at work, but he's not so cruel as to allow Ben to completely embarrass himself. He's just smart enough to do it without a paper trail. "You're-" "Act surprised," he whispers. "They all thought this was a great idea, and showed up at our house without consulting me, but your parents flew in, and you know I feel bad saying no to them." "I hate surprises," Ben mutters, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I know, but I couldn't get away to call you. It was supposed to start at six, I was going to tell you when you got home, after-" he looks down, and Ben curses. "Up to you." "Not in front of my parents," he says. "Jesus, I'm gonna need a second." "Buying you time won't be hard, I haven't pulled the cake. I'll vamp." And then Hux is opening the door, ushering Ben in and watching as someone turns on the lights and their friends and family pop out from behind pieces of furniture. They sing happy birthday, and then Hux sends Ben to the bedroom to change and asks Han to tell the story of when Ben broke his window trying to move his bed. It's at least a ten minute story, and a good one, so no one will notice if Ben takes a moment longer to change than strictly necessary.

It's not until later, when guests are shooed away and they lay in bed, covered in sweat and fluids, that Ben curls into his chest. "I love you," Ben says, pressing idle kisses to his skin. "I just- Used to have to deal with their terrible ideas for my birthday alone. They'd get a cake everyone liked, instead of the one I wanted, they'd try to make me invite the whole class. I know they just wanted me to have friends, but it was awful. I didn't stop hating my birthday until I moved out." "It's the least I can do, given your agreement to entirely ignore mine." He runs fingers through long hair, pressing lips to the top of Ben's head. "Next year, I'm just forcing them to bend to my will, but I thought one year in was too soon to become your controlling spouse." Ben laughs, breath warm against his skin, and the arm hanging over Ben's shoulder pulls him closer. "You've always been controlling," Ben tells him. "Luckily for you, I'm pretty into that."

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Smaller outtakes:

From the scene where they're heading to ikea:

“It should be the Malm,” Ben insists, because apparently, their earlier discussion about which bed frame to buy wasn’t finished. “It’s not practical,” Hux says, and then lowers his voice, “there’s no place to tie on that headboard, and I’m not buying under the be straps.” The red tinge that takes over Ben’s cheeks is well worth his own discomfort at bringing up their sex life in public. “So not the Malm,” Ben mutters, and Hux smiles into his drink. “You’re both gross,” Mitaka yells across the empty Starbucks. The early flights are only just starting, the line for security not yet backed up by the entrance. Hux flips him off as Ben’s skin returns to its normal color.

This scene was replaced by 5/30/21 take 2, which i think was a better scene because 'airport might get a bird dog' felt too on the nose

His feet are tucked under Ben’s thighs, still freezing despite the chill outside. It’s the start of a long weekend for both of them, three days where neither of them have any reason to be at the airport. Normally, this was cause for a trip, but spring cleaning had overtaken both of them the last few days. Now, with the last cobwebs and remnants of winter cleared from the apartment, they settle into a calm evening. “I heard the airport is thinking about getting a bird dog,” Hux says idly, not looking up from his tablet. Ben’s eyes are closed, his head lolled onto the back of the sofa, but his breathing is still relatively shallow. “If nothing else, the social media team is excited to have someone who won’t say no to their ridiculous video ideas.” Hux may still be bitter about being asked to join a group photo for Saint Patrick’s Day, even after he told the man three times that being ginger did not automatically make him Irish. “A dog on the ground isn’t going to prevent bird strikes in the air,” Ben grumbles, sitting up and blinking his eyes open. “I’m not sure it’s the best way for the airport to spend it’s money.” “Studies say otherwise,” he retorts, but lets the matter die. “And what would you have them spend money on?” Ben laughs, some joke Hux isn’t privy to. “No, really, what can they buy for the cost of a dog that would make you happier?” “They could just give you that money, and I’d be fine.” Rolling his eyes, he closes out of his email and sets his tablet aside to crawl into Ben’s lap. Any edges of sleep vanish, as do conversations of work.

#my fic #my fic: 2800ft

[chemdisaster]

this is probably going to be an unpopular opinion, but some of you seriously need to relax and shut the fuck up about rpf.

i've seen an increasing amount of people in the hermitcraft and life series fandoms with "not the real people" in their pinned who seem to act like they're somehow better than those who do create/consume rpf. and you guys seriously need to get off your high horse right the fuck now and realise that when properly tagged and not forced on anyone, rpf hurts no one. and this goes for all art that commonly gets looked down on in this fandom, darkfic and non con and kinkfics and whatever else. if something is fictional, if it's properly tagged, if it's not forced on anyone - it hurts no one because it's fiction. more than that, it's art. you cannot and should not place boundaries on creativity. not only does that kind of thinking have serious real life consequences that i won't go into right now, but even within fandom spaces all you will end up doing is hurting the very people you often claim to want to protect.

most of the time i've seen this kind of attitude, it's been exhibited by younger people. and i would just like to remind you - you know how you can admit to writing fics and not be criticised and shamed for it? you know how fanfiction is a widely spread and common thing now? you know how nowadays you don't need to put an "i don't own x" disclaimer in your fic? yeah, the rpf people helped do that. obviously i can't speak for every community as i am just one person in my own tiny corner of the globe, but part of what helped me come to think of fanfic as something normal and not something i had to hide was getting used to the idea of rpf. it was frerard and those fics where someone gets sold to one direction and the normalisation of the 14 year old girl writing fanfics where she marries her crush and has three kids.

you people seem to view rpf as this big disgusting thing that god forbid anyone thinks i engage in or condone. and it makes me think of how i would write fanfiction about my swimmates and show it to them, and we'd all laugh about it. when i was a kid i would imagine myself being friends with celebrities and create fictional problems for them so i could provide emotional support. i still, on occasion, hyperfixate on real people and imagine myself interacting with them somehow. in fact, most of the time in my own head is spent daydreaming about various made-up situations including people i know or used to know, because that is simply how i deal with the real world, my form of escapism and just something i do to keep my messy brain occupied. what i'm getting at here is that rpf is normal. it's not this big awful sin. there is literally nothing remarkable whatsoever about the idea that someone would see something in real life and be inspired to turn it to art.

you get nothing from throwing other people also part of your community under the bus when there are those who would get rid of you all. you get nothing from being a dick, from spreading shame and disgust and assigning moral weight to things that cause zero harm. your knee-jerk reaction at something that makes you uncomfortable is not the end all be all of what's right and what deserves to exist. so i pray you, get over yourself, stop acting like you're better than everyone else and shut the fuck up about rpf.

#anyway some of my most favourite fics were rpf and one of them has since been deleted #and i have an idea as to why #so cut it out with being a dick to people over what they create. please #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft smp #traffic smp #traffic series #life series #trafficblr #and since this could go for any mcyt fandom in general #mcyt #mcytblr #textdisaster

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

You know I love me some piningjolras. For the ask prompts! Only if you feel like it :)

bestie I don’t know what the hell happened here, this started as headcanons and kind of turned into a mini fic thing???? Also sorry you had to wait like three months for this lmao. And also Marius shows up at one point which I don’t understand but I say good for him!!!! This was fun to write piningjolras is my child and I love him dearly so without further ado

Enjolras doesn't like Nico

And like, that's stupid. Nico is a nice guy. He's smart and funny and he contributes in meetings and one time he brought homemade brownies and they were....really, really good brownies. There's no reason why Enjolras shouldn't like Nico

Well. Except for the fact that he's Grantaire's boyfriend.

That.......Probably has something to do with it

After all, it's not Nico's fault that Enjolras is an idiot who didn't realise he was in love with Grantaire until he came in holding Nico's hand and introduced him as his boyfriend. It's not Grantaire's fault that Enjolras has the worst fucking timing and didn't realise that all the time he spent talking with Grantaire after meetings and walking around his art exhibitions and staring at his hands meant he was falling in love with him.

But whatever. It's fine. Enjolras is an adult. He can deal with this like a grown up, and simply avoid the problem until it goes away. That's totally dealing with it, right?

This policy works pretty well for a few weeks, until the next time they go the club. Grantaire brings Nico. There's a lot of dancing and kissing and whispering god knows what in each other's ear. Enjolras is sort of tempted to tell them to get a room, but he's probably biased, and he doesn't want to be a dick. Grantaire is having fun and he's happy and who is Enjolras to ruin that, just because he's jealous that he was too late?

He decides the perfect solution to this is to get horrendously drunk. Obviously.

Cut to about an hour later, Enjolras has locked himself in a bathroom stall and is puking his guts up. In hindsight, getting horrendously drunk might have been a bad decision

Someone comes in, and then there's a knock on the door and a hesitant "Hey, uh. Are you okay in there?" And of course it's Marius fucking Pontmercy.

Enjolras wipes his hand across his mouth and tries to pull himself together, standing on unsteady legs and opening the stall door.

Marius' eyes widen. "Enjolras? I didn't expect to see you on the other side of this door. Are you feeling okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Enjolras walks unsteadily to the sink and looks at himself in the mirror. God he looks a mess. Enjolras bets Nico never looks a mess. That's why Grantaire likes him so much, probably.

"I've just had too much to drink, but I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Marius asks. When Enjolras glares at him, Marius simply shrugs and says, "You haven't really been yourself tonight. You seem...Kind of upset."

Enjolras doesn't know why that does it, but one moment he's fine, and the next he's pressing a hand over his mouth to muffle a sob, and then another one. And then he's drunkenly crying in the bathroom like an idiot.

Marius simply puts his arms around him, lets him lean his head on his shoulder and cry himself out. It takes much longer than it should, but to his credit he is still pretty drunk.

Enjolras calms down eventually, and then the embarrassment sets in, and he kind of wants to melt into the floor. He pushes his head off Marius' shoulder and mutters a sorry.

Marius simply smiles at him and says "Don't worry, you wouldn't believe the amount of people I've done this for. Éponine, Grantaire, Courfeyrac..."

Despite everything, Enjolras manages a laugh. "That's ironic, considering I'm pretty sure Courfeyrac was crying over you."

Marius grins. "I know, right? But we worked it out." He pats Enjolras on the shoulder. "And you and Grantaire will work it out too."

Enjolras frowns at him. "I never said I was crying over Grantaire."

Another smile, another shoulder pat. "You didn't have to."

"Yeah, you're pretty obvious about it. You've spent most of tonight staring at his shoulders." "Yes thank you Marius I think I need to go home now."

Pontmercy's alright, Enjolras thinks as he helps him into the back of a cab. He's going to tell Combeferre to be nicer to him.

So yeah. Enjolras pines and eats ice cream with Combeferre and Courfeyrac and accepts that eventually, he has to get over Grantaire. Just like, statistically. He can't possibly be in love with him forever

(It's starting to feel like forever though)

A few weeks later, Grantaire comes into the Musain and makes a beeline straight for the table Enjolras is sitting at alone. He sits down in the seat opposite him with purpose. And then he just looks at him in silence, which is kind of weird. 

Enjolras hasn't seen Grantaire without Nico in weeks, and he's a good friend and a polite person with manners and also not jealous, so he asks "Where's Nico?"

"Oh, yeah. We broke up."

Oh. Huh. That's interesting.

But Nico was genuinely a nice guy, and he made Grantaire happy, and they were a nice couple. So Enjolras says "I'm really sorry to hear that. Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm totally fine. I broke up with him actually."

That's even more interesting. Enjolras knows better than to get his hopes up, but he leans across the table anyway and says "Can I ask why?"

Grantaire sighs, pushes his hands through his hair.

"Because he was smart and funny, and he was kind to me and was the best at picking date nights and had great taste in music, and he was super hot as well. And goddamn, the guy made the best brownies I've ever had in my life. But he still wasn't you. And apparently I can't be in love with anyone else except you."

Enjolras doesn't know what else to do but practically launch himself across the table at Grantaire, pulling him in for a kiss. He actually knocks his coffee mug all over the table, he's pretty sure he's leaning directly in a patch of milk. But he doesn't care. He's waited long enough

(A few weeks later, Bahorel jokes to Enjolras "So, how long did it take you to work out that Grantaire was dating your identical twin?" to which Enjolras responds with "Wait, what? Did Nico and I look similar?" Combeferre puts his head in his hands and calls him an idiot)

#answered #headcanon #enjolras #grantaire #modern au #exr #enjoltaire #marius pontmercy #piningjolras my gdamn beloved #ficlet #kind of? #mini fic #type thing

[transmasccatboye]

Still cant believe, in the year of our lord 2024, that this username was still available

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You will find primarily written and drawn erotica, spice, smut, [insert word of choice here] and artistic nudity. Expect tmi in my tags on reblogs ✌️ (edit: started using [#tmi tags] and [#catboy stories] for tags that talk more specifically about me or experiences with my partner). Other rbs include nsfw polls and shitposts. This is my horny jail for everything a bit too spicy for main.

(edit: I'm not 100% sure how much of my own pics or writing I'll be posting but anything significantly my own content is tagged [#catboy posting], any fics [#catboy fics] and any non fic [#catboy stories])

As a general rule, do not expect any real persons content here. I don't like live action porn and its rare photos or selfies are appealing enough to me for a rb. (edit: there's too many hot trans and queer folks on tumblr actually 😭💜) Anything with real people will be tagged [#irl smut]

A majority of content here is t4t and I do have a particular fondness for monsterfuckers and dubcon/consenual non-consent (cnc), as do most of the people I follow. No I do not think a werewolf or a furry with a dog dick is the same as beastiality

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#pinned #If you know who I am that's chill #friends are free to follow #Just be willing to see what ya gonna see and don't judge me lmao #racists also dni

[oyasuminto]

Hope you don't mind me dropping in on the matchups cause your writing is godly. If ya don't mind, I'd rather be matched with your OCS cause they're all wonderful.

I'm in my early 20s and I seen calm when people first meet me, then I get comfortable with em. Turns out I'm a goddamn gremlin who gets the fuckin zoomies when I know person ain't a dick about it. Or when they meet me online I'm automatically acting like a gremlin. Oh shit forgot to mention autism and ADHD as fuck.

The love languages of mine are, I think, physical touch and gift giving in the form of paying for stuff my people need. I'm also just happy existing in the same area with the person I enjoy. Receiving I think would be acts of service and also gift giving but only if it's cheap cause I get big concerned about money. Think that's all of it? Pretty sure that's all of it.

I'M GONNA PAIR YOU WITH...

Yohan Chae!

Two ADHD gremlins with zoomies, what crimes will they commit? Probably numerous.

Yohan is one of the least dickish or judgemental men you could ever hope to date. You can do literally anything and he'll be cheering you on and bragging about you to everyone.

He loves doing side-quests for the people he cares about!!! Please give him a little task!! Please!!! He also definitely exhibits crow behavior. Expect to wake up and find an army of those shitty, cheap, 2-cent plastic toys you pick out of a barrel. He has already named half of them.

And you know this boy is a gamer. He wants to hear all about your favorite love interests and the characters you think deserve to be romanceable, and how successful your little farm is going!!

Please make him jewelry, he will wear that shit all day every day; bracelets, necklaces, earrings, doesn't matter!!

#Not Writing #Oyasuminto OCs #Yohan Chae #Match Ups #seerofheros

[fancyfade]

Invisibly disabled characters? Multiple with mental illnesses. Batman and like, three Robins suffer depression. (Erased in Dick's case.) Roy's an addict. Joey and Rose...well, their disabilities were also erased. It's like WB and Dan Didio don't like disabled people. (I hate to paraphrase Kanye in 2022, but there you go.) Toss in paint-by-numbers characterization and, yeah. Some of this isn't new; I maintain that DC spent the late 90s wallpapering her being a compassionate foil to Waller.

look NGL, I do agree that DC has some canonically invisibly disabled characters. Joey is mute, you mentioned Roy being an addict, Rose has 1 eye...

but I don't really count characters who are frequently headcannoned as mentally ill, but not stated to be so in text, as invisible disability rep. even if the headcanons are getting something from somewhere, like this character is clearly traumatized and exhibiting symptoms of PTSD... if the writers don't commit to it, it's hard to tell how much is intentional VS reader extrapolation, and people ALWAYS are way more ready to diagnose their faves which is fine -- i have more headcanons about my faves too -- but that's also the fans putting in the work, not the writers.

So Bruce isn't invisibly disabled rep, Dick isn't (anymore), Tim isn't, whichever Robins you were thinking of... Tim's depression was not really medical and more related in a response to a temporary situation. Dick's depression did not get erased if it's just a fan-headcanon. his traumatic brain injury did (was the depression like? associated with that? IDK I didn't read the Ric arc)

anyway sorry if this comes off as harsh, I just do sometimes think that fans get so wrapped up in our headcanons that we forget what is actually canon. like I think that Damian, Babs, and Cass are all autistic, but Cass is the only one who has been treated as clearly neurodivergent by the text, and IIRC word of god said she was neurodivergent in rebirth, even though there are things Damian and Babs do that read as very autistic (and in Damian's case, very 'kid with C-PTSD') to me. So a writer writing him differently is boring, and I hate it, but it's not really ableist or erasing a disability, and it is not a good idea to conflate fan-headcanons no longer having as much of a potential-base due to the characters being written differently with erasure of canonically disabled characters.

#idk if that made sense #ableism #dc comics

[folfar]

11, 35, 49, 52, 59, 63 and 74 of the fic writer prompt

okay so firsty sorry that this is ten billion years late....

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Genuinely have not been reading fic recently so have three long-time faves instead!

Concordia - Ccainao3

Obviously this fic is genius, its so perfect, everyone loves it BUT I don't think it gets the recognition it deserves for having the best summary of perhaps all time:

He’d had hope, after those talks, that when the sting of Olympic loss had faded he and Auguste would be able to salvage something of their old friendship. This doesn’t seem likely now. Sorry I gave you a concussion when I checked you is one thing; sorry I beat you out for the gold medal and then had your little brother wear it while I fucked him is another.

DREAMY SIGH!!!! Also Auguste is so damaged <3 fic writer cocaine ao3 and i are on the same wavelength when it comes to grievous head injuries <3

like a solar flare in the rising sun - Lazulisong

This fic is like a little pearl, a perfect morsel, an absolute dream of a scene. Damen, helpless. The sense of character and place and tension is so well done - it's short and it doesn't need to be longer because it's so gorgeous the way it is.

stars in secret influence - crimson_adder

I am a big believer that a wip need not be 'finished' to be 'good' and this fic is PERFECT.

Anastasia AU that is SO funny, so clever, so well put together - and, rubbing my greedy little hands together, a perfectly executed amnesia fic. brain trauma!!!! However funny you think this is, it is funnier.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

HMM! I guess that they have a motivation - they are a villain because they're acting towards a goal that is at odds with the protagonist? Sometimes the motivation is to be dick and the goal is to make the protag feel awful, though. It doesn't have to be complicated.

Oh and also just because someone is a monster doesn't mean you can't have fun with it! I LUV the segment in Sunblind chapter 21 when Auguste is in the bad-end dream, and his Uncle is like 'hey :) want me to be your anointed heir?' and auguste genuinely doesn't get it. that was funny to me, a simpleton.

49. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

NO which is good because i am the most oversensitive person alive!

52. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I am trying to reply to every comment I get this year! it was a new year's resolution. I used not to but that was mostly a combo of being shy and having weird feelings about artificially inflating my comment count because I was a little fool. I'm trying to reply to everyone because I LOVE getting comments, it IS the only thing that motivates me, and i want to thank people <3 i luv everyone who comments on my fics hugely and unreasonably

also, another resolution this year was to leave a comment on every fic I finish, which everyone should do! I'm a hardliner, sorry.

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

yes actually! thought i would take it to my grave and then lockdown happened. now i update said friends when i hit a significant milestone. sometimes they ask me if 'that big thing you're writing' is finished yet and i have to say no, shamefaced.

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

okay so I already said d*ddy k*nk but incest or worse, untagged incest vibes. also i really don't like exhibitionism when the people being exhibitioned to aren't enthusiastically involved.

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

asides, so many asides. random segues into character backgrounds - not so much much tangents as parabolas because I do think they tie into the main plot but... sometimes I honestly come up with a random snippet of character history and then have to write a fic around it because I like it so much. This is one that currently doesn't have a fic attached, but will eventually fit into the Brexit storyline* -

Laurent has a surprising passion for offal; no one can pin down if it’s because he’s French or if it’s some sort of animal rights thing about honouring each part of the creature.  If pressed Auguste will say it’s stubbornness, because Mama had tricked Laurent into thinking that pâté was ‘special jam’ when he was a truculent child. The meaty origins of this treat were revealed only when Laurent was caught feeding it to his pony Daisy (thereafter renamed Cannibal by all and sundry), and Laurent had decided to double down on his passion for it, possibly to cover up the fact that he had been feeding Cannibal-neé-Daisy regular jam for the past three years.  That’s why her teeth are so bad! Mama had exclaimed. All those vets bills, Papá had said mournfully, stroking his moustache.

oh lol i actually had to come back to this and add another tell which is of course: character has intensely real but not prophetic dream and/or character succumbs to a fugue state and/or character keeps going to sleep at strange times. you know when you think something is a universal experience and then people are like 'girl no what's wrong with you?' anyway. hashtag narcolepsy rep or w/e

AND 55 which you sent me in a different ask lmao: Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

my secret second favourite character to write is a tie between Jokaste and Nicaise. Nicaise is self explanatory, because he is So Fun to write. I have a fic here from his POV! Please read it (jeb 'please clap' voice).

Jokaste is the darling of my heart. You can tell this because she has shown up in 0.01% of my stuff on Ao3 which is how I show my affection. She is however in like. All of my WiPs. Looking at my google drive nd of the 4 things I am actively (cough cough) working on now she has a prominent role in 3 of them. No one asked for this! But I am so intrigued by her. Her canon characterisation is literally just that line from blades of glory when will ferrel goes "nobody knows what it means! but its provocative!"

here is a snip from one of said wips:

Jokaste, as if feeling the weight of his annoyance, rolled her head around to look at him. “You should try dermarolling,” she said, apropos of nothing, because she was awful. “What? You need to start stimulating collagen production. You’re looking a bit -” she made a dismissive gesture around the cheek area “- sunken.” Laurent communicated with his eyes that he would always loathe her.

#ask tag #fic #captive prince #bowing and scraping apologies for my timing

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (720): Thu 8th Mar 2024

I thought about how I always try to combine two or more ideas whenever I get a tattoo in order to get more original and unique imagery and I have decided apply this logic to a new business enterprise as I set up my own mobile museum. Instead of getting people to come to my museum I will take it to them as I will be driving the bus Rosa Parks would be arrested on and inside rather than spreading out all of the exhibits I will have them collected into one piece. It will be The Elephant Man’s skeleton wearing Jackie Kennedy’s blood stained dress, holding one of the violins the musicians on the Titanic was playing, in the other hand he'll be carrying the headless bat that Ozzy Osbourne bit the head off and on his feet will be the ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz. Tell me you wouldn't pay money to hop on the mobile museum to check it out if it drove into your town. After four very long years I have finally finished my gruelling but also incredibly pleasurable challenge to read every book to win the Edgar Award for Best Novel. I don’t know how I found out about these awards (though I suspect it was just through randomly trawling through Wikipedia) or why I decided to read every winning book but when I sat down to read the first winner “Beat Not The Bones” by Charlotte Jay I couldn’t imagine I wouldn’t finish the challenge until four years later. After nearly half a decade of this on again off again mission, at approximately 16:00 today I finished the final book in the challenge, Notes on an Execution. The final pages of the book depict the last moments of a murderer on death row as he sees the world slip away much like I was watching the final moments of my beautiful four year long task disintegrate before my eyes like a swan in a barrel of acid. I immediately took out my bucket list and struck a line through “Edgar Awards” and breathed a huge sigh of relief before stepping outside to do several interviews with the big news networks and watching all the video messages of congratulations from celebrities such as Lee Ryan from Blue, Justin Lee Collins and The Pope. I’m so glad that this thing is over but at the same time I’m thankful that I’ve been introduced to a lot of amazing writers whose work I never would have gotten to sample if it weren’t for this insane challenge. Starting tomorrow I will begin my new insane challenge of attempting to read every book by the great Philip K Dick.

I watched an episode of The One Show that covered a book award ceremony for children who had written stories made up of 500 words or less. I don't know why but I hate seeing children display talent at an incredibly young age. It's probably because when I was a child I submitted a story for this competition about a nymphomaniac bank manager who constantly takes customers into the bank's giant vault to bang them which I titled "Safe Sex" and not only did it not win but I was forced to undergo counseling and electroshock treatment. One of the winners was this eleven year old kid and he was a right smug little cunt. When the host asked him if he could believe he won he replied in a deadpan fashion “Well yeah because you just said it” and when Alex Jones asked if he would continue writing he said “Well I’m currently writing three stories”. This self-congratulatory bitch is going to end up being the Prime Minister one day isn't he? In twenty years time when I get my well earned OBE for all the great sitcoms I write it's going to be this smarmy gobshite who ruins my day by giving me my medal and commenting "I've never seen your stuff personally but I'm told it's very funny".Tom Hiddleston presented an award but he didn’t do his Robert De Niro impression. I actually want to write a Philip K Dick-style book where Hiddleston runs for president and his only act is to make it punishable by death to watch, share or discuss his De Niro impression ever happened.

[the-firebird69]

Apparently apparently my father is throwing the game because he is an AI addict and he was given something that's well beyond his means I'm going to write it up and send it in and ask people to focus on him I'm going to try and back out of these battles with people and just defend what we have no longer supporting you Trump and mine are not going to and my kids you're lunatic what you doing is insanity and your exhibiting it you look like a f****** weak f** he's making funny all the time oh that's not going to be enough of you to run it and we'll just counter your program if the max aren't there as we have been. I need to hear that too they say they do it globally and pretty soon they won't have to do it in the Eastern hemisphere about 90% of the computers of his are gone. And we did hear that from you this morning and he didn't hear it now this is information it's important. He said it also means that it's Tommy f breaching your matrix it's not you fooling people and he is Octavio and you're not what kind of sick of you saying you are and I know who it is cuz I'm Spider-Man and I actually face you stupid dick and you're a lizard man and you shouldn't be able to do that you idiot you don't have the science at all not even makeshift you're not holding cage you prisoner so I despise you because you are a traitor and you're a loser and you should be brought up in charges and we shouldn't be taking the brunt of what you're doing wrong because you're committing suicide and my friend next door said so and said I used to protect him against you before you had this company program because you're a nutcase that's why what are you doing in westeros insanity you had to do a roof and you refuse to get the right shingles, and you're using him to take over all these companies you said I find out then what you're doing does not make it easier it made it a lot harder and it made it useless and a waste of time whereas we could have gone and said we're stupid and taking it over you just went ahead and spewed all over him that you needed to go and now it's ridiculous Jesus Christ you're an idiot Ricky schroder that too you're acting is non-existent just running around telling people the truth I've got to get away from you who the f*** tells the truth here no one he doesn't tell people stuff not until you can buy with your huge puffed-out chest Mr Crowley yeah that's you too you couldn't even speak English you're so stupid man are you a dumb person. Your crimes are huge there's so many of them I saw was released a little and I picked it up because it's against us and everybody's really pissed off he's been doing to them too I'm going to get you you piece of s*** and I'm going to Mac and I'm going to request that he filed charges and against you against our kind

Dan alicia

We see what it is they try and help him and trying to be good and then doing it he comes by and messes it up says he's jealous he's just doing it cuz he's an a****** that guy's an a****** too a friend here and is Rudy tons of stuff the guys are massive fruit cake for Tommy f and he won't stop doing it and you see him in the future in a bunch of programs sitting there helping Tommy f and I didn't tell you something it's one thing to help him but what time you have does is just wipes them out and he comes back it's disgusting how is he cloning so damn fast. He says there's only a few ways to do it any suspects maybe he has Dave hooked up and is having huge or something and is draining him. And that was spice would do it but we don't find anything like that. What we find is machines that pumps themselves into people and we hooked up a bunch of it and we did it and you can clone real fast but he seems to be able to clone a lot faster with the same equipment we have his formula too it's not that great but it works you're not that fast now by the time we get there they have destroyed some stuff and just see what they destroyed and spice and usually that's the answer but we want to know where he's getting it.

Mac and no Dave's blood doesn't do it we checked it and it slows everything down for some reason not really sure why it's cleaned up too it's bizarre you guys have a bizarre systems like aliens you can't use the alien xenomorph blood either you just end up dead