Barn Anon. Here's another one, my foot is numb cuz dog's sleeping on my lap and I can't move.

Pregnant? His human is pregnant? Gabriel nearly knocks his human over when he rushes to hug her. She's crying? Don't cry, unless it's out of happiness. He purrs and kisses her cheeks, he plucks the pregnancy tests from her hands to look at the results himself. They've made something! Would it be a boy or a girl? He's torn. He's had brothers for the bulk of his life but a little girl that looks exactly like his human?

He purrs happily and peppers her with kisses, good little human, he'll take care of her as her pregnancy progresses. He'll handle all the housework so she can rest and focus on growing their child. Their little miracle. Perhaps it's not as much a surprise to him as it is to her. He is aware of a few of his battle brothers with bonded humans that are "single mothers" with little ones that look suspiciously to those Blood Angels. Maybe it is mostly his fault for not using protection when he's fully aware of this possible end result. But... this can be a little surprise from him to her right?

He rumbles as his human mutters about needing to set up check ups and a nursery. He can handle the nursery, can he go with her for her check ups?

Set after Gabriel's Valentines day special

You feel your leg bounce as you rub the barely visible bulge on your stomach. You know exactly who the father is... given that he was the last person you had sex with. Gabriel coos to your softly sitting on the floor next to you trying his best to comfort you. Oh God you were an Astartes-fucker... and you got pregnant! He rubs your hand as he is certainly feeling your panic rising.

Gabriel should feel guilty as there was a possibility of getting his dear human pregnant but he just wanted to show her how much he loved her and was this not also the greatest way for him to show his love? His eyes flick over to the nurse as she calls her last name and he helps her up.

"Emotional Support Astartis?" She says with a smile and you just nod.

"Yeah I'm a mess of emotions right now." You say softly replying as you worry about people finding out... would someone try to take your kid?

"Well you've got your big guy. Lie down please." You obey and she tucks some of those hospital paper around you and some tucked into the top of your pants as cold get is rubbed on your stomach.

Gabriel watched just cooing happily but internally he was doing his mental checkmarks... he would have to tell the acting chapter master what he had done and then the chief apothecary would want to look her over... and then the small coven of alpha legion that is friendly with the legion? Were they basically a legion again? Either way they would make sure no one suspected anything.

You gasped seeing the blurry blobby mess that was your fetus? kid? You just were surprised to even see something perhaps you were hoping to be told no it was no longer there. You look over at Gabriel and you can tell he's holding his breath his eyes focused on the screen just looking over the little blurry blob with you. You wonder if they would have his red hair...

The visit goes well as you hand Gabriel the ultrasound picture... it doesn't look like much but... you can tell it means a lot to him. For Gabriel as he looks down at the little photo. Of course, the Apothecary would be able to get a clearer picture of their child but he didn't know why... but this was something he was going to cherish.

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts

Dracula who cries into Belmont Reader's shoulder while they make love (he refuses to call it anything less intimate) because he hasn't felt this comfortable about himself since Lisa

He tilts his head back when you trail your mouth down the column of his throat, tears slipping over his temples to soak into his hair. His hips buck to meet your thrusts, driving your cock deeper inside him. Your mussed hair tickles his skin, and your warm breath fans over his collarbones when you groan. Dracula moans in return, running his palm down your spine to pull you closer. He missed this.

He missed you.

Could you do the Hazbins confronting Chaggie for being too loud during you know (please)

Hi, Anon!

Not too much to go off of here, but let's see what I can do.

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Aftermath

Charlie: (sitting mortified in the foyer and covering her face)

Vaggie: (sitting with her arms crossed and scowling)

Hazbins: (all standing in a semi-circle around Charlie and Vaggie)

Niffty: (opens up a letter) Dear, Charlie and Vaggie. While I'm glad you two finally let loose enough to fuck, I'm concerned with the sheer volume-

Vaggie: YOU FUCKERS CALLED US HERE TO GIVE US A SEX INTERVENTION?!?!?! ANGEL IS TEN TIMES LOUDER THAN US!!!

Angel: Vags, this isn't about me. This is about you and Charlie.

stede does not want to sit with his feelings and distress, he wants to feel something else, anything else, which is why he grabs ed and pulls him in. he's killed a man and it's flashed him back to his father and the blood on his face and the knowledge that a man's work is killing and he's a man now isn't he, become a man now to his father's own definition, he was tortured, ed was tortured, he killed a man, he is near to weeping when he grasps for ed, a drowning man seeking something to change his mood.

ed, reading this distress on his face and wanting to comfort him, realizes what he can do to help comfort stede - they can have intimacy. and it's not like he doesn't want intimacy with stede, in general. he does - he loves stede and is attracted to him and wants to reaffirm his well being as well. he nods, he kisses back, he grasps for stede just as tightly. he still has hesitations and doubts, however.

when we cut back to them, we see that ed has lost only his jacket, while stede has lost of shirt and is taking charge, closing the curtain to give them still more privacy. over stede's shoulder, we see the complex expression on ed's face, not wholly enthusiastic, but certainly not despairing or disinterested.

the sex is good, as a physical act, but it's not lovemaking. they have a good time. but in the morning, ed is already regretting it, already knowing it was the wrong choice. he fucks up making breakfast, he tries to broach conversation - but they are in entirely different spaces. this is where ed starts to realize what jackie makes him certain of in her bar: that they do not want the same things.

after all, ed is saying, let's try to avoid near death situations - and stede is saying, with an amused little dismissal, not likely in our line of work. they are at cross-purposes, they are in different head spaces. ed is still living in the discomfort of the night before, the storm on the horizon he fretted over before ned low arrived.

stede, on the other hand, has pushed it all back - has reframed it as part of their line of work, maybe sees all of last night as a bit of an adventure because look! he rescued his crew, his ed, defeated the villain who ruined everything, got to say a cool thing, and then had sexy. good sex!

ed didn't have second thoughts after they got to jackie'z. talking to jackie just made them undeniable.

Aftercare

What a night! But now it is the morning after, and our limbs are tangled up in each other's when we wake up. You wake up as though you're surprised to find me in your arms and you sleepily stroke my body, wrapped around from behind.

I wake up more when you begin to kiss my neck slowly. I moan in response to your gentle touch. While kissing my neck, you bring your fingers down to rub my clit. Slowly, you stroke it.

I moan underneath your touch.

I feel your long dick, hard, dangling between the back of my legs.

You are tugging on my ear with your teeth, and you whisper, "Open your legs, baby, let me put this nut inside you."

You roll me onto my back, and I willingly open my legs for you. You push my legs open wider and mount me, your cock easily finding my dripping hole. Slowly, slide your thick cock into my open, leaking hole.

My hole is still filled with the load you left inside me last night. You moan, fuck, when you realize how wet I am inside, still filled with you. My pussy was meant to take your loads, and I know you can't wait to put another load in my tight cunt. Your cock already feels close to bursting inside of me.

Your full body weight is on top of me, and you place your head between my neck and shoulder. You put your hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, while you rut into me. I moan into your hand and lay there, letting you use me.

"That's a good girl, letting me use this pussy. You want my nut, don't you? You want me to cum in your pussy?"

I try to say yes into your hand but you say, "Shhhhh. I don't care if you want it. This is my pussy and I'm gonna cum inside of it whenever I want to." I groan.

You rut into me harder, pounding my tight, wet hole. I am completely open to you; my tight lubricating pussy milking your cock would tell you.

I am moaning into your hand, writhing underneath you in pleasure.

"That's right, does that feel good? You like when daddy fucks his baby's tight little pussy? This is daddy's pussy. This is daddy's pussy, baby. I'm gonna put my load inside of it. I'm gonna fill you up, baby. You want that?"

I groan and writhe in response underneath you. I am completely open to you, my legs spread wide, my pussy open, you inside it. I am here to take all of your loads.

Your thrusts get more frantic. In between groans, you mutter, "Cum for me. Yiu are mine. This is my puss."

I moan; I love to hear you tell me you own my pussy.

"Tell me," you order, taking your hand off my mouth.

"I am yours, this is your pussy", I moan. "Please, daddyyy," I plead with all the desire in me, showing you how much I want you. How much I want to be filled by you.

"Fuck, fuck!" You pound me hard and deep and then, your cock shoots its first hot burst inside me, followed by more hot, wet bursts inside me, filling me up with your burning load. You hold your cock inside me, all eight inches deep, your hips pressing into my hips, as you unload inside of me. Groaning, you fill my cunt with pleasure. My pussy grips and squeezes your load out, as I cum on your shooting cock.

You collapse on top of me, panting, while your cock continues to pulse inside of me. I feel your cum starting to leak out of my pussy around your cock, down my ass, and all over my thighs. I know I'm going to be a mess.

We catch our breaths, and you say, "Fuck, thank you, baby."

I kiss you and thank you. I want your load in my pussy every morning. You know this and love this.

You hold me tight while you slowly remove your cock from my hole. Your still semi-hard cock slips out of my pussy and I feel your load of cum flood out of my hole. I gasp at how hot it is running down my crack and my legs. My hole feels open and used.

You stand on your knees and look down at me, admiring your work.

"Damn, baby, that is a messy pussy. I love seeing my cum leaking out of you."

As you look down and admire me, I watch your cock grow to harden once again…

also re: my dean + sex work post, and especially the quote from 1x08 where dean's talking abt making money through non-legal ways like hustling and scamming and he says, "it's what we were raised to do" and then connecting that to the scene in 1x20 where john tells dean "you know what to do" cut to-- dean playing monster bait (and being nonconsensually kissed by a vampire) and then connecting that to the cut line from 14x14 where dean tells cas that john used to make him play the wide-eyed hitchhiker routine as monster bait on hunts. dean was groomed from a young age by john to see his body as nothing more than a tool and weapon. he learned from a young age that his body is an object. he is daddy's blunt little instrument. he is something that can be used for a purpose and then discarded. he's repeatedly used as a soldier and weapon by john when he's needed and then abandoned and neglected when he's not. and i think that mentality absolutely influenced how he saw his body in relation to sex and sex work. and i'm not saying sex work can't be empowering or positive for some people but in dean's specific case and circumstances it wouldn't have really been a choice but more a desperate last ditch option. but one that he doesn't even waver much on because of all these prior experiences that have primed him for being objectified. like he's already had so much of his personhood stripped, he'd already been objectified as a weapon, seeing himself as expendable and only useful when he's being used. all of this made him so vulnerable and desensitized in a way that sex work for survival wouldn't even be a huge jump for him. it's another way he can be useful and make sure he's providing for his brother and fulfilling his number one job as caretaker.

Via @loustat-0 for no special reason. ^^

Optimus and Megatron looked at each other their paint smears and their armies. They are both blushing and venting heavily.

"We shall never speak of this again, Megatron."

"On this we agree, Prime!"

And out from left feild two wrenches conect with the helms of the leaders of the two factions. "Not untill after we scan for ITVs and newsparks you two afthelms!" Ratchet bellowed more wrenchs brandished like shrikun.

"And I want the helm and array of whoever thought it would be a good idea to ruffie both factions!" Starscream screached.

"It would be most efficient to make a joint inquiry and punishment," Prowl added.

"Soundwave: Concurs, acertain culprit and damages. Then Never speak of this again."

Yes

Yessss

They will speak of this again, we know it.

Ratty's right though, and it's amazing to see him bring both of the faction leaders to heel.

Mmmhm and we watch as they hunt down who is at fault (we know it's Shockwave but do they know it was?)

Sneak Peek: Shipping and Handling Ch 1

SERIES MASTERLIST | HAND(S) OFF MASTER | STORY LINK

Story Summary: Whether it's fair or not, you and Steve are chemically linked. The circumstances may have been unusual, but they aren't impossible to replicate, meaning there could be other couples going through the same thing. Dr. Bruce Banner has asked the two of you to submit to a series of tests over a period of weeks, tests that are meant to keep the side-effects you're experiencing at a minimum, but which also mean you'll be seeing more of each other.

As the days pass, two things become clear: proximity doesn't lift the ardor as much as Banner expected... and though you try to keep it to themselves, both you and Steve feel just as emotionally drawn to each other as you are physically. Are those feelings also prompted by Mistress? Is there any way to figure it out ethically? Will the new way you're both seeing Bucky make things worse... or better?

Length/Warnings: snippet is 530 / this is a horny (but not sexual) snippet, minors DNI

The guy at the security counter calls the apartment with a dubious expression that makes you worried about just how much like a vagabond you look, but eventually nods and directs you to an elevator.

“He’ll meet you in the hallway,” the man says, leaning into the elevator car once you’ve boarded to call out a code phrase you don’t recognize. He gives you one last once-over and adds, “It changes every week.”

When the door closes, your imperfect reflection in the silver coating has you scrambling to adjust the moist cling of your blouse on your breasts. Unkempt twists of hair are glued to your cheeks and forehead with perspiration, and you’d completely forgot that for an easy ego boost, you always apply performance-quality red lipstick for final rehearsal.

In short, the security guy had a point.

The doors open before you get a chance for a last once-over after your adjustments. The best you can do is a weird crossed-arms stance with your hands spread wide to obscure just how lovingly your damp red top is cupping your assets.

Thankfully, the man standing in the hallway is Bucky Barnes.

You rush out, dropping your hands to gesture at yourself with one as you laugh into the other. “Do you see this?” you ask, eyes wide. “I guess I’m lucky the guard downstairs didn’t call the cops instead of the apartment!”

Bucky trails his piercing blue eyes along your outfit, his expression impassive. For the first time ever in his presence, you feel a little objectified, but you shake that off. After all, you told him to look-- and given the growing appreciation in his gaze, he’s at least giving you a bit of a self-esteem boost. When Bucky’s finished, having followed through by taking in your pencil skirt and crimson sandals with his head tipped to the side, he finally looks you in the eyes.

“Nice toenail polish,” he smirks.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” you gripe under your breath. “Please tell me you have a shirt I can borrow? They still have the heat on at the venue, Babs is tearing out her hair. If the forecast is right about how hot it’ll be tomorrow night, we’ll have to hand out free cups of ice to keep an audience.”

“Yeah, but we got a gauntlet to run before that,” he tells you. The apartment door’s open, and he stands to the side, gesturing for you to precede him.

“If it’s related to another set of metal doors and a scary British man telling me to hide, I’ll just walk home, spring heatwave or not.”

“She’s here?” Steve says from inside. He comes out right as you walk over, and both of you stop within inches of each other. “You’re late,” he says-- but the tone of his voice is the exact same stressed, desperate, needy one you’ve tried not to fondly remember. The words, ‘Oh, Steve, if you’re going for ‘stern,’ be careful! hover up as a possible response, but you can’t imagine saying them in anything other than your flirty lounge singer persona, and that would cross too many lines, especially today.

just re the ask about kendall sleeping with older men: im a bi kendall truther but imo kendall's general attraction to men is 100% packed tightly in the big box in his mind where he puts all the shit he compartmentalizes. i truly think the only guy he believes he's ever been attracted to is stewy and that's just because he rationalizes to himself that "it's just stewy and it's undeniable that stewy is hot". i find it hard to imagine that he would feel remotely safe or comfortable enough to allow himself have sex with any other men (even while high/drunk), let alone someone who could have the tiniest potential to remind him of logan. your point about it traumatising him is spot on

totally heard, i flip flop between the two a lot. i feel like i can definitely see kendall compartmentalizing gay sex so much that he PEMDAS’s himself into some weird ‘this isn’t gay sex because im not gay. im just getting off’ thinking. but also kendall would aaaaaabsolutley love the brand of homophobia that is ‘im not gay i just like ✨you✨’ or ‘im not attracted to stewy because he’s a man im attracted to him because it’s stewy’

criminal minds season 2 is literally just. mind melting unimaginable personal trauma. two episodes later it's never mentioned again <3

Pomni and Ragatha fall in love, but then immediately abstract the moment they realize that they can't have sex in the digital world.

imagine a double date, suguru with reader and satoru with sukuna (it was all satoru's idea, sukuna and suguru are confused af and reader is just vibing)

AHHHHHHH YOU GET IT ANON (i have something similar to this in the works 🤭🤭🤭 it’s a silly lil roadtrip)

but this idea is so funny bc satoru is like guys let’s go on a double date :D and suguru is like… who are YOU gonna bring anyways you’re not dating anybody… cut to sukuna already sitting at the restaurant smirking at suguru 😭 satoru is footing the whole bill so that’s why sukie was like yeah idgaf i’ll join and he makes sure to sit next to reader to annoy BOTH suguru and satoru 🤭🤭🤭 sukuna: hey, try some of this pasta it’s delicious *he feeds reader w his fork while side eye smirking satosugu* meanwhile suguru’s eye is twitching out of anger and satoru’s **** is twitching bc he’s a cuck WHO SAID THAT……………….. ahem . back 2 the idea though!

i love that the consensus is that reader is just vibing and happy to be there bc that really is so them 😭 just unbothered and sexy <333 (sukie deffo out loud calls the desserts shitty btw he’s like my desserts are way better) and satoru is like ahahaha yeahhhh they areeeee ^.^ (he’s trying to get into sukuna’s pants) and suguru is just like… mentally telling sukuna to kill himself while also being really doting and romantic to reader (suguru & sukuna both dote on them and they’re both trying to get a rise out of the other one, moreso sukuna than suguru) and JEJDJDJDJ honestly at the end of the dinner satoru probably would proposition a foursome idk he just would

[huge dramatic sigh] hhgggggg...... it's. how common it is for female villains to be the scorned brutalised woman whose anger & rage is explicitly tied (whether skillfully/respectfully or tastelessly) to her being a victim of gendered violence in some way - sexual assault or rape*. idk like theres so much to say about this but off the top of my head rn what I'm thinking is that its both very trite & overdone & unoriginal & also ultimately kinda disrespectful/not saying much of anything when it comes to the reality of being vulnerable to being targeted for types of sexual violence (which comes with any marginalisation in general). like this woman was sexually abused how sad :( but now you [generic protag dude] must kill her brutally because she's too angry abt it & also now evil & insane. okay.

*i didnt know how to add this into the sentence without it being a big jumble but the other thing is how much this trope of fictional women are also defined by being sexually (hyper)active/desired by others & (more specifically to this trope) being manipulative & deceitful & untrustworthy specifically through their sexuality & the act of having sex/performing sexual acts. this mix where sex & sexuality is 1) something violent imposed on [this/a woman] and/or 2) bad & wrong & destructive/corruptive when she is the one actively pursuing it (& of course the secondary aspect to this is that she always pursues it for nefarious reasons & ambitions, as a tactic & never as a part of like a normal sexual appetite & desire for sexual pleasure).

The confusing part of it all was that Shisui hadn’t been the one to start it—that was Itachi.

The confusing part of it all was that Shisui hadn't been the one to start it--that was Itachi. It was Itachi who had pressed him against the wall of their cheap room in some back alley inn near the border and kissed him until Shisui thought he was getting light-headed, each touch sharp and demanding and brutally precise. It was Itachi who grabbed Shisui’s hips in a bruising grip and ground his hips into him, gasping into his mouth at the friction against his already hard cock. It was Itachi who fisted Shisui’s hair and pushed him down onto his knees in front of him, whispering out, “Shisui, I need—” just before his voice cracked in surprise as Shisui took him into his mouth. 

Itachi was the one who pushed Shisui onto his back on the small bed in the corner and climbed atop him, Itachi was the one who whispered, “Cum inside,” against Shisui’s jaw, and Itachi was the one who groaned his pleasure when Shisui obeyed, eyelashes fluttering closed as he took in the sensation of Shisui’s seed spilling inside of him. It was all Itachi, from beginning to end, pushing, prodding, demanding more of Shisui with each passing moment.

Which wasn’t to say Shisui hadn’t enjoyed it—that was very decidedly not the problem, and if the borderline desperate noises Itachi had made were any indication, or the way he watched with rapt attention as Shisui kissed his way down his torso, along the back of his thigh, down, down, until his tongue was pressing into him, or the way he clung to Shisui’s shoulders as he rode his cock, practically begging him to move faster, or the way—

Well, suffice it to say that Shisui was quite confident Itachi had enjoyed himself as well, so that wasn’t the problem either. The problem, to the extent that Shisui understood it (which was not at all), was that shortly after an incredibly intense bout mind-numbingly hot sex, Itachi had picked his head up to stare down at Shisui in absolute horror and declared, “That shouldn’t have happened.”

And Shisui had tried not to sound devastated when he answered, “Oh.”

I wonder is that person who keeps asking for Oda hole is the same that said Oda "didn't know Makoto was Tachibana's sister, otherwise he wouldn't have done what he did" and also "Granted, like, willingly stealing someone and selling them into sex slavery is bad, I get that, but we are talking about a game about organized crime. Good intention and good character is very, very subjective here, and I think, overall, Oda wasn't intentionally bad."

Which is honestly so fucked up. Imagine thinking anything that Oda did was okay just because he didn't know who Makoto was, as if him caring for Tachibana cancelled out just how hideous what he did was.

you're gonna have to back it up cause i didnt know there was such an Infamous scoundrel runnin amuck i didn't know this was an iceberg moment

either way what oda did was Pretty Bad ! regardless if whether he would have or would not have bro still did it- also how can be 'intentionally bad' or not when talking about what oda did 💀