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hyperfixation-symposium · 8 months

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q!BBH 'vacation' headcanons because I'm insane and unhinged, and this vacation arc is so underrated.

(tw for alcohol mentions, and generally just 'this man is not doing to well')

He's always sipping some kind of alcohol and therfore is usually slightly buzzed to keep his thoughts at bay. It's nothing that has affected how he acts, he's thousands of years old and good at moderating that, but it has kept him functional instead of breaking down.

He isn't good at communicating when he needs help, however, he does ramp up his 'bad' behavior around Baghera as the reaction does make him feel a bit better. Like he's being seen.

He is very touchstarved, but doesn't like touch unless he's incredibly comfortable with a person. That's why he asked Foolish, but even that was incredibly hard because he feels like he can't be serious with Foolish about most times.

He converys a lot of emotion through his eyes that he doesn't show through his voice, which is why he's always wearing sunglasses. It worries both Pomme and Dapper because that's usually their way of telling how their dad is usually feeling, and now it's blocked.

The shirt he's wearing was singed by some of the mines at the school explosion. This will not get him to wash it or wear another shirt.

He likes talking to the skeppies around the island as they're real because it's the only thing convincing him that Skeppy really will come to the island. He needs to show Skeppy around, tell him stories, anything. Skeppy needs to know, because he's coming and will be invovled. He will, Bad knows it.

Taking care of the kids is something really grounding for Bad. He always has to be attentive, so he doesn't tend to drink, and his thoughts can be focused on keeping them safe. Having that goal and being around his loved ones just makes everything a lot easier.

He's used to having low periods and dealing with them on his own, so a lot of this is farmiliar to him, he knows it will pass. However, this is one of the first times he's dealt with a lower period when there are so many people around who he doesn't want to see him sad. He doesn't want his kids to see him upset, his friends, people he would consider family for the time being. And while it may pass, he has to remember that to the mortals, a period of time he considers very short is concerningly long. This only makes him miss Skeppy more.

He hasn't been wearing much armor not only because he isn't too worried about himself getting hurt (he's got countless totems, he's not about to die) but because it's just too much. It's heavy, and he has enough weight on his shoulders. He can slip on his boots and be ready for the day without much effort.

Dapper and Pomme go out of their way to support him as much as they can, but they're unsure what to do a lot of the time. Dapper works on his own projects as a distraction, while Pomme doesn't want to put distance between them as it makes her worry he'll push back from others even more.

#qsmp #q!bbh #q!bad #q!badboyhalo #q!bad headcanons #tw alchohol mention

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fashionlandscapeblog · 8 months

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Toteme Fall 2023

#toteme #fall 2023 #fall winter 2023 #fw23 #ready to wear #ready-to-wear #minimal fashion #fashion #style #fashion photography #fashion lookbook #knee high boots #shearling jacket

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hommedessept · 7 months

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Toteme Riding Boots

#toteme #riding boots #elin kling #tom greyhound

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opalescentdreamscape · 7 days

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i am thinking of Price in the stardew au/fic/hc when you come dragging yourself back to the farm at 12:30 AM beat up from the mines and having encountered a few too many monsters

oh my god i didn't even THINK OF THAT, he'd be so protective and almost overbearing about it for sure lol.

He absolutely stays up to wait for you. And any time he sees you gearing up for the mines, he starts fussing.

"You've got your sword? You remember the technique I showed you to block better? Got food? Where are your good boots, I don't want you twisting an ankle and being stuck down there. I don't care that you have a totem to get back, go put your good boots on."

He fusses over you like a mother hen, partially because he hasn't seen you in action, and partially because he just cares that much about your safety and well-being, especially since he doesn't want to have to follow you down into the mines. So of course he stays up on those nights when you're mining, worrying more and more as the clock ticks closer to 2am.

This night is no different than usual, except that you've been going to this place you call the Skull Caverns recently, and you've been coming home with less leftover food and more bruises and cuts than you ever did in the Pelican Town mines. He goes from reading on the couch to pacing when 1:00 hits, then to getting dressed and finding his sword, hidden away in a dusty box but still sharp enough to be of use by 1:30. By the time you drag yourself into the house, John had already made up his mind to finish suiting up and go looking for you, and you can see the desert totem in his hand as proof. Not that you had time to notice much else before you pass out in the doorway.

The next morning you wake up late, around 8am, covered in bandages and neosporin and with John banging around in the kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon rouses you, but as you walk into the kitchen, he tuts and tells you to get your butt back in that bed or so help him he will tie you down.

"I love you to death, darling, but you aren't getting up until I say so after what happened last night. And no more trips to that cavern until you get better gear because I do not want to be paying a visit to Harvey's office, worried out of my mind, just because you don't know when to quit. And I already checked all the crops and animals, so you have no excuse to be getting up."

And really, what more of a reason could you need just to stay in bed all day being pampered by your husband?

#anon ask #mikah's musings #drabble #stardew valley au #cod au #crossover #john price x reader #fluff #gender neutral reader #this was an excellent ask thank you #very much got the wheels turning in my brain bc it's an excellent scenario

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cherrycola27 · 10 months

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Hi, it's me. It's your tumblr bestie, it's me 🖤

Sorry, couldn't help myself with the lil T. Swift jingle.

I'm here to request a Dagger Deities blurb for Mr. Jake Seresin as Ares. This combo really says angsty smut to me (hate fuck, maybe?!), but totes up you—maybe you turn it on its head for a fluffy lil blurb about the god of war. Work your magic, babe—put us on that rollercoaster!

Jay! You know me and my weaknesses so well! I hope you enjoy:

smut below the cut

Battle Plans:

You rubbed your temples with your fingers to try and fend off the headache that you could feel coming on. If you had to listen to Rear Admiral Seresin drone on about the strike plan he had come up with one more time, you were going to lose it.

You were the strategic analyst. You were the one who knew the data. Hell, you were the one who had spent nights and nights in his office with him drawing up these plans.

But yet, here he was, taking credit for it. God, you couldn't stand him. His blonde hair slightly graying at the temples, his strong jaw line, the way he always had a stupid fucking toothpick in his mouth.

What a cocky son of a bitch he was.

He is the youngest officer ever promoted to admiral status, and he didn't let anyone forget it.

He was barely ten years your senior, yet he still treated you like a child when it came to working with you.

You let out a groan that you thought was quiet enough to where he wouldn't hear it, but as if on cue, his head snapped towards you. You made eye contact with him as he narrowed his eyes and flipped that God forsaken toothpick around with his tongue.

"Do you have something to add Commander Grotto?" He asked you with a smirk.

You sat up and rolled back your shoulders. "Actually, Admiral Seresin, I do. I think that the angle at which you've estimated the trajectory of the explosives is off a few degrees. I believe I informed you of that a few days ago." You smirked back at him.

There were a few snickers from the group. You saw Jake's jaw tick. "Well, how about we dismiss for the day, and you and I can go over the plans once more in my office, Commander Grotto." Jake said as he narrowed his eyes at you.

You held eye contact with him as the rest of the people in the room left. You filed out at the end and stormed down the hallway to Jake's office. Being the low admiral on the totem pole, his office was in a far tucked away corner off the main hallway, away from everyone else.

You huffed as your boots made contact with the linoleum tiles. You could hear Jake calling your name, but you didn't wait for him.

He finally caught up to you at his office door. He unlocked it while you tapped your foot impatiently.

The moment it was unlocked, he pushed it open and hauled you in by your elbow.

He pushed you up against the door and crashed his lips to yours. Your hands tangled in his hair as he reached behind you to draw the curtain closed and lock the bolt. He pushed a chair in front of the door for good measure, all while your lips explored every inch of his neck and jaw line.

"You like embarrassing me in front of everyone, don't you? Like showing off how smart you are? I bet you're so fucking wet from showing off. If I put my hand in those lacy little panties of yours, I would find them absolutely soaked, wouldn't I?" He groans against your lips.

You moan in response. "I love it when you show off. My smart girl, gets me so fucking hard." He pants as he pulls you away from the door.

"Nothing to say? I haven't even touched you yet, and I've already got you stupid for me." He snickers as he lifts you to carry you to his desk. With one swipe of his hand, the dark oak surface is cleared.

He drops you down on the surface and you squeak. Sometimes, you forget how strong he his.

He kisses you again before he pulls back to look at you. He's right, you're already a fucked out mess and he has barely put his hands on you.

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can, he pulls your hips to the edge of his desk and pops the button of your uniform pants. He sinks to his knees and taps your hips.

You lift them, and Jake pulls them and your panties down in one swoop.

"Just like I thought, soaked for me." Jake says when he is eye level with your dripping cunt.

He wastes no time surging forward and wrapping his lips around your clit. Your hands fly forward and grip his hair as a wanton moan leaves your mouth.

Jake pops up from between your legs and delivers a slap to your pussy.

"You'd better keep it down Sledge, would hate for your uncle to hear what an absolute slut his niece is for me." He chuckles.

You huff and roll your eyes. Jake loved to needle you about the fact that you were Admiral Cain's niece.

"Just shut the fuck up and do something useful with your mouth for once." You tell him.

Jake cocks his head a looks at you.

"Now, Commander Grotto, is that any way to talk to your superior officer?" Jake teases you.

"I thought you liked our verbal sparing? I mean, you did always say the God of War liked a challenge. Didn't you Ares? Or are you still hung up on me calling you Hangman?" You shoot back.

Jake groans at the sound of his real name, leaving your lips. You were the only one who knew his little secret, and it made the whole interaction between the two of you even hotter.

"Or, would you prefer it if I called you Daddy?" You smirked.

"Fuck, darlin. Say it again." He groaned.

"C'mon, Daddy. Put that smart mouth of yours to work." You say.

Jake surges forward and laps at your center like a starved man. He sinks two thick fingers deep into you and curls them. You can feel the band of his Naval Academy ring against your walls as scissors you open.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the air as he eats you like a starved man.

"Fuck, fuck, Jake, Ares—Daddy! Just like that!" You cry out as your thighs cage in his head. You grind your center against his mouth and arch your back as you cum.

Jake works you through your high before pulling off of you with a wet pop.

He gives you no time to collect yourself before he is flipping you around and bending you over his desk. One of his large hands pushes you flat against the cool wood while the other undoes his belt and fly. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself before sinking into you without warning.

He gives you no time to adjust to his size before he is pistoning his hips into you.

Breathless pants and pitiful cries of his name leave your parted lips.

"Love how you sound when you take my cock." He praises you.

"You want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are for your Admiral don't you Sledge? Want everyone to know how good your Admiral fucks you?" He asks you.

You don't respond. That earns you a harsh smack to your ass.

"I asked you a question!" He demands.

"Yes! Yes! Want everyone to know how good you make me feel, Daddy." You wail.

Jake chuckles and digs his fingers into the flesh at your sides. You clench around him.

"Fuck, you were fucking made for me. You're so fucking tight for me kid. You weren't meant to take my cock. Weren't you?" He groans.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck. My pussy was made for you Admiral Seresin." You babble out.

Jake growls as you start to rock back to meet his thrusts.

He leans forward and grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling it out of its neatly styled bun. Jake pulls you flush against him and wraps a hand around your throat.

He sees your roll back in your head. He lets go of your hair and starts furiously rubbing circles on your clit before tightening his grip on your airway and fucking up into you. He may be forty-two years old, but Jake never missed a beat.

You're overwhelmed by the pleasure, and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream.

While Jake enjoys fucking you stupid, he loves hearing you even more.

He slaps your clit and you clench around him harder.

"Can feel how close you are, baby. Can feel how bad my pussy wants to cum. I wanna hear you beg for it. Wanna hear you tell everyone one this base who you belong too." He whispers hotly against your ear.

"I belonged to you, Daddy! Please let me cum" You whine.

"No." He states.

"It's your pussy Admiral Seresin. All yours." You preen as he drives you close and closer to the edge.

"Still wrong." He says as he ruts into you.

"Ares—fuck—please—pleasepleaseplease!" you plead with him.

"That's it, that's my girl. Now cum for me." He commands.

You heed his words and cum hard for him. He pushes into you impossibly deeper as you spasm around him.

The fluttering of your walls sends Jake into his own release, and he spills into you.

He slumps forward and presses both of you into his desk as he continues to rock his hips in and out of you.

He pulls up and looks down at where your bodies join. He admires the creamy white ring of your mixed release that has gathered at the base of his cock.

He pulls out, and you groan at the loss of contact. Jake steps back to admire how you look. Your core is on display for him, and he loves watching his cum drip out of you and onto his desk.

He grabs a few tissues from the box that was discarded on the floor and cleans you up before sliding your panties and pants back into place.

You help him get his desk back in order before wrangling your hair back into a bun.

He moves the chair from in front of the door, and you slump down into it.

"So, Mr. War God, did you purposely get the angles wrong during your presentation?" You ask him.

"You tell me, Commander Grotto." He teases you as he leans back and kicks his feet up on his desk. You're about to get up and sit in his lap when there is a knock at his office door.

You both jump up. Jake grabs some files to make it look like the two of you were working as you go to the door.

"Admiral Cain!" You exclaim. "What are you doing here, Uncle Chester?" You ask him as your face flushes.

"I came to see if Admiral Seresin was finished with the reports the two of you were working on." He says to you.

"Yes, sir. I have them right here." Jake says as he slides behind you.

"Wonderful. Thank you, son." Your uncle says. He turns to leave, but before he does he looks back at Jake.

"We are having a cookout at my sister's house this weekend. She and her husband are hosting. There will be lots of other officers there. You should stop by Seresin. I'm sure Sledge would be more than happy to give you the details." Your uncle tells him before walking away.

As soon as he is gone, you close the door and sigh.

"A cookout at your parents' house? Now that sounds like fun." Jake smirks.

"We'd have to be on our absolute best behavior. No funny business." You tell him. He rolls his eyes.

"I'll text you the details." You say.

"And I'll start figuring out how I can fuck you in your childhood bedroom while half the Navy is thirty feet away." He grins before you slip out the door.

#cherrycola27 #ask nik #top gun maverick #top gun #jake seresin smut #hangman smut #the dagger deities #cherrys 2k celly #cherrys 1 year celly

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