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raineydays411 · 1 year

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My Fathers Daughter pt8

The Dinner

summary: It's finally time for the dinner you've been dreading since your arrival, awesome. At least you get to know some of the bat family better than before

Also I forgot if I put the ages for these characters if I did and anyone could tell me that would be awesome.

When you first arrived to Gotham, you weren't really sure what to think.

Like yeah, you knew it was gonna suck cause you were moving in with the woman who deserted you and your father, causing you to grow up faster than you were meant to and giving you trust issues.

And sure, Gotham seems to have some sort of disaster literally every single day of the week.

But at this point, you really would rather chance it with the clown or whatever than sit through this awkward ass dinner.

"ahem"

Everyone eyes shoot to Bruce, who cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence everyone was eating in.

"Y/n" He starts, causing you to groan internally. You were tired of being in the spotlight, especially when you knew half of this family doesn't fuck with you .

"I know I've said this before, but I know how hard sudden life changes like this are. If there's anything you need to be comfortable please let me know. This is your home now too."

You smile slightly, but before you could say anything Damian interrupts you

"Tch, father you say that as if she's a part of this family. We all know shes not."

"Damian, enough." Christine says sternly, " You've been difficult the whole day. Leave your sister alone."

"Oh please Mother, she's no blood of mine nor yours" he says absent minded

This was your chance.

"Well she actually pushed me out so..." You say taking a sip of your drink. You relished in the reactions from around the table

Jason snorted so hard his drink spilled

Dick looked disgusted and amused at the same time.

Tim looked disgusted but thats cause Jasons snort water managed to splash him from across the table. But the best reaction was from Damian and Cass. They just looked straight up angry.

Angry at the thought of their mother pushing you our of her cooch. Which was the most hilarious thing to you.

"How dare you speak about our mother like that? Have you no respect?"

"Dude, I'm gonna be honest I cannot take you seriously while you talk like an Asgardian. Get with the century Tiny Tim."

Another snort comes from Jason, " You know what kid, you're alright with me"

"I'm nineteen." You deadpan

"You look like you're twelve" Jason snarks

You pause for a bit before saying, "I'll tell you what you look like but you won't like it."

"Okay children, enough." Christine says, " Y/n, how do you like the room?"

"It's... very Addams family chic." You say, not really trying to be rude, " But if I'm being honest it's gonna take some getting used to."

"Well, you have free reign to decorate it anyway you'd like." Christine says, " In fact, we can make a day out of it!"

You physically have to stop yourself from cringing, " Um, yeah.. that sounds interesting, Or i can just order everything off amazon, no hassle."

" Oh it's no bother, it would give us some time to catch up" Christine says excitedly, " Oh we can make it a girls day, you and me!"

You feel someone glaring daggers into your head, as you turn you make eye contact with Cass.

Oh great, another Damian.

"Um.." You were never good in uncomfortable situations. Usually you would signal to your dad or Pepper and they'd find a way to get you out of it.

Even if you were good at navigating through uncomfortable situations, you doubt that anyone would know that to do in these circumstances.

"I mean some of the stuff I can only get online anyways so.." You say awkwardly.

You see Christine deflate and then more glares from the peanut gallery. Honestly its starting to get old.

" You know if you two keep glaring at me, your face will get stuck like that. " You say sarcastically, " Honestly doesn't it hurt to have such a sour face all the time? You're gonna get some crazy frown lines"

But before either Damian or Cass could respond, Bruce stood with a " Okay then! Y/n, how about you take my credit card and get whatever you need online, then your mother will take you AND Cass shopping"

Oh, this was a rich dads way of saying shut up.

"Great a whole day with Wednesday and Morticia." you mutter as Alfred takes your barely touched plate, " Thanks Lurch."

Alfred looks semi amused at the comparison. At least he appreciates your wit.

"Hey" A voice calls to catch your attention, it was Jason.

"I'll take you to your bedroom while Alfred cleans up, don't need you getting lost."

You look at him suspiciously, but take his offer wanting to be alone.

"If you kill me, there's gonna be a lot of pissed off superhero's on your ass." You say following him out of the room.

"Trust me princess, I'm not the one you have to worry about killing you." Jason scoffs.

"Yeah the little ones look like they might stab me in the shower." You say with a wince, " What did i do to them anyway?"

" Trust me its not you." Jason says, " They are the the easiest to be around, there's a wall there." He gestures to his heart.

"Ah"

"But if I'm being honest, finding out about you has been a shock to all of us." He says," I honestly thought Ma couldn't have kids."

You snot cruelly, " Yeah well finding out about all of you hasn't been easy for me either."

"I bet. You know, most of us haven't had much luck with mothers or families. That's why we're here."

"I have a family. A pretty good one too."

"I'm just saying I understand why you'd be angry. I was for a long time. I think sometimes I still am." Jason says before stopping, " Well here we are. If you tell anyone I told you that I'll deny it and they'll believe me."

"Thanks." You simply say, " It's nice to not hate one person that lives here."

And with that you go into the your room and close the door.

#batfam x batsis #batfam x reader #bruce wayne x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark imagine #crossover #marvel and dc #jason todd x reader insert #jason peter todd

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Prompt 89 please

Hi Bestie!!

Thank you for this request! This was a fun one, I decided to do the DBF!Joel and Reader I did a one shot about a few weeks back. You can find that here for context but you can definitely just read this sucker all on its own.

Long Distance

You and Joel have been making long distance work but this week, things hit a bit of a snag.

Written from Prompt 89: “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (Same couple as DBF!Joel from Homecoming)

Warnings: SMUT! Masturbation (female), Oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV sex (wrap it up y'all!) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 2.5K

If you were going to make a list of things that sucked, you knew exactly where you’d start.

It used to be delays on the L making you late for work and the grocery store around the corner from your apartment being sold out of your favorite wine.

Now?

Distance. Long distance.

Long distance really fucking sucked.

Especially when you were stuck working with your ex and - not that it was a competition - but you’d totally won the breakup. Joel was so much hotter than your ex it wasn’t even funny.

Well, it was kind of funny.

It was also kind of funny how much better he was in bed, even if he had more than a decade on you - and anyone else you’d ever dated, for that matter.

Not to mention the fact that you were fucking crazy about the guy. Even if he was your dad’s best friend and you were trying to keep the fact that you spent half of your visits home to Austin across the street at Joel’s getting absolutely destroyed a secret.

“Your daddy’s gonna fuckin’ knock the shit out of me one of these days,” Joel muttered, still panting for breath as he lay next to you on the living room floor on your last visit. “I’ll deserve it, too, all the things I do to you…”

“All the things I beg you to do to me you mean,” you smirked a little.

“Fuckin’ dirty girl,” he growled.

You glanced at him, wicked gleam in your eye.

“Only for you,” you smirked.

“Damn right only for me,” he said, and he was on you again.

Normally, you made it work. You talked every day. The distance had been kind of nice for actually getting to know each other better. You hung out plenty when you visited but there was a limit to just how much you could get away with not being with your parents when visiting your parents. At least not without having an excuse - an excuse that neither you or Joel were ready to give quite yet. And when time was limited and Joel was there, his arms on display in those t-shirts that had to be tailored they fit so goddamn well and his eyes looking at you like he was starving and you were his favorite meal, talking wasn’t always on the top of the list.

You were kind of surprised at how fast he’d become your best friend considering he lived more than 1,000 miles away. You’d become experts at the watch party function on Amazon Video, the two of you regularly watching a movie or working your way through a TV show while video chatting (frequently needing to rewind a few minutes when you got sidetracked talking) and you now had a usual way to set up your tablet at your breakfast bar so it was like the two of you were having dinner together.

This week, however, he’d been all but MIA. He was still texting you periodically - always a good morning and good night and a check in part way through the day to see how things were going - but your usual phone dates had been ditched.

“I’m so sorry, I’m just too slammed tonight,” Joel texted one night, only about 10 minutes before the call was supposed to start. “I have to get this project plan done.”

“It’s pushing 9,” you texted back, trying to not sound like a total ass about it.

“I know,” he replied. “Trust me, I ain’t happy about it either.”

“Have fun with work,” you texted back, grinding your teeth.

You’d checked the group chat you had with your girlfriends and saw where a few of them were going out that night. You put on a cute dress, did your hair and make-up and went to the bar. You took a selfie with one of your friends and cocktail in your hand - your tits looking particularly good in this dress - and posted it to Instagram with the caption “Ladies nights are the best nights.”

Joel texted you 20 minutes later.

“Low blow, Princess.”

You smirked and texted back.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

He’d canceled every other night that week, too. You got the feeling he was keeping something from you and you didn’t like it. You had a three day weekend that weekend and had mentioned maybe coming down to visit weeks ago but Joel had asked you not to.

“Not even really worth the trip,” he said. “Don’t want you goin’ through all that trouble…”

Your boss let you off a few hours early Thursday afternoon and you went home, a little frustrated about the fact that you didn’t have plans for the weekend. You’d been kind of hoping Joel would reach out and see if you wanted to do a movie marathon or something one day but it hadn’t come up. But you’d left the weekend wide open. Like an idiot.

“So stupid,” you muttered, unzipping your skirt and unbuttoning your silky blouse. But when you caught sight of yourself in your full length mirror, you felt… well, like you looked damn good. Your hair and makeup were surprisingly intact after your commute home, the bra you had on was one of your favorites…

You left your thigh high stockings on and slipped your feet back into your heels and you struck a pose in front of the mirror, your shirt open to reveal a glimpse of the black lace bra with matching panties. You snapped the photo and texted it to Joel.

“Hope your day is going well.”

You took off the shirt and turned around in the mirror, so you could see just how well the black lace thong highlighted the shape of your ass. You took a photo of that, too.

“I got off work early,” you typed, sending that photo along, too.

You posed carefully, looking up at the camera almost like you would if you were on your knees in front of him to suck him off, aligning things so he had the perfect view of your cleavage.

“Too bad I don’t have anything to do.”

You took off the bra then and got one of your more… sizable toys from your nightstand, the one that reminded you most of Joel, and you lay down on the bed. You carefully arranged things and framed up the shot, making it so he could just see the burgundy tint of your lips, the way your necklace fell into the hollow of your throat and the toy set between your breasts.

“Figured I’d take care of things myself since you’ve got better things to do.”

You tossed your phone to the corner of the bed and slipped off your panties, fantasizing about everything Joel had done to you the last time you’d come to visit, fucking yourself hard but not feeling particularly satisfied when you were done.

You sighed and cleaned the toy and put on some leggings and a tank top with a hoodie you’d stolen from Joel and realized that you’d spent the last two hours in your own head with your fingers rubbing your clit and you had no idea what to have for dinner. You retrieved your phone from where it had gotten kicked onto the floor mid-orgasm and realized you had a bunch of missed calls and texts from Joel.

“Going better now, Princess,” the first text said. “But take it easy on me, heading into a meeting.”

“Oh shit,” you winced. He was probably somewhere without great signal, everything was showing as sent on your end by the time he started replying.

It only got worse from there.

“Baby, you are sexy as hell but now ain’t the time,” the next text said. “Please listen and cool it, I have to present.”

“What did I just say?”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

“ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE PRINCESS.”

You checked your voicemail, putting it on speaker as you winced.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Yeah, you had. That… that was exactly what you’d done.

“I get that you’re pissed at me right now, Baby, but fuckin’ hell, you can’t just do that shit! Next time I see you, you’re gonna regret that.”

You tried to call him back and apologize - or at least explain - but it went straight to voicemail.

“Apparently not that important to you,” you muttered, tapping the phone on your hand and going to find a movie to watch, one that Joel would hate so you’d keep yourself busy and not feel like you were missing out.

When you started feeling hungry, you went in and ordered enough Indian food on Uber Eats to last you the weekend and went to pick the next movie to watch. But it was only about 15 minutes after you’d ordered that there was a knock on your door. You frowned.

“That was suspiciously fast,” you muttered, going for the door and not bothering to look through the peep hole.

But it wasn’t the delivery guy standing there.

It was Joel.

“What!” You yelped, launching yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck. He caught you, his arms going around your waist as you kissed all the parts of his skin you could reach. “What the hell are you doing in Chicago? I thought you were busy this weekend…”

“Tryin’ to surprise you,” he muttered into your shoulder. “Been tryin’ to cram a week’s worth of work into four days so I could see you…”

“Joel!” You leaned back from him and he set you back on the ground. “You should have said something!”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He asked as you pulled him into your apartment. He set his bag down on the couch and draped his jacket on the back of one of your bar stools. “Now, you really sittin’ up here thinkin’ I was losin’ interest? That why you sent me those photos?”

“Maybe…” you said, sheepish.

“How about I go fix that,” he said, tugging you tight to his body and kissing you deeply.

You pulled him back to your bedroom, pulling at his clothes on the way. He slid the hoodie off of you and frowned.

“This mine?” He asked. You shrugged, smiling a little. “Been lookin’ for that.”

“I look better in it,” you replied.

He laughed.

“Well that’s the fuckin’ truth.”

He pushed you back onto the bed and immediately pulled your leggings down your body, tossing them on the chair in the corner before he all but dove between your legs, spreading your thighs wide.

“Look at this,” he ran a thumb over your wet slit. “My messy girl, takin’ matters into her own hands…”

You whimpered.

“Thinkin’ you might have gotten your fill earlier,” he said, brushing your clit with his thumb. “Thinkin’ this should all be for me, now. Since you sent me all those dirty pictures and I haven’t had a chance to take care of a damn thing. Been hard for you for fuckin’ hours…”

He licked along your seam, from your grasping entrance up to your clit before thrusting his tongue inside you, the move harsh and insistent.

“Joel!” You gasped, your hand going to his head, fingers digging into his curls. He just moaned against you, his thumb working your clit as he devoured you.

He knew exactly how to get you off and he did everything to bring you right to the edge before pulling back again and again, your whole body tense and needy. You whimpered and keened as he unzipped his jeans, pulling his dripping length out and rubbing it while kneeling between your thighs. You squirmed, trying to find something - anything - to give you some friction.

“Havin’ problems there, Princess?” He asked, his mouth shiny with your slick. “Wonder what that’s like, bein’ stuck lookin’ at exactly what you want and not in a position to do a damn thing about it…”

“I’m sorry,” you moaned. “I didn’t get your texts until after all mine had sent, I swear I wasn’t trying to be THAT mean!”

“Oh, so just a little mean?” He asked, lowering himself so his cock was brushing against your sex. “That all?”

“Just…” you panted and rocked your hips, trying to get him to properly fuck you. “Just wanted to make you want me…”

“Always wantin’ you,” he said, snapping his hips forward and filling you totally in one move. You gasped, your cunt starting to squeeze and pulse around him. He grunted at the feeling of it, one of his hands flying to your clit, working you through your orgasm. “Fuck, that’s right Baby, take it…”

“Fuck, Joel,” you moaned, almost crying with the force of your orgasm.

He started to fuck you - really fuck you - before it was over, your body immediately tightening around him again, not even a second of relief from your release.

“Told you you were gonna regret it,” his voice was harsh, rough. He lifted your legs so your ankles were by his shoulders, running his hands over your calves and thighs, getting even deeper into you with his new angle. “Fuck you feel good, not gonna last long…”

He drove into you hard and unrelenting, like he was trying to push himself fully into your overwrought body. One of his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding the backs of them to his stomach, while the other had reached between your legs to work your clit and you cried out at the contact, the feeling almost too much, your body almost too tight around him.

“Gonna cum on those perfect fuckin’ tits,” he panted. “Make sure you know how much I fuckin’ want you, even when I’m not around…”

You came around him with a pathetic cry and he fucked you through this orgasm, too, before he all but ripped himself from your body and leaned over you, jerking his cock with your slick just twice before spilling himself over your chest. He collapsed beside you, panting for breath.

“Jesus Christ,” you said once you were able to form words again.

“Missed you too, Baby,” he said, still a little breathless.

You smiled a little.

“So you’re saying that if I want you to come and fuck me senseless, all I have to do is send you nudes when you’re busy?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. He looked back, glaring at you.

“Swear to God Princess…” he looked like a predator about to pounce and you felt the heat that you’d thought you’d exhausted gather low in your stomach again when there was a knock at your front door.

You laughed.

“That would be dinner,” you said. “Would you mind getting that? I’m a bit of a mess…”

He pulled his pants on and grabbed his shirt.

“Saved by bell,” he winked. “But I think we’re gonna need to finish this conversation later…”

You smiled.

“Looking forward to it.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #follower celebration

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skzdreams · 1 year

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Wrapping Gifts with Lee Know

pairings: fem reader x lee know

summary: you and your boyfriend try your best to keep your hands off eachother and actually get an important task done

warnings: nipple play, neck kissing, hickeys, rough sex, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!!), lmk if i missed anything

word count: 1.5k

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“I know we are…a bit behind schedule, but let’s get started.” You huffed, exhausted from the absolute railing you just got from Minho.

You were literally about to fall asleep as you both layed there, Minho cradling you like a big baby, kissing your forehead, basically giving you his oh so perfect aftercare that you love a little too much.

You and your boyfriend Minho were supposed to be all ready for the holidays. Gifts wrapped and ready to be given out to friends and family.

It was already the 27th and you guys haven’t touched the amazon boxes in the foyer.

To be fair…you did have a few setbacks.

Like on the 22nd when you guys were supposed to be wrapping gifts, you were bent over the kitchen counter, getting your back blown out by your oh so precious boyfriend.

After you guys were done with that it was still fairly early so there definitely could have been time to wrap gifts.

But thennn you found yourself in the shower with Minho, going right back at it.

By the time you both were finished fucking like bunnies, it was already past midnight and god knows no one was touching any wrapping paper.

That next morning, you both planned on getting started. You were determined, actually. But then Minho got to kissing your neck, then collar bone.

Then somehow your shirt was off and he was sucking on those sensitive nipples of yours.

Next thing you knew he was under the comforter, eating you out like he hasn’t had a meal in days.

And you guys….getting distracted like this kept happening all the way up until right now. The morning of December 27th.

And you both still haven’t learned your lesson, obviously.

You got up, got halfway dressed and went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

Minho’s lazy ass was still in bed groaning and moaning about not feeling like getting up and wrapping anything yet.

You looked over and saw all of those boxes that needed wrapping and you intended on getting it done today.

There were at least over 7 boxes because Minho has a pretty large but very close friend group, consisting of 8 guys including him. You bought a few things for your friends as well.

Of course you and Minho opened your gifts for each other on Christmas Day but you guys didn’t give a single thought about wrapping anyone else’s gifts.

So there was a lot of work to be done and you needed to get it done, and you needed Mr. Sleepyhead in the bedroom to get up and help you.

You opened your mouth to call for your boyfriend but before you said anything, Minho walked in, dressed in a black t-shirt and flannel pjs, hair a fluffy brown pile on his head.

“Well don’t you look adorable.” You said, playfully. “We really need to get to work baby.”

He walked closer to you, yawning loud and obnoxiously in a way that should get on your nerves but it never does.

He leaned in and gave you a kiss on your lips, tasting so sweet.

You hummed into the kiss, getting lost a bit.

“Mmmm baby do we have to?” Minho asked, pulling away from the kiss. His voice was so raspy and that was the only thing you focused on, barely registering what he’d just said.

You just stared up at him looking into his eyes, admiring his perfect facial structure.

You were finally brought back down to Earth when Minho looked at you confused, eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh..uh…ye- yea we do.” You said, smiling up at him.

“I mean I guess so. People are going to be so confused if we give them Christmas gifts in April, right?” He laughed.

You smiled, amused. “Exactlyyyy so let’s get started, hm?”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Fineeeee.”

You both worked together hauling boxes from the front door to the living room.

When all of your supplies were all set up, you guys got to work.

Cutting, taping, wrapping. It was like a two-man factory in your living room.

“I’m gonna go get some water, I’ll be right back.” He said getting up and heading toward the kitchen.

You turned around for a second to say “Okay!” Then snapped back around and got straight back to work.

Then you felt Minho behind you.

You were sitting on your knees and Minho came behind you, copying the position you were in.

He held your hips in his hands and began kissing your neck.

He knew what that did to you. How him pressing kissing into your neck drove you crazy.

“Minho.” He kept kissing your neck, his breath picking up. “Minho.” You repeated. “We really shouldn’t.” But you didn’t stop him.

He hummed and whispered into your ear “And why not.” You moaned at the way his warm breath hit your skin, making your ear and side of your neck tingle.

He lifted your shirt off, exposing your breasts. “Oh baby.” He whispered again.

He cupped your breasts in his hands from behind you which made you arch your back against him.

You felt his boner growing in his pants. You couldn’t help but grind against it.

You were both growing needier by the second. He was grinding back up into your ass, probably trying to get some type of relief from that throbbing boner of his.

There you guys were, a pile of dry humping, moaning and heavy breathing on the living room floor. You guys were getting “distracted”. Again.

Can’t you guys control yourselves? I mean seriously, you can’t even take out an hour, two at most to get something done.

He turned you around and pinned you to the floor as gently as he could. But he was so desperate, he was getting a bit rough.

He went back to kissing your neck, but this time, 10x more aggressive. He was licking, sucking, and even left a few marks on your collarbone.

Your chest was smack against his.Your nipples got hard from the friction. He noticed that, which made your tits hard to ignore. Not like he was going to ignore them anyway.

He kissed his way down until your entire right nipple was in his mouth. You arched your back against the carpet, yelping in pleasure. He then switched to your left nipple, feeling the air hit the wet coldness of your right one.

He picked you up off the floor abruptly and threw you on the couch.

You both giggled as he came in and kissed you again.

By now, his dick was rock hard. It was to the point where his bulge looked like it was about to pierce through his pajamas.

He couldn’t control himself. He pulled down your white lace panties with all his force.

Your pussy was glistening with wetness.

You looked at Minho who was basically drooling.

You both exchanged this….look. You both knew what you wanted right now. And you needed it badly. “Take me. Fuck me and just use me like I’m your toy. Please Minho.” You said, already out of breath at the thought of it.

In one swift movement, his cock was out. The tip was already leaking so much precum and was a hot pinkish red color. He was so hard and big. Even though you have seen it before, many, many times before, it looked so good. And you wanted it buried deep inside you.

He looked into your eyes as he pushed his cock deep inside of you. Both of you let out a huge gasp, getting used to the delicious stretch.

He was already breathing so hard and moaning like crazy.

And you were….a mess. You were moaning, squealing, arching your back, rolling your eyes back, literally going crazy.

He began to pick up his pace until he was rutting into you hard and fast.

You both were a screaming, sweating mess right there on the couch. “Ohhhh my god, baby you feel so fucking good oh my fucking goodddd.” He groaned out, voice strained. You felt your core clench around him. You were getting so close and needed to cum. “Minho ugh I- I’m gonna cumm.” That was all he needed.

He started pounding into you harder and faster than he ever has before. He was grunting with every thrust, trying so hard to make you cum.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, trying to pull yourself as close to him as possible.

You let go around his cock. But he wasn’t stopping. He kept fucking into you like he had lost his mind or something. “L- let me- let me cum in you please please y/n please please oh my god.” All you could do was nod your head because words just would not come out. With a loud moan, Minho came into your pussy.

You felt the warm liquid fill up your pussy which made your legs weak.

Minho flipped you on top of him, and started rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings trying to calm you down. You both just layed there on the couch, not caring about the mess you made or the 5 still unwrapped on the floor.

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sirfrogsworth · 4 months

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The Manfrotto Saga Conclusion

You ever go past being upset to the degree it becomes funny?

I finally got the courage to open the email.

And it's bad.

But I actually got a good laugh, so at least there is that.

This is what they sent me...

"Thanks for reaching out. We're sorry to hear that this happened.

Unfortunately, this can happen from time to time. The cost of parts and labor are not usually too bad, but when you add tax and shipping, it can become close to the point of it not being worth it.

We don't usually do this, but as a show of support, I'd like to offer you a 30% coupon code to aid in offsetting the cost of a replacement. The code is good on anything on the Manfrotto website, excluding sale items or close-outs. It will expire in 30 days and is not replaceable."

Yes, it was the tax and shipping that put me over the top. Not the actual repair cost being more than the item is currently selling for as new.

Now, you might be thinking that is the funny part.

The funny part is the 30% coupon.

You might also be thinking, "30% is a decent discount! SCORE!"

But you may have missed the "Manfrotto website" detail.

You see, manufacturer's website pricing is mostly used so the actual retailers can point to those prices and say, "Hey, look at this great sale!" even if that is the item's perpetual price.

So, let's look at this geared tripod head on their website. It's what I would upgrade to if I were to stick with their brand.

So with a 30% discount I am down to about $175. Plus those darn taxes and shipping.

Say, what is this going for on Amazon with free shipping?

So, basically what I've learned is... Manfrotto just sucks.

When I bought this originally, I was a photography noob. I didn't realize they were a bit like the Nickelback of photo gear. Very popular, but most experienced photographers try to avoid them if possible. Mainly because they use proprietary plates. If you need a ball head for landscapes and a fluid head for video and you want to easily switch between them, you need two heads from Manfrotto. They trap you in the ecosystem.

Whereas other brands mostly use "arca swiss" plates which are standardized. You can put one plate on the bottom of your camera and switch to any head from any brand that has that mount.

So I am going to save up for something with an arca swiss mount. Something that isn't fucking Manfrotto. Someone already donated about half of what I need (thank you so much) and I think I am going to sell a few things to cover the rest.

IN THE MEAN TIME... I spent all Friday night digging through my basement. I bought my tripod like 10 years ago and I knew it had some kind of head on it originally. And in the recesses of my stuff I found an old ball head.

And while I hate ball heads and think they are a pain in the ass, it will do everything I need at the moment.

Also, it doesn't wiggle.

My big upset about all of this was mostly how wasteful it is. They are going to trash something that can be fixed because they have purposely marked up the parts to force people to buy a new thing. It does not cost Manfrotto $127 to make the parts needed. I'd be surprised if it cost them $10 for those parts.

And it is my big fear that if we win the "Right to Repair" fight, all manufacturers are just going to mark up their parts like this.

But the repair company seems a little scummy as well. I emailed them before I sent in the head for repair. I showed them the video and they did a basic diagnosis.

"The lever may be loose, or the top housing may be damaged."

And they were right, the top housing was damaged.

But they didn't say, "Hey, parts for this are super expensive. It may cost over a hundred dollars to fix."

They didn't say, "We charge $30 to ship it back to you."

I suppose I should have asked, but never in my wildest imagination did I think this repair would cost that much. It was just a wiggle!

So, I'll just get something that suits my needs better. I was planning to do that eventually, but this just accelerated those plans.

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hey I saw your tags abt reading the MM book too and I desperately need to hear abt it from more ppl that also shoved it up their ass. Thoughts?

oh brother you have no idea just how many thoughts i have about it.

i really didn't wanna read the book because i knew it was going to make me go insane, but then a friend of mine who i'm trying to force to watch the show (i beg of you martyna. it's so good) decided to get it for me for my birthday.

from the very first few fucking pages i was Perplexed, to put it lightly. i was expecting a light and breezy autobiography with some silly childhood anecdotes and maybe behind the scenes tea about the hollywood crowd. Instead i was served almost 300 pages of trauma dumping, philosophical ruminations and some very TMI info that i wish i never read. i rated this book 5/5 on goodreads btw.

the first thing that really knocked me on my ass was this (i'm ignoring the ketchup story i DON'T want to think about that)

this should've given me an idea about that kind of book this was gonna be. yet i continued on, blindly, thinking, okay maybe he just wanted to get that out there. more power to him. whatever. (not really).

then the motherfuckers starts explaining his little philosophy, the titular green lights, right? and i'm like, yeah. i agree. you're correct. but why did it take you 50 years to figure this out? i'm 24 and i've been living by this very logic for years. Anyways. i continue reading.

now, bro spends half the book trying to convince us his parents were NOT abusive. i disagree. i think he has stockholm syndrome. i hope he's in therapy. i don't wanna think about this either.

now, this is where i started catching on that he was lying to me. i know it took me an embarrassingly long time, but i was giving him the benefit of the doubt. the undead parrot and the 13 story tree house, however, was what made me go Wait A Damn Minute.

yeah, turns out this book isn't a memoir, it's a mix between a magical realism novel, a self help handbook and a philosophical treaty. served to you on really nice paper (i mean Really nice. i appreciate that) with important words in bold, italics or even sometimes in green (which i appreciate even more, since i am tragically dyslexic).

after establishing that all men do is, in fact, lie, i gained a different outlook on the whole thing (i swear i need to read it again, this time in full englit major mode, make some notes and dissect this thing like it's shakespeare).

i like how candid he is about kind of getting lucky with the whole famous thing. he really took that slutty slutty waist and peculiar bone structure of his and said I'm Gonna Make A Career Out Of This. good for him.

he is, however, just a man, and at the end of the day, you can really tell he sees the world through his privilege. the white straight cis christian rich and famous thing kinda sways him into obnoxious territory in some parts, and it had me seething with rage. like, i too would love to go hike through south america because it came to me in a dream. i'd looooove to go visit my favorite unknown artist in a country on the other side of the world. i was half hoping to read about a piranha biting his shlong off when he went skinny dipping in the motherfucking amazon. (un)fortunately, no dice.

the david and goliath story made me chuckle out loud. he makes it Just believable enough to make you think about it. i like being made to think.

the philosophics continue in the form of the single most cursed wall of chicken scratches i ever did see. i sat there, straining my eyes, trying to decipher this shit, and i'm pretty sure he was on something when he wrote it because all of this

could be summed up with "you've gotta leave your comfort zone to learn more about yourself and the world." suck my cock dude.

i Really like how he talks about his wife. but then again, when you look at her, there really isn't any other way of talking about her.

i mean. how the Fuck did his stinky ass pull this goddess. lucky bastard.

now, the 3ish pages where he talks about filming the show (which was the whole reason i even started reading) are criminally underwhelming. i was hoping for a sneak peak into that elusive 450 page manuscript (i will Steal your laptop matthew. watch out), but instead i got a one liner of him being like i wanna play rusty because he's the specialest little girl in the whole entire world and the producers going yeah fine. THAT'S IT. still mad about this, especially because after that he hits you with the love letter to new orleans. i mean be serious. he should Not be allowed to write shit like that.

to summarize, i think he might be a genius, or he might be insane. he is probably both. i want to shove this book up his ass for many reasons, for example him making me learn the names of his kids (i hate knowing things about celebrity kids. leave them out of this) or for making me agree with him. because i do. agree. I don't appreciate his continued efforts to convert me to christianity and i think he's disgustingly obnoxious in some places, but the truth is he has a real cool outlook on a lot of things and i'm very mad that i now respect this bastard for more than his acting skills. i would like to buy him a six pack and listen to him talk about it. i'd love to argue with him, too. i can recommend this book to everybody who feels like they need to experience some psychic damage and maybe an existentialist crisis alongside it. on Very Nice Paper.

#i can never think about lord byron the same #damn you matthew #banger of a read for realsies #ask #matthew mcconaughey

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SEX WORDS - one shot - mickey mouse x goofy

In a world full of shade, be the light. He was always there for me, watching, guiding, teasing. I always wanted him, needed him, but he was in love with someone else, Minnie “Bitchie” Mouse. I hated her for taking him away from he, but I never knew what was going to happen THAT night…

I heard Mickey Mouse had found a job at my local coffee shop. I went in there just to see him, to hear him panting as he was running around chasing orders. I wanted to hear him whimper by the stress of working.

‘Hey, Goofy. Want anything?’ he said in a soft demeanor

‘Only if it’s long, hard, thick…’ i said as bussy was winking at the chair through my pink lace panties

“So a long espresso?”

“Sure, a long espresso.”

I secretely placed online orders so his work load would be high, he had no choice but to ask me for help.

“Goofy. I need your help. I just got 69 orders on Gloovo. Please, help me”

I went in right ahead. We were working for a few minutes, then he asked me to grab something from the counter beneath him. Without no hesitation, I pulled his Mickey Mouse Black Diaper Available on Amazon off and started sucking his mousey dick. He was squeeking like a mouse and then he asked me to follow him. He was buck-naked, dick out, anus out, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to fuck me raw like the little doggy that I am…

“I want to strech your tight little dogussy… Do I have your permission to put my cock in your ass?”, he said while i felt a pungent smell coming from my Portbagaj.

“You may”

He started fucking me, pounding me, starting a bonfire in my ass, while i was barking as loud as i could, so that the whole diner could hear us making love like never before. I was in heat, and so was my ass since he was going so hard: the friction was intense. My wet folds were gasping for air, but he didn’t pull out. He did not want to. He wanted to make sure everyone could hear us, but we soon found out that the janitors closet was soundproof. We wanted to take it a step further.

He bursted the door opened and threw me on the delicious meat-flavoured-ice-cream that was on the table from the previous customers. The people dining there gasped. I was barking as loud as I could, and he was squeaking as loud as he could, pounding as hard as he could. I didn’t douche the night before so I could feel myself taking a turd on his Anaconda. His big boy didn’t care tho. My shit was lube for his Cremwurst. And I bet Mick liked it too.

“You like that, puppy?” he squeaked.

“Keep going, mousey. My orgasm is coming. It’s pounding at the door.” I barked.

Suddenly, he stopped. I was confused. I was close to reaching my climax. I quickly turned around. I saw Minnie “The Whorie” Mouse staring in utter shock at our beautiful bodies grinding on the coffee table. She immediately left the store sobbing like the little bitch she is. Mick ran after her. I was left high and dry, with my dingaling only reaching pre-cum. However, before he left the devils-tango-smelling-store, he whispered in a dominant tone only six words which instantly made me ejaculate;

I’ll cum back for you, Goof.

#oneshot #one shot #fanfic #smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #aot x reader

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I am about to lose it. I need to vent for a moment but I have no where else to really go, and I don’t want to burden anyone, so please don’t let me bring you down. I just need to vent bc I’m about to cry for a stupid reason.

Past two weeks have been hell in school. I have not been great. There was one (1) thing keeping me going, giving me serotonin and hope to survive: Marcy’s Journal finally releasing Dec 6th

Amphibia has been a comfort show and has honestly changed my life, so even if it has its flaws or whatever, it means so much to me. I preordered the journal months ago. Originally, it was supposed to arrive on Nov 17th. But it got delayed. Ok. Fine. I could deal with that. I could wait another month. Then this week sucked ass and I knew the journal was coming to my house in the 8th, so I knew I would feel better then. I could make it.

It’s the 8th. I run home. Open the mailbox. No package. Ok, fine, maybe it’ll just come later today. I mention something offhand abt it to my mom and she tells me that an Amazon package had been delivered, but it had been ripped open and was empty. What. The actual. Fuck. So, no journal. FURTHERMORE it’s so in demand now that it’ll take another month (2 weeks at best) to ship to my house. If it arrives at the earlierst date, I won’t even be home to get it. I am distraught. Destroyed. I know it’s silly and stupid, but I’m not exaggerating when I say I was surviving off the excitement to get that book today. Spirit crushed. Don’t know how I’m going to manage another week of this hell without a little pick-me-up.

Disney, an owl house s3 ep 2 release date would really help about now cuz ur girl be struggling.

#hemera personal

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menagerie-of-monsters · 1 year

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Find the Word Game

I am incapable of resisting a chance to share snips - thank you @i-can-even-burn-salad for the tag!

My words were: call, color, comfort and common

I'm tagging @eruden-writes @perasperaadastrawriting and @howdywrites

Your words are: minor, perfect, quit, keep, and hand

Snips below the cut! Be forewarned: this time it's gonna be STEAMY.

Call

Originally published in the I Am the Fire anthology under the title "The Dragonslayer's Choice", this novella is going to be re-released soon as "How to Slay a Dragon".

He broke the kiss to pant for air, head off the ground and mouth a fingerbreadth from mine. "Hui-Seun," he said, heavy with desire. "Tell me what you want." A slow smile curled my lips, and I rocked my hips against his, making him voice that purr again. The sound vibrated through his chest, full-throated and deep, the feel of it translating to trembling pleasure along my skin. "You know, some people call orgasm the 'little death,'" I said, my smile sharpening as his eyes darkened with desire. "I'm a dragonslayer, greatwyrm, and I've already accepted the bounty for slaying you. But I'll be kind, and let you pick the method." "Sunlight," he groaned, lifting his hips up to run the hardening press of his erection between my legs. "You may kill me like that as often as you like." "Oh?" I asked, as one of his clawed hands slid down to grab my ass and pull my hips more firmly against his. "Is that so?"

Color

From the upcoming "The Changeling and the Dragon", the sequel to "The Sorceress and the Incubus".

I looked down at Qavan, mouth open with lust as I smiled, and sat down onto him, achingly slow, until I could feel the pressure of him pushing up against the depths of me, and I had seated him in me to the hilt. The whimper that fell from his mouth as I did it set me aflame. I wanted him so badly, and now I knew I could have him. I could have had him all along, and I was more than ready to make up for lost time. Qavan, beneath me, wanting me. I leaned forwards, and his hips canted up to follow, and I settled down onto his chest. My mouth pressed against the hot skin of his neck and my hips moved against him, slow and demanding. Qavan wrapped one arm around my shoulders and grabbed my hips with his other hand. He started thrusting up into me, following my pace, the curve of him driving him up against the sweet spot under my curls, with brilliant pleasure that radiated out from my core across my entire body. I forgot the rest of the world. None of it mattered to me, while I was here with my dragon, with him buried inside of me. I sucked color onto his shoulder, that he might hide it if he so desired, and reached down between us to press my fingers against the sensitive peak of my sex.

Comfort

From "The Dragon's Rose", a Beauty and the Beast retelling set in 1500s Scandinavia that I currently have updating on Amazon Vella as a serial. One of very few third-person things I've written!

Syx made a soft sound, and a shimmer of desire slid down the skin of her chest. She moved over him slowly, trying to be sensual, then lowered herself into his embrace, surrounded by the marble walls of his scales. Alisa moved so that her chest was pressed to his back, putting one arm under his neck and wrapping the other arm around his ribs. Want warmed her, tingling between her legs and making her heart beat faster and breath come quicker. She wanted the comfort of touch and of affection, to bring them back from the brink of pain. She pressed her mouth to the back of his neck and stroked her fingers down the skin of his chest. Syx moaned, low and soft, shifting back to press against her. "Alisa," he said, in that same low voice, drawn out. "You… you're hurt." She kissed him again, then licked his neck, and he arched back, gasping. "Not badly," Alisa said against his ear. "And it will feel so good."

Common

And last but not least, from Monsters of Faery book 3, some sex aftermath~

Lianka smirked at me, getting her mirth under control. "That's quite a few marks on your neck, Isabela. Change your mind about what you'd do if the duke offered you his sword?" I narrowly avoided saying "swords" - Varistan would not want that to be common knowledge - and grimaced, my hand going to my neck. "Nobody told me he goes into fucking rut," I complained as she raised one eyebrow at me. "How was I supposed to resist the fucking Flame of Faery eager to please for once in his life?" Her lips twitched, but Lianka came over, tilting my chin to look at my spectacular collection of hickeys. "It's not like any of us have spent it with him," she pointed out as she started running her thumbs slowly down my throat to erase all of Varistan's hard work. "Historically, he's locked himself in his rooms and ridden it out alone. The main evidence has been the laundry and his bad temper." "Well, I suspect he'll be in mildly better temper than usual when he wakes up this time, though whoever gets the short straw for the laundry has my sympathies," I said, shifting to give her access to the other side of my neck. "I'd appreciate it if you fixed my lady parts. The aftermath of a six-day fuckfest is deeply uncomfortable."

#tag game #find the word game #fantasy romance #monster romance #how to slay a dragon #the changeling and the dragon #echoes of the void #the dragon's rose #kindle vella #beneath the dragon's wings #monsters of faery #snipperdoodle

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Fill a Shy Futa

"H..Hi. I w..w..wasn't expecting you to come...s..s..so soon. I've s..s..seen you in the of..f..fice for a while, unclaimed. The rest of the f..f..futas here already have their b..b..bound quota, and your mind is im..m..mportant, but I could never conf..f..front a man. So I j..j..jerked off in your coffee. I couldn't believe you n..n..never noticed anything wrong, d..d..didn't taste anything. But you're here. Now. My first b..b..bound boy."

Candace was the newest futa on the floor of the office, a recent college graduate. She was as tall as a standard futa, and was definitely more Reubenesque than Amazon. That, and the size of her cock always made her so self conscious. Even in grade school she was the tallest, largest, and longest of the futas, and the others made her feel so self conscious.

Her nervous habit was fingering her piss hole on her cock, and as she had grown she had stretched it, much wider than the other futa cock holes. And through her habit of masturbating, she could only cum by fingering her cock, not by jerking off. And while her fellow classmates would fuck each others asses in high school to relieve stress, Candace could only finger her drooling cock to get off.

When the office hired Randy, it was for his business sense. It was dangerous to hire a man -- they could get bound so easily by a stray futa. But the office had apartments to specifically isolate men, and the office had futas all at their bound quotas. Having him in an office with Candace was a calculated risk, but her abilities as well as her nervousness meant the risk was minimal.

Candace knew what was on the line. Using just enough of her mind-numbing sperm to make him suggestible, she got him alone in the office one day. She'd never have the guts to fully bind Randy to her, and she'd never actively go after another man to be bound, Randy was relatively safe. And, thanks to her sperm, he'd never tell another soul.

She led him to the copier room, hiked up her skirt, and showed her massive member. It was almost twenty-inches long -- much to massive to fuck an ass with or get sucked off with. But her pee hole was about an inch wide, gaping, and starting to leak. And he was interested too, fumbling with his zipper, and starting to pull his pants down and bend over.

"N..n..no. F..f..face me. I w...w..want you to f..f..fuck me."

The idea of a futa being fucked was anathema to society. Futa were the dominants. Men were the submissive. But Candace wanted Randy's cock in her's. She'd read in some fantasy hentai, a horrible perverted book where two futa's fucked each others cocks. But Candace was perfectly equipped. And Randy's dick would fit snugly in hers.

She held his manhood, normal sized for a male of the species, and gently slid it inside her. It was snug, a tighter fit than her finger, but his flared head scratched her itch so well. "F..f..fuck me, Randy!" She commanded, and Randy started pumping his hips. Instinctively, Candace grabbed her cock, pumping the loose foreskin over her cockhead and over Randy's entire length. Both were pumping, reveling in the feeling.

She felt Randy cum in her, his semen leaking on her inner walls of her dominant sex. That was the final straw, and Candace came. Torrents of cum came down her length, pushing Randy's cock out and covering him with his thick, syrupy seed. She had never cum like this before -- it was so much more intense with a partner than alone, and she knew it wouldn't be long until she had bound Randy to her seed.

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Remember when I said that I’d do something with a Crowley/Peter one-shot?

Here it is, no one asked, but I had an idea and had to write it.

Warning: demon summoning, drinking, ending is implied

On with the fic!

Peter was rather confused about the package he had received earlier in the day, trying to wring his brain out with trying to remember what the fuck he ordered this time. It was clearly a book, he knew that much, another vampire one? He was always fine with those, maybe he finally got one on vampires from South America? Or Australia?

Ooh, or maybe it was that cool ass book on classic horror monsters he had in his wishlist!

No, this wasn’t from Amazon, it looked to be from eBay again. Which meant this was probably shady and he spent too much on it.

Still, he figured he’d deal with it after he did his show. And when he did come back from the show, he ended up busying himself at the bar instead of opening the package. It wasn’t until he accidentally knocked it off the counter that he remembered he was meant to look at it.

Peter removed the packaging, raising an eyebrow at the book. It was black, bound in what appeared to be real snake skin. Shedded snake skin, hopefully, he wasn’t too fond of animals being slaughtered for dumb things like this. But then again, he did have a book bound in vampire leather, so... hm.

Still, the cover looked cool as hell, but there were no words on it. Just a strange insignia on it. Inside of the book, he found drawings and writings in a language he didn’t understand at all. The drawings looked pretty cool, lots of strange things and plants. Was kind of like the Voynich Manuscript, if that had more drawings of demons and, like, a lot of doodles of the same angel-looking guy over and over again.

And snakes, lots of drawings of snakes.

Oh shit, did he get one of those weird, coded-language books? Alright, drunk Peter might have gotten something cool for the collection, cause the last couple of drunk purchases couldn’t really be put in the museum. They were, however, either in the bedroom or on the shower floor right now.

He leaned on the counter, flipping through the pages, before stopping on a particular drawing. It was of a spiral, made from a black and red snakes body, as it circled downwards to the middle of the page. The head of it had its mouth open, ready to bite into a big, red apple.

“Must be some sorta biblical thing.” Peter said to himself, taking a drink right from the bottle of... whatever the fuck he was drinking, it tasted like marshmallows and strawberries. There was writing on this page too, but it was clearly an ancient language.

Now, Peter didn’t want to blow his own horn, but he did pride himself in having bothered with learning ancient languages for his research into the underground world of monsters and the supernatural. Latin was a basic one, had to learn that, but he had bothered with learned ancient Egyptian (which was difficult), and ancient Greek (he really wanted to punch himself for this one, but he knew enough of the basics to read some of it), and he had been learning Sumerian.

This looked like ancient Hebrew, which he was familiar with and could read enough of it, but boy did he suck at speaking it. However, he was currently drinking and filled with a confidence that came from drinking, so he started to read the words that were written around the snake, quite happy with himself for remembering the proper way to read Hebrew.

As Peter tried to read the words, and taking a few breaks to sip from the bottle in his hand, he didn’t notice the electrical charge in the air, the slightest hint of something Hellish around him.

Just as he came to the last words, he swore that the snake in the image moved, then bit onto his finger. “Fuck!” He cried out, looking at his finger, a single drop of blood falling from the wound and onto the page.

Then the lights went out, all over Vegas, only to return two seconds later.

Peter blinked and found that the book looked perfectly normal, the snake still in place, but with a drop of blood on the face. Paper cut?

He then noticed he wasn’t alone, when his eyes trailed up past the book and right at someone’s groin, perfectly covered by some extremely tight black pants.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed against, tumbling back from the bar.

Sitting on the counter was a man, dressed in blacks and grays, with shoulder-length red hair. Sunglasses were perched on his nose and even with them on, Peter could tell the man looked both confused and annoyed.

“Really? A summoning? On the one day off I get during the week?” The man sounded as annoyed as he looked, and like he was from London. “For fuck’s sake, I can’t catch a blessed break around here. If I’m not off having to take care of the bringer of the end and makin’ sure he’s down for his nap, or having to write up bullshit reports for work, I’m bein’ summoned! Well, fuck me sideways!”

Peter just stared at the man, out of confusion, fear, and a bit of just staring because the guy was rather hot looking. Even though it was starting to trip Peter out how much the guy seemed to look a bit like him. Now, normally a human wouldn’t be able to recognize themselves if they faced a clone or something like that, but there was enough difference between this guy and Peter that he could tell.

And damnit, that really seemed to prove people write when they told him he was so egotistical he’d fuck himself if he could. Which, if things went right with this possible demon, could be how the night ended. Hey, as he had once said to Charley, you get him drunk enough and he’ll try anything.

The guy, the demon? had to be, looked at him, raising an eyebrow over his designer shades. “Did you summon me?”

“By total accident.” Peter admitted. “Didn’t even realize my ancient Hebrew was fluent, or coherent, enough to do that. I was just readin’ outta that book you’ve got between your legs.”

The guy looked down at the book, picking it up and flipping through it. “Oh, that’s where this stupid thing went to!” He snapped the book shut. “Been lookin’ for this thing since, uhhh... 1764? Lost it by accident, can’t remember what happened clearly, I think I threw it at someone. Or did I let Aziraphale borrow it and he misplaced it? No, he’d never do that with a book...”

“Are you a demon?” Peter blurted out, catch the guy’s attention.

“I think it’s pretty obvious that I am. You summoned me.”

“Why do you sound like you’re from the UK?”

“Why do you sound like you’re from the UK?” The demon snipped back. “Wait, where the heaven are we?”

Peter glanced out the window. “Las Vegas.”

The demon perked up at that, sniffing the air. “Ooooh, that explains all the sin in the air. It was either that or I ended up in Atlantic City again.”

Then he seemed to notice the penthouse, looking around from where he was still sitting on the bar top. “Nice place you’ve got here! If I were into decoratin’ my flat, I’d love to go with shit like this. Lovin’ the spooky vibe, you goth or something?”

“Yeah, and a performer.” Peter said as he approached the bar, might as well play host and get this guy a drink. He didn’t seem like a threat, so maybe it was alright that he accidentally summoned a demon? “And unofficial vampire slayer.” He tacked on as he poured the demon a drink.

“Oh yeah?” The guy took the drink. “Performer of what? And you kill vampires? Like Buffy?”

Peter snorted. “I wish I was as cool as her, but yeah, vampires keep comin’ to Vegas.”

“Lots of people to eat.”

“So, I do my best to protect my city.” Peter shrugged. “And I’m a stage actor and illusionist. Peter Vincent, vampire hunter.”

The demon looked at him funny, took a long drink from his glass, then set it down. Then he snatched up Peter’s and drained that too, smirking as he did.

“Hey! The fuck, man!?” Peter glared at him.

“Demon, gotta be a bit demonic. Oh yuck, that was sugary.” He smacked his lips.

“Asshole, that was mine.”

“Didn’t have your name on it.”

“Yeah, it did. Custom drink glasses.”

The demon looked at the glass in his hand, Peter’s logo was engraved in the crystal. Expensive, but totally worth it. The demon nodded, looking impressed. “Nice. Name’s Crowley. Sooooo... whatcha summon me for, Peter Vincent?”

Peter shrugged, snatching back the glass to refill it for himself. “I didn’t think it would summon anything, was drunk and bored, readin’ that book, and just ended up trying to read it.”

“Hmmm... you shouldn’t do that sorta drink, drunk or sober. You’re lucky it was my book you got a hold of, cause if it were one of the other minions of Hell, you’d be dead. Especially since you don’t have a salt circle or a demon trap set up.”

The made the actor pause, frowning. “Fuck, yeah, I... really don’t wanna die from a drunken mistake.”

“Yeah, trust me, you don’t wanna do that.” Crowley said as he slipped off the counter, strolling around the open area of the penthouse, looking at some of the items on display. “Damn, you’ve got all sorts of things, don’tcha? You’d give the angel a run for his money on old junk.”

“Angel?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Peter gave him a look, taking a long drink from his glass. “So, you gonna pop off somewhere since there was no need for the summonin’?”

“Hmmm... maybe? I mean, it’s Vegas, might go down and cause some trouble. Might just get drunk off my ass and see where the night takes me, whatever happens first.”

“Well, we can do that last bit. Got a fully stocked bar, you’re free to drink whatcha please.”

Crowley turned to him, smirking. “Alright, the night’s young, I’m sure we can see what happens if we drink enough.”

Turns out that drinking enough led to Peter finding himself pinned against a wall in his home museum, being kissed and touched by an equally drunk demon with really cool eyes and soft lips. Well, people have told him to go fuck himself a time or two, maybe that’s what’s gonna happen tonight.

Personally, I’d like to think neither of them get that far, but there was a lot of heavy petting before they both passed out drunk.

*loudly sips a coffee*

Also, this is taking place in 2012, so Crowley is technically working at the Dowlings, hence the day off thing.

#john's drabbles #good omens extended universe #fright night (2011)#good omens #peter vincent #anthony j crowley #crowley

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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Freya Ridings - Castles (Orchestral Version) [Amazon Original]

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I suspect we correct one of the wells is bigger than the other and they're kind of in together even though they're evil and hate each other and gross. This lady went and checked and got the truth the two castles are different one of them is a lot larger and it's Disneyland and therefore Disney world is the women's Castle and I checked and it's the other way around this one's big and the other one is not and it was in Bavaria and that's where they made the program it's because that's where they had a lot of success no they're fighting each other over the chocolate bar and decide to do it there because they are going to decide what happens from there. And also more so it's because my husband is known for stopping the war and for saving his dad and mom to save himself and that's more of motivators than anything and world war II was stopped by you people you more luck and he blames you and the max to a degree but not that much he needs them to lose but wants them for later and he's a fool but that's how I took it and my husband thought it was pretty much not much and Dave knew why didn't think it was right but knew what he was up to kind of that's why he wrote the Bible now there's a lot of people that don't like Dave the Giant and they should understand that it's a real rivalry and my husband and I are bigger and more powerful and I have children and you're out of line all the time and we're raising an army and soon that army will crush you and we will destroy Dave and he says he's going to destroy us but that's what he always says but still the two castles are different the bigger of the two is Dave's

Hera Zeus I said most of it Hera

I can't believe this I went and looked in there beautiful and they're big and they're real castles and they were built up on limestone piles it went miles into the air and they were monitoring everyone and killing everyone as Giants and it's terrifyingly bad and horrifically scary and I do see it people some people know but mostly they miss the point they're going to get the space somehow and possibly send their kids to Saturn and they're saying that our friend here beat them and so on this might be a hell that is beyond comprehension we might need him more than anybody else on earth except for Hera and I mean it these Giants can probably kick their ass there's some women walking around who are eligible and they're being protected more and I see that the empire is pissed off they're going to go after people and they should be cuz they probably have more information that this is scary and exciting and interesting in our lives sucked they had nothing now we're going to have vehicles and tons of them he helped make and lots of cars and bikes and horrific people it's his brother his brother is a nightmare he said he's Stalin and he's using the other boy because he's using the limestone that he put there and on purpose there's a lot of proof that points towards it and we're looking at skeletons and those are our friends and they put them in there like that and it's because we're killing their kids to take stuff and we understand it and it is a big price to pay

Freaia

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mamamack · 9 months

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yesterday was overdose awareness day.

this is Michael Austin Beene, he would be 30 or 31 this year. Idk I suck with dates. All I know is that we had been friends for 10 years longer than we dated. And I was 15 going into 16 when we dated. Anyhow…

he was my first, first love - my first bf in hs. he was the most shy and strangely attractive boy to me and I was happy to find someone to figure out. He came from a good, loving and quiet family. He was a very simple person, not too opinionated, not too moved by anything really. Honestly he was very bland. But I loved that about him.

Well. he graduated hs before me, then broke up with me, and started working at a restaurant where he met new a girl, and was immediately introduced to heroin by her and some coworkers.

that was many many years ago. I still remember my step dad telling my mom he thought I was dying upstairs because of how hard I cried. That break up was the hardest heart break I’ve ever felt.

Yet, months after, we were still friends. Like talk and meet up twice a year type friends. Nothing sexual or anything. I would go on to spend many years coaching him through his addiction. trying to help him climb a mental summit and visualize the top. I rode with him and his dad to rehab facilities. He drove to spend the weekend at my dads house just so he wouldn’t use. Things were looking rough for him.

I met a guy and started dating him and quit talking to Michael all together. This is 2017. Michael began working towards a vehicle collision degree and job. Sobered up. And looked like a different person all together. I never knew.

Now it’s 2021. He stopped working the job he loved where he was looking healthy and making money and decided to get an Amazon warehouse job instead. This led him to buy heroin again. (I guess for body pain) (but he knew better) this would be the first time he’s used in years. Later that night, his parents found him dead in his bathroom.

The day he died I knew something was wrong. I felt an energy bouncing around my personal space. Like a fly that keeps circling your body. It was thanksgiving night. I was in my room full and tired. But I was feeling that energy. Bouncing around the room. It was an “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” kind of panic energy. I was on the edge.

I wouldn’t hear until a month later of his passing. I was immediately taken back to that night. Thanksgiving. My heart sank to my ass.

He was the only male best friend I have ever had who cared for me the way he did. He helped me move out of cities when I was with other men and shit hit the fan. He was just that person you could call and he would be right there. My family knew him and loved him. Even though they judged him a lot after knowing what he had gotten himself into. They were there to help try and save him. Even though they didn’t want me to be involved.

Idk. His passing has definitely touched me, taught me a hell of a lot about addiction, and I think of him from time to time. But addiction and overdose awareness isn’t talked about enough. So here’s my story…

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alexanicholsauthor · 1 year

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Quitting

So I quit drinking on April 18, 2021, and it was the most intelligent thing I’ve done in a long time. Still, in the back of my mind, I knew there were other vices that might not be as dangerous but were still vices. Mainly the three great evils of my life: eating fast food, sweets, and BREAD. I LOVE BREAD, YO! Biscuits, sandwiches, etc… but I always have to work out extra hard to not gain weight from it. During the COVID lockdowns, I quit caring for a bit and kind of slumped into a mild state of depression, but I have this weird thing where I can actually feel myself gaining weight, so I doubled down on my fitness… only to slip again because, you know, bread. 😄

So. I have already quit drinking. The next thing on my hit list? Fast food. Nowadays, eating out is expensive, and the food quality simply doesn’t justify the cost. And then there’s the attitude of the workers… I can’t even avoid these mofos because ordering through a food delivery app like Uber Eats, Grubhub, or DoorDash is insane. They have so many fees and inflated costs tacked on that it’s hardly worth it. Seriously. As an experiment, I went through the ordering page of all three for McDonald’s and showed my big brother just how much the prices for the same menu items differ. It was crazy.

Inflation sucks ass!

It’s also an excellent motivator. So, fast food is now out, and next in line (far down the line) is sweets. I am not looking forward to that battle, yo.

Writing of battles.

I finally finished the short story Haunted, which I originally intended as a Halloween release, but… well, you know how I am. I like to tweak/revise/dissect/chew on/digest/etc. every damn thing I create, so even a short story like this was bound to miss its deadline. However, since it’s (finally) finished, I released it to my Patreon/Subscribestar members a while back and a few days ago uploaded it to Amazon for the rest of the world. So go check it out!

I know this entry is a bit all over the place, but hey, this is a diary, right? I make no apologies. 😜

#amwriting #amediting #indieauthor #authorlife #authorproblems

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sinfulmuses · 1 year

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This was simply a dream. Harley had expected much more resistance from Wonder Woman in her attempts to make the heroine into her slut. But it turned out she really was a slut for big cock. It didn't take much to make her embrace her true nature, it seemed.

"Mmm...good girl," Harley hummed, as she kept slamming her cock into her new slut's dripping cunt, "Jus' let yer Mistress do all the thinkin' for ya...you just gotta focus on gettin' fucked!" Harley giggled a bit as she slapped Wonder Woman's ass again, "Ya know, I jus' realized, I don't even know yer name! Ya agreed ta be my slut an' my girlfriend, but I don't even know what ta call ya! Can't very well keep callin' ya Wonder Woman if yer retirin'..."

Harley could feel herself getting close to cumming, but she certainly wasn't planning on only giving her new slut just one load tonight anyways, so she just slammed her cock deep and let herself fill her slut up with cum, letting out a groan as she did so. Once she'd finished, though, she pulled out and moved around Wonder Woman, "Mmm...no way I'm wearin' a condom when I fuck ya, Wondy. I'll be fillin' ya up with so much cum, I don't see no way that ya don't get pregnant! Though...I suppose I don't really know how Amazon biology works..." She giggled a bit as her hand moved to wrap around her soft cock, pulling it up, letting her heavy balls hang underneath, in front of her slut's face, "Ya've sucked my cock, but now ya gotta thank my balls fer all their cum! Lick an' suck on 'em an' I'm sure I'll be ready fer round two in no time!"

good girl. gods it was amazing to hear Harley call diana that. diana felt absolutely giddy-- she'd never been called it this way, with the sexual overtones and it sent tingles all throughout the former heroine.

thinking did seem to be highly overrated right now, as a matter of fact, and diana had realized that too. she was super glad her Mistress (and boy did it feel great too to think of Harley like that) would do those brain things for her. diana kinda just wanted to slip into her sexual bliss, and not worry about anything else ever again!

"di-diana--" the heroine formerly known as wonder woman said. "my name. it's diana." what did it matter if Mistress knew that? she wasn't going to be needing a secret identity anymore! Harley had said so, since she was retiring to be Mistress's slut!

and when Mistress spilled into diana's pussy, she moaned too. a shudder of blissful pleasure rolled through diana, and she knew she'd orgasmed from having Harley fuck her so senseless. giggling and moaning, diana's body trembled.

Mistress was so super good to her! diana was thrilled, and while she'd never thought of herself as a super slut before, it felt amazing to just, well... let go and let this side of her out. she would have to show supreme gratitude to Mistress! Harley was the bestest!

so when Harley came around in front of diana, she looked up and her face came to be equal with Harley's balls. big, thick and heavy. diana's mouth seemed to water at Mistress's words. "yes, Mistress. of course--" she said, because diana was--super grateful, that was.

she pushed herself up a little and crawled closer to her Mistress, nuzzling against the heavy balls, and licking and sucking them. she lay kisses on them, even on Harley's cock that rested above diana's face, and would lick and slurp at those perfect balls, showing both gratitude and devotion to her (new) Mistress.

#| asks |#m; diana (wonder woman)#[ n. s. f. w. ]#naughty anons

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mando-abs · 2 years

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Hey! I just realized I never gave an England Trip Goodies Haul ✨✨ Keep in mind, this isn’t a grand haul because I only had so much space in my carry on. (also, ignore my horrid carpet, it’s as old as me)

1) The flat stuff

Top Left: A print of a badger in a flower crown made by the lovely Kerry from Just Smile Designs. I had the pleasure to have a nice little chat with her at her store in York. Her business is fully run and operated by herself! She’s very sweet and her stuff is very cute.

Top Right: That is a recreation of The Lady and the Unicorn tapestry. I bought that at Tintern Abbey just so I could bring home something from Wales. But hey, count that as two new countries I’ve been to.

Bottom Two: Both of these I got from the Wordsworths’ Cottage in the Lakes District. The quill so I can remember they had a quill writing station in the museum, and the daffodils poem by Wordsworth to remember the museum had Dorothy’s journals as well as her daffodil poem on display. Most of the items on this picture I plan to frame and hang up in my room 😁

2) Books!

Bottom Right: This is the only book in this photo that isn’t from Blackwell’s. But it’s arguably the coolest one since I got it at Beatrix Potter’s Cottage. It has a nice little bookplate on the inside and most of the illustrations are reflective of the gardens at the cottage. I’ve never read or owned Beatrix Potter books, so thill make a happy addition.

Top Left: No, I don’t read psychology books for fun. This is a blank book that is made of repurposed materials and reused book covers like this one.

Top Middle: I loved Jason Reynolds’ breakout book The Opposite of Always so I know I had to get this one. Cant wait to read. Also, turns out, the titles are different across seas. Here in America, it’s called Early Departures. … I like this title better

The Rest: Yes. I got 3 James Baldwin books. But they had a huge section on him! How could I not?! I’ve never seen so many James Baldwin books in one place before. Another Country was a life-changing book for me, and my emergency copy from Amazon sucks ass. If Beale Street Could Talk was another of his I read and loved recently, so I had to own a copy. The Fire Next Time is the only one I haven’t read. I would’ve gotten it all since I knew there was never going to be another opportunity of this many of his books in one place, but I’ve only got carry-ons. And at this point at a Blackwell’s in Oxford, I hadn’t even gone to London yet.

3) The British Museum

I got a statue replica of the Anubis statue on display at the museum for both me and my sibling. This was the closest thing to Moon Knight there and my sibling is a major Marvel fan. So, I wanted it to be special for them both in their special interest and significance of the place I went to. And, I got a sarcophagus,,,with a mummy inside. How adorable. Couldn’t pass up on that.

3) Legos

I’ll make a separate post about the Legos. Bc I know two people on here probably want to see that and I don’t wanna tag them on this big long post

4) Bonus

Because I got really sick the last bit of my trip, I bought a thermometer. But, it made for a pretty sick (pun intended) souvenir because a) it’s from a foreign pharmacy, Boots and b) it tells the temp in Celsius rather than Fahrenheit. And at least I know this thermometer is mine and not the communal family one.

And I have a some remaining currency. The £5 was accidental as I meant to exchange it but oh well. At least I have a leftover bank note. As far as coins go I’ve got at least one or each kind of coin except for the £2 one. I might could ask my mom if she happens to have one…

#abs goes on vacay #abs goes to england #England shopping haul #plus wales

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