#there’s no enough Mickey henry here

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hot DJ » Mickey Henry

Pairings: Mickey Henry x Reader

Summary: Y/N has a thing for the hot DJ.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, alcohol, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes or typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You say at the bar, eyeing the DJ like you have been all night. He occasionally looked up and sent a wink your way making you blush like crazy. When his set was done, he grabbed his phone and made his way to the bar.

“A beer and whatever the lady wants.” He tells the bartender.

“Whiskey.” You tell him.

The bartender brought you guys your drinks and walked away.

“Mickey.” Mickey introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You say with a smile and shook his hand.

“Tell me, Y/N. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?” He asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“I originally came here for a few drinks, but I got distracted by the hot DJ.” You tell him.

“Oh yea?” He says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, taking a sip of your drink.

You and Mickey sat at the bar drinking for a while until he stood up, holding his hand out.

“Wanna dance?” Mickey asks.

“I would love to.” You smiled, placing your hand in his.

Mickey led you to the dance floor. He was entranced by the way your hips swayed to the music. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You gasped when you felted his bulge against your ass. You leaned your body against his, placing your hands on top of his. Mickey leaned his head down, placing his lips on your neck and began to leave kisses along your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. You moaned quietly when you felt his stubble scratching your skin.

“Wanna get out of here?” Mickey asks.

“Lead the way, baby.” You say.

Mickey grabbed your hand, leaving the dance floor and hailed for a cab to take you two to his apartment. You two were all over each other the second you guys walked through the door. Mickey kicked the door shut with his foot and picked you up, taking you to his bedroom. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on the floor next to the bed. His hand blindly found the zipper of your dress, letting it fall from your body and pool around your feet. You laid down on the bed and watched as Mickey stripped from his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock. Mickey got on the bed, hovering over you. He leaned his head down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts, marking you up with hickeys.

“Mickey.” You moaned softly.

“Yea, baby?” Mickey says.

“Fuck me.” You says.

Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before rubbing it through your wetness.

“Please!” You begged with a whined.

Mickey chuckles. He lines his cock at your entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you inch by inch. Both of you gasped at the same time. You involuntarily spread your legs wider to take more of him.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Mickey groans.

Mickey leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily as he started thrusting. His thrusts are fast, but loving. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. One of your hands held the back of his head, your fingers tugging at his hair while your other hand was on his back, your nails digging in his skin, making him hiss at the feeling.

“Were you imagining us doing this while you were staring at me earlier?” He asks, moving his lips to your shoulders and placed kisses along them.

“Yes!” You moaned, tilting your head back.

Mickey took the opportunity to kiss along the column of your throat. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough for a hickey. One of his hands roamed your body, stopping on one of your breast and squeezing it causing you to gasp and your cunt to clench around his cock at the feeling. You arched your back in pleasure. That gave Mickey a new angle. His tip hit your sweet spot.

“Oh yes! Fuck!” You moaned. “Right there!” You tell him.

Your moans encouraged Mickey to move faster. His tip continued to hit your sweet spot. His fingers reached down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Your pussy feels so good.” Mickey moans, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“I can say the same thing about your cock.” You moaned.

His fingers applied a little more pressure to your clit as he continued to rub it. You felt a knot in your lower stomach, feeling your orgasm building up.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” Mickey asks panting, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock again.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned with a whimper.

“Cum for me, baby.” He says.

A loud moan left your lips as you came. Mickey fucked you through your orgasm. He lost rhythm with his thrust, but quickly regained rhythm again.

“I know you’re gonna cum.” You panted. “Give it to me, baby.” You whispered in his ear.

That was enough to send him over the edge. Your name left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling a sheet over the two of you. You two laid there panting for a few seconds before you spoke up.

“We should totally do that again.” You suggested.

“Agreed.” Mickey says, putting his hand on your thigh.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[ltwharfy]

"Bob's Burgers" Season 3 Episode Ranking Rewatch (long post)

So, I've been rewatching "Bob's Burgers" from the beginning and ranking the episodes using the spreadsheet that @babsvibes created! If you want to know why I'm doing this or how I view the 1-5 rating scale, you can check out my Season 1 post!

Now on to Season 3:

Average (Mean) Score: 4.43

Mode (Most Common Ranking): 5

Ranking breakdown: 12 5s; 9 4s; 2 3s

Season as a whole thoughts:

Season 3 is a goddamn delight! My season 2 as a whole review was positive and Season 3 just builds on everything I enjoyed in season 2. More wonderful recurring characters are added to the mix- Mr. Branca, Mr. Ambrose, Courtney, Henry, and a certain Regular Sized boy I relate to way too much- among others! The world of the show expanded with our first visit to Kingshead Island. And the show continued to grow creatively- hitting new highs in music with "Lindapendent Woman" and "Topsy". Plus, we finally got a full length season meaning we get our very first holiday episodes, including my all-time favorite Christmas episode! I also feel like the show had mostly conquered the tone/characterization issues that popped up in the first two seasons. Bob's occasionally still a bit more of a dick than in later seasons, but he gets called on it now ("The Unnatural")!

In my season 1 review I mentioned watching that season as it aired and thinking it had potential. In my season 2 post, I mentioned that at that point it had gotten good enough that I would've been upset at the time if it was cancelled. By season 3, it had become one of my favorite shows- one that I would encourage friends and family to check out. If people weren't watching the comic glory of "O.T." and "Topsy" they were missing out big time!

Some thoughts on particular episodes:

(Since these seasons are longer I will be writing about a smaller percentage of the episodes- feel free to let me know if you want my thoughts on an episode I don't discuss)

"Bob Fires the Kids": One of my favorite things about this rewatch is discovering what I think of as the "sleeper hits"- episodes I remember being fine but, upon rewatch, turn out to be even better than I remember. This episode was the sleeper hit for Season 3. The kids are exceptionally hilarious in this one- especially being upset about Bob firing them and their attempts at summer fun before they work on the farm. And everything Mickey does is hilarious- the calypso song he sings, his description of "Big", not knowing how to put his hands up, pretty much all his dialogue with Bob ("B.B. King has that disease" "shut up, Mickey"- that exchange always makes me laugh.) Also, "I knew you so briefly, you dead soap dog" is an all-time great eulogy title.

"Mutiny on the Windbreaker"- Probably one the show's zaniest episodes and I love it! Gene falling in love with a a manatee puppet, Louise getting the manicurist to make her claws, all the Bob and Duval interaction- it never fails to make me laugh!

"The Deepening"- "Our toaster is confused, too. It doesn't know why we put bagels in it." This episode could get a 5 for that line alone. Also, I love Mort's standup comedy attempts in here, and the Bob, Teddy, and Mort vs. the shark finale. I wish they revisited the idea of Bob as Block Captain and Hugo as Quadrant Captain in future episodes- stupid neighborhood power struggles make great comedy, and it could've been a great way to get Hugo in the show without threatening to shut down the restaurant.

"Tinarannosaurus Wrecks"- One of this season's two 3s; in an ask game I once said this was my least favorite episode of the show. I empathize with Tina waaaaaaay too much in it to find it particularly entertaining. The first time my mom tried to teach me to drive in an empty parking lot, I basically had a panic attack. I didn't hit anybody's car, but my mom gave up on teaching me and my dad was out of the picture, so I ended up not learning to drive until I was in my 20s. It's hard not to think of that when watching this episode. That said, Tina's Hell fantasy is funny, I enjoy the Mort as the Belchers' chauffeur subplot, and Bob Odenkirk is always good. But it's still my least favorite episode of this season.

"God Rest Ye Merry Gentle-Mannequins"- My favorite Christmas episode! "Mannequin comes to life" is one of those tropes/plots that always amuses me for some reason, and this episode has some hilarious fun with it. "He said he's not a murder mannequin" is an all-time classic line in my book. Also, the ending with Chet saying he has a loft in Manhattan and Bob's "What?!" is one of the best last lines of an episode. Always leaves me with a laugh.

"Broadcast Wagstaff School News"- If I do a top 25 episodes list at the end of this rewatch, this episode will almost certainly be on it. Both the main plot and the Gene-as-little-Bob subplot are hilarious! "Back to you, Andy!" "Back to you, Ollie!" is the ultimate Pesto Twins moment to me. We get some character development for Zeke (his family moves around a lot), Mr. Branca makes his debut, Tammy and Jocelyn team up for the first time- this is pretty significant episode in the development of the support players at Wagstaff- in addition to just being really freaking funny.

"O.T.: The Outside Toilet"- A hilarious episode with a great "Belcher kids and their friends have an adventure" bit (I live for those), and an emotionally resonant plot for Gene. And drunk Linda repeatedly changing her terms for taxi ("snacky", "snatchy") always cracks me up! One time, I was creating a dating profile on Bumble and I had recently rewatched this episode on Cartoon Netowrk, and in the "About Me" section of the profile I wrote "I will never get tired of that episode of Bob's Burgers where Jon Hamm plays a talking toilet". I'm still single (but that profile did actually lead to me meeting one of the more interesting people I've met through a dating app, so...)

"Topsy"- Pretty much generally acknowledged as a classic, so I'll just specifically mention how much I love Teddy in this one. The whole backstory he comes up for "Dr. Glen Wellness" and the line "What's it like out there? Are people still the same, with their funny ways?" is sooooooo good. Like, I need to think of an occasion to say that in real life.

"It Snakes A Village"- Meh. If you want me to care about a story, don't make it about Gloria and Al. Especially don't make it about their sex life.

"The Kids Run the Restaurant"- I don't watch this one a ton because I can kind of empathize with Bob's squeamishness re: blood, but it is pretty hilarious. I especially loved Gene's idea of reformatting the restaurant to serving chicken. This week, I managed to turn his line "Chicken on a treadmill, last offer" into a running joke with a coworker whose never seen the show, so that was fun.

"Boyz 4 Now"- One of the strongest candidates for the title of my favorite "Bob's Burgers" episode. After rewatching it, I really think it might be the episode I would use if I only had one episode to try to convince someone to watch the show. It's unfailingly hilarious yet also has a relatable emotional core. I'm a 42 year old man, and I still feel like Louise every time I have a crush. Louise and Tina stories and "Louise in denial of her feelings" stories are two of my favorite types of stories and this is both. Plus, the tablescaping subplot really shows the Belchers at their best- all getting really enthusiastic about something pretty weird that one of them is doing! Also, Boyz 4 Now and their songs are hilarious and a perfect parody of pop music. My ranking scale for this project only goes up to 5, but in reality this an A++++, 15 out of 10, no notes.

"Carpe Museum"- Another all-time classic. Putting aside it introducing my favorite recurring character for the moment it also has: some of the show's definitive Bob-Louise bonding moments; the introduction of Henry Haber; Linda joining a picket line and coming up with obscene chants; Frond and the museum lady flirting; Teddy's speech encouraging Linda to go to the museum...so much good stuff! But yeah, there's also the introduction of Regular Sized Rudy, the most "me as a kid" character in TV history. Oh, and that last scene with Bob, Louise, and Rudy cuddling on the school bus? Basically the cutest thing ever in my book. If I ever seem a bit too excited to talk about Roudise on here, please keep in mind that I've basically been shipping them since May 5, 2013, with relatively few people to talk about it with until I joined this silly website last year.

Random Thoughts (stuff that doesn't affect the ratings):

-It is so nice for the show to have the normal version of the theme song and opening credits! Yes, the changes are small, but they matter to me. The opening music and credits in the first two seasons are just not as fun and lively as the version from three onward- and it makes the show as a whole feel a bit more fun now.

-Gene in "Broadcast Wagstaff School News": "Quick! Comb me over! Trump me!" It's so weird when pre-2016 TV shows make jokes about that guy in the genre of "businessman"/TV personality with bad hair knowing now that he is a wannabe fascist dictator.

-"Things that are different in their first appearance" department: Regular Sized Rudy's voice is noticeably different in "Carpe Museum" (it was funny to hear that interview where Brian Huskey said he was told "do what you did at the table read" and didn't really remember what he did at the table read). Also, Mr. Branca's pants are a different color in his first appearance than they normally are- I'm assuming that his normal pants were damaged in an unfortunate incident with his work crowbar.

Well, much like the Deuce of Diamonds and Toad the Wet Sprocket, I gave you my magic and now I am going to disappear. (Not really, I'm just ending this post. I'll still be here. I just couldn't resist making another reference to that line)

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[dreamlessinparis]

Power of Three

Pairing: Mickey Henry x F!Reader x Frank (Endings Beginnings)

Word Count: 2661

Summary: Notorious twins Frank and Mickey choose you for their third in their weekly performer at the sex club Within Temptation.

Warning: explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, cumplay, oral (f receiving), fluff, explicit language, praise, double penetration, twincest, exhibitionalism, voyeurism, sex club, domme Frank, sub Mickey, pwp, daddy kink

A/N: This is the first of many parts for a Sex Club AU I’m creating, centered around Seb characters for the time being. There is a main storyline between the club owner and one of the workers of the club but there are alot of branching out mini stories for each character and this is one of them. My goal is to have one story per character but I may expand we’ll see. This is purely selfish but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for betaing this for me and to @sweeterthanthis, @navybrat817 @buckyownsmylife and @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for cheering me on for this story. All mistakes are still my own :) Anthos, according to google, is blossom in Greek, please correct me if I'm horribly wrong.

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

Divider credit to the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics

The crowd began to pile in. It wasn't shocking to you, considering the Twins were about to put on a show. Every week, they chose a night to pick a patron and put on a public show with them.

Deep down, you wanted them to pick you but having sex in front of others, that part made you nervous. However, those two floofy-haired menaces would be worth it. Frank was assertive, always leading the show; it was always impossible to look away. His presence was addicting. Mickey on the hand was on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. He was malleable and sweet, the biggest sub you'd ever seen.

It thrilled you to imagine having him do what you pleased; to have Frank whispering dirty things and telling you what to do. You squeezed your thighs together, shifting on your stool by the bar.

“Would you like another drink?" You turned back to the bartender. She stood behind you, cocking her head. 

“Uhm, yes please," you smiled. She nodded, giving you a wink as she walked off. 

Within Temptation only opened a few months back but it had already built up a large clientele, yourself included. It was exclusive enough that you only found out if you knew someone. Your good friend Carter knew all about these things and lucky for you, he took you everywhere.

In fact, he was somewhere in the club, having his fun. He and his cousin TJ usually came together.

The microphone had some feedback when Frank picked it up, tapping it twice, "Evening ladies and gentlemen, how's everyone doing tonight?"

There was a small murmur of applause and moans. The lights began to dim, the purply hue deepening, lustful vibes intensifying.

“Frank, we’re not here to do stand up,” Mickey chided him, leaning around his twin to speak into the mic. Frank's hearty chuckle seemed to move his whole toned body. His chest was bare and glistening under the lights, his lower half sculpted into a pair of red leather pants. He looked mouthwatering. Wanting nothing more than to crawl to him and lick up those tight abs.

You thought no one could look even better and then Mickey stepped out fully. The tall Adonis was golden, all tan skin, rippling muscle, and, fuck, wearing the tiniest pair of gold briefs. Made of spandex and clinging everywhere. Those things made his thighs look thicker. You almost fell off your stools, leaning too far forward.

Reaching behind for your drink, you quickly downed it and started to get closer to the throne dais. Every week the prop of the dais changed, and this time sat a large golden throne. Something was pulling you closer to it. Anything to gain their attention. The flame fueling you grew larger with every step. The crowd seemed to part around you, setting a path to them. Tonight it was your night. It had to be.

You stopped a few feet away, leaning against one of the plush velvet couches. The couple seated near you, never stopping their fucking. Not that you were surprised.

Mickey whispered something to Frank and his eyes snapped to you. They seemed to darken as he took in every inch of your body.

"Would you like to join us tonight, pretty blossom?” Frank voiced, reaching a hand out.

A girl on the other side of the crowd let out an almost shrill sound, before storming off. Everyone looked around, almost shocked, some chuckling uncomfortably, Mickey took the mic from Frank, "Seems like you upset someone, brother." Frank shrugged, chuckling. His hand was still extended out, eyes never leaving you. Your feet had a mind of their own, carrying you forward to the stage.

It was a whole different world on that stage. Like grabbing Frank's hand pulled you through a portal. Well, it wasn't that different but it sure felt that way. The men towered over you, pressing in from both sides. Neither of them were touching you but the electricity was static between you all.

“Hi," you mumbled. Frank's smile grew and his thumb stroked your cheek.

"Hello, blossom."

“Ready to play, Anthos, " Mickey whispered. “We're going to make you bloom tonight.”

"A safe word for the lovely lady?”

"Moonlight," you blurted out. It was the first thing that came to mind, with the way the lights were twinkling around Frank's head.

"Moonlight," he repeated, tasting each syllable. His finger hooked beneath the strap of your dress. He toyed with it before slowly dragging it down til it dropped, "now the ground rules are simple. You call me Daddy, anything I say goes. Mickey, well he likes to be bossed around. Call him a good boy and he's putty. Got it?"

“Yes, daddy," you agreed. Turning to glance at Mickey, you asked, "and what's your safe word?”

Mickey smiled wide and kissed your shoulder, trailing up to your ear, "cerulean."

"Oh, like your eyes," you inquired. A soft gasp fell from your lips as Frank kissed along the tops of your breasts. "Mhmm yes angel, just like my eyes."

"Kiss her, Mick. You keep those lips occupied, I've got the ones between her hips." Frank commanded. Mickey tilted your chin back, catching your lips softly. The kiss began slowly but quickly intensified. His lips were soft and firm.

Frank pulled your other strap down, and as he kissed his way down, he shimmied your dress off you. By the time he circled his tongue around your navel, your dress had pooled at your feet. It didn't faze you, not with Mickey's tongue slipping past your lips. His body grinding against your backside, cock hardening with each rut. By the feel of it, he was huge. Fuck he was going to ruin you. 

Frank sank to his knees before you, and his hands ran up your torso, cupping your boobs and trailing back down.

"This doesn't feel right." Frank mused. You and Mickey paused to look at him. "Let's seat her on the throne.”

You were guided to the plush velvet cushioned throne, and Frank spread you out, tossing one of your legs over the arm. Mickey perched on the other seat, going in for another kiss. You pulled back, shaking your head, "Kneel, Mickey," you whispered, "I want you on your knees." Your voice was stronger the second time. Mickey didn't hesitate, sliding off the seat and onto the floor beside it.

You chanced a peek at Frank, scared you'd overstepped. But Frank was smirking, looking incredibly pleased. He kissed your inner thigh, "Good girl. You're going to fit right in." He dragged your panties to the side and sucked on your lips, before delving his tongue between your folds.

Your hips bucked, body arching. Mickey let out a soft sound as if calling attention to himself. You turned your head, signaling him closer.

He kissed you feverishly, his tongue almost moving in tandem with Frank's. Damn twin connection.

You were brought to your first climax quicker than you expected and Frank pulled away from you, his face shining with your slick. Your hand was gripping the back of Mickey's neck, that hold, keeping him in place and grounding yourself. It was like an out-of-body experience, thrumming with pleasure.

Frank allowed you to continue kissing Mickey as he made his way up your body. His hand covered yours on Mickey's neck, lacing your fingers together. He managed to pull Mickey away, replacing him. The kiss was a lot more frantic, lustful. The lingering tangy taste of your essence, fresh on his lips.

"I want to feel you," Frank whispered against your lips, and you nodded frantically, asking silently. You needed him inside you, and it was turning into a desperate, frantic, need.

"Please Daddy," you whimpered, tugging your fingers through his thick locks. "Fuck me." 

"Is that what you want, Blossom?" Frank's lips traced over your jaw, nipping at the tender skin," think you could take both of us. We wouldn't want poor Mickey to feel left out, would we?"

"No never," you agreed, breathlessly. You turned your head, and Mickey kissed you without hesitation. Frank wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and away from Mickey. You pouted, making him chuckle.

 It was all for good reason though, Mickey sat down on the throne, stroking his cock as he waited for Frank to place you down onto his lap. Frank hovered you over Mickey's cock, and Mickey ran the spongy tip through your silky folds before notching it in your clenching hole. You gasped as you were lowered down inch by inch, frank's arms hooked beneath knees, keeping you spread open. 

Your head fell back, resting against Mickey's shoulder, letting out a gargled sound when Frank's thumb brushed over your clit, adding pressure with each pass. Mickey grabbed your breasts, kneading them softly. His calloused hands on your soft skin feeling amazing. 

Frank stood back watching the two of you. Enjoying the way Mickey's cock moved in and out of you. You saw through hooded eyes, that his gaze had darkened and he dropped down to your knees. As if to get a closer look.

You couldn't keep your eyes open, especially after Frank licked a heavy stripe up your folds. He began teasing you, darting his tongue out like a snake, barely touching your clit. Mickey's hips rolled down, brushing your sweet spot and sending a jolt up your body.

"Stop," Frank commanded and Mickey's thrusts ceased. Your eyes flew open and met Frank's mischievous blues. His large hands were splayed over both of your thighs, fingertips digging into your soft flesh. "I want you to stay still, Mickey, while I get her ready for the two of us." 

Mickey's 'yes sir' was forced, doing his best to stay still. You clenched around him and he let out a heady moan. There was a sharp sudden pain as Frank slapped your pussy.

"Behave, Blossom, don't make it harder for our handsome bunny. He's not allowed to cum yet. Ladies first," Frank smirked.

Instead of latching onto your pussy, his head ducked lower. You sat up to get a better view, hands gripping the arms of the throne.

You'd forgotten that the three of you were in front of an audience, too caught up in the two brothers. Luckily, other than hearing the moans and whispers, you couldn't see anyone over the lights. The feeling of being on display still set your whole body on fire. You liked it, despite the nerves.

Your eyes dropped back down to Frank. He was circling your small pearl with his thumb while his tongue was lapping at Mickey's balls. Small breathy pants came from Mickey as he tried to keep still. His hands slipped off your breasts, gripping your hips for dear life. Creating grooves in your skin, you were sure.

Frank sucked lewdly on Mickey's balls, nuzzling his face further down. You felt Mickey trembling against your back. The whole situation was so hot and you felt arousal pooling between your legs. This time when you clenched, it was instinctive and you muttered an apology when Mickey whimpered. 

Frank lifted his head and gave you a look. "You're being greedy, Blossom. Are you jealous I'm giving Mickey more attention?" 

"No, Daddy," you denied," I'm just turned on."

"Oh? You like watching me tease our bunny?" 

You nodded, licking your lips. "Mhmm."

"Such a good girl. Isn't she, Mickey?" Frank asked. Mickey's responding 'yes' came out in a shout as Frank tugged on his heavy balls. Frank smirked, using his hand to toy with the smooth globes. 

He leaned in, this time closing his mouth over your sensitive skin. Your nails dug into the throne's arms, and your back bowed. Frank worked quickly, driving you over the edge. You shattered like a glass window, crumpling into a million pieces. With the way you were fluttering around him, you were surprised Mickey hadn't come.

He was close to losing control though, with the way his hands tightened on your skin. "Don't do it, Mickey," Frank warned. "Don't make me edge you tonight."

Mickey made a jumbled sound but seemed to collect himself. Frank kissed your pussy before standing up. He hooked his hands under your thighs, tilting you forward. His cock bobbed between you, begging to be touched. It was thick, almost longer than his twin´s. The thrumming aftershocks of pleasure still pulsed in your body, making it hard to focus.

"It's not going to fit," you voiced aloud. Frank cocked an eyebrow, holding himself by the base and tapping the head against you, making a wet sound every time.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll make it fit. Just trust me."

Your mind went blank, as Frank slowly pushed in beside Mickey. The connection between your brain and mouth was non-existent; nothing you said made sense. You were fuzzy and warm all over, almost detaching from reality the further Frank pushed in. 

The stretch was unbelievable, and you swore he was going to split you in half. He kept filling you up until he was fully seated in. The burning had dissipated, giving way to pleasure. Warmth pooled in your abdomen and you felt so full. They weren't going to be able to move, there was no way. 

"Fuck so tight," Frank groaned. His palm touched your lower stomach, lightly pushing down, making you keen, "I feel myself in your gut. That feel good, Blossom?"

"Yes, daddy," you barely managed out. Your body, despite the improbability, needed them to move, and you spread your legs wider, rolling your hips ever so slightly, "please," you pleaded.

Frank took the hint, pulling out a little before slamming back in. "Go ahead, brother, move."

Mickey didn't need to be told twice, bucking his hips immediately. The two men fucked you hard, using you like a rag doll, your grip on the throne's arms the only thing keeping you steady. With the constant push and pull of two cocks, you were taken to a different level of pleasure.

As your third orgasm crested, you heard words being exchanged but you were too far gone to understand. You screamed as you came, but they kept going. But Mickey didn't last, coming shortly after you and shot his hot ropes of cum deep in you. He slumped back, and softly kissed your shoulder.

Frank followed not too long after the two of you, stuffing you even more. There was so much excess that it was seeping out the sides of the two cocks. 

You felt like jelly, speech still non existent. Frank pried your hands from the wood and pulled them around his neck. You buried your head in his neck. "You okay, baby?"

"Mhmm, so tired Daddy." He kissed your temple and hugged you to him. "Once Mickey cleans you up, we'll head to a private room." 

You nodded, heavily, "with his tongue?" 

"What, baby?"

"Is he going to clean me with his tongue?" 

Frank let out a shocked, amused laugh, "is that what you want?"

"Yes please." Frank lifted you up and off Mickey, keeping you firm in his hold.

 "Well, you heard our girl, Mick."

"She's going to fit right in, isn't she, Frank?" Mickey slid off the throne, cupping your ass and spreading them. 

Frank made a sound of approval and lifted you up further, allowing his cock to slip out of you. Cum began to trickle down your inner thighs. 

Mickey's tongue prodded your stretched hole, sucking and lewdly slurping up the combined mixture. You whined, feeling overly sensitive, and buried your head again. Frank soothed you, rubbing your back and Mickey seemed to quicken his actions.

Once both men were satisfied, Mickey stood up and gave you both a kiss. With all your items gathered, Frank carried you with Mickey close behind. "Let's get off stage, and into a private room, Frank. See if we can't convince Blossom to be our girl before she falls asleep."

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Clear Blue (2) | Mickey Henry 18+

Mickey Henry x F!Reader

chapter warnings: angst, oh boy.

Part 1

Somehow, you’d managed to make it through your entire first trimester without a single hint of morning sickness, sore boobs or fatigue. But the second that second trimester hit? You were dead on your feet. Yep. It was official. You scheduled a doctor’s appointment a week after that second line showed up and the doctor confirmed it for you. Fourteen weeks. Of course the second you left the office the first thing you could think of was “how the fuck do I tell Mickey?” You weren’t so sure that you wanted to honestly. He seemed happy with Chloe and he also seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you. You knew this is what happened with Mickey. He always dropped you for the newer, shinier model. But this time just the thought of talking to him around Chloe made your stomach curl. 

You knew that Chloe didn’t approve the lifestyle that Mickey led. She was like Aspa in that way. She wanted to force him to grow up and lead a more “adult” life but that just wasn’t Mickey. You could dress him in all the nicest suits, try to tame that fluffy hair but he was still Mickey. But that thought was enough to sober you up. He was Mickey and you were Y/N and holy fuck you were having his baby.

It was that sobering thought that basically…well…sobered you up. Unlike Mickey who didn’t have to carry the baby and make sure that his lifestyle was as healthy and clean as possible to ensure the developmental safety of this child, you had to change. At the appointment the doctor had confirmed that the fetus seemed fine and that they were developing at the typical rate but just the thought of how your lifestyle before this realization could’ve affected another life gave you pause. And so you sold your blow and your alcohol to Argyris, because why not make a fucking profit off it. Argyris didn’t question why you did it and you sure as hell weren’t about to tell him what you’d just found out before even talking to Mickey about it. 

And that’s how you ended up here. At one of the last parties of the season before the weather started to turn just slightly. Mickey was up at the Deejay stand and Chloe was dancing in front of him, trying to get his attention. You stood at the bar, a couple of your mutual friends around you trying to make conversation. You took a sip of your water, trying hard to blend in with your friends as you pretended to have a good time and you convinced them that you were just taking the role of D.D. extremely seriously tonight. Making sure not to alert them to any changes. 

Mickey looked like he was having a great time, until another Deejay came up to take his spot. You could read him like a book. Mickey was not happy with the sudden change and if the clenching of his jaw told you anything, it was that he was unprepared for this interruption. The music changed and the crowd seemed to be more involved, likely having come to the party for the deejay that wasn’t Mickey. Mickey and Chloe joined your friends at the bar. Argyris spouted his typical Argyris bullshit about how he and Mickey were going to hit it big and how Chloe was the best thing that ever happened to him. Hearing Argyris say that brought on a strong bout of nausea that you just barely managed to hold back. When Chloe left to go to the bathroom that’s when you took your chance. Taking in a breath, you slid off your stool and sidled up to Mickey. He looked at you, really looked at you, for the first time in months. That signature goofy smirk taking residence on his face and you swore you felt fucking butterflies in your stomach.

“Hi princess, long time no see,” he stated as casually as possible. The flippant nature of his tone causing a scowl to become etched upon your features. As if he hadn’t tossed you aside the second he met Chloe. But you tried to turn that feeling off. 

“Mickey, we need to talk.”

“Well then talk sweetheart, I’m all ears.”

“Mickey we need to talk alone.”

The seriousness in your voice must have intrigued him because Mickey was throwing back his shot and leading you by the arm to a darkened spot of the party where the music was quieter but none of your friends were near.

“What’s up, sweetheart? Miss me?” Mickey smirked as he leaned against the wall. The casualty in his tone once again raising your blood pressure.

“What’s there to miss Henry?” you practically hissed, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a glare that you hoped he could physically feel burning into him. The smug look reappeared on his face and you knew he was about to say something that would piss you off even more. He pushed himself off the wall and took a step closer to you, closing the space you’d put in between the two of you. Mickey’s cologne filled the space and where you’d been super sensitive to smell in the last couple weeks, the smell of him taking up space made you just want to curl into his arms and never leave. And then he ruined it by touching your face and pushing his lips into a mock pout.

“Aww what is it princess? Haven’t been able to get yourself off since daddy stopped hanging around?” He teased mercilessly, his eyes alight with mischief. He knew what he was saying and you knew he had zero plans to act on them, hell you didn’t want him to act on them. You weren’t a home wrecker. You didn’t want to come between him and Chloe. But the way he addressed himself as daddy seemed to remind you what you needed to talk to him about. 

It’s now or never.

“You know it’s funny. You always liked being called daddy but I didn’t think you meant it seriously,” you snapped in his direction. 

Mickey withdrew his hand from your face at the spice in your voice. His eyes grew confused at your words, the playful spark disappearing and darkening as he took in your words. His smirk twisted into a grimace as he looked at you more seriously than he had in years.

“What the fuck are you talking about Y/N?”

The way he said your name felt like a knife to your heart. It was said softly as if he had a clue of what you were telling him but he needed you to say it out loud. And fuck if you weren’t scared. You hadn’t told anyone. Not your friends or your parents. You’d barely said it out loud to yourself. And now here you were about to spill your closest secret to the only person worthy of hearing it. And so you decided to be a little sarcastic with your announcement.

“Congratulations, Mickey Henry. On this week’s episode of ‘who’s your daddy: the show with the baby mama drama’ you seem to be a prime contender. Congratulations. Your sperm is effective and seems to not give a fuck about birth control pills. We’re in the 9% friend.”

Part of you wondered if you made the right choice announcing your pregnancy to him in such a manner, but another part of you wanted to fucking frame the image in front of you. Mickey’s mouth opening and shutting like a fish and his wide blue eyes swirling with confusion and a number of other emotions that you couldn’t even decipher. It was quiet between the two of you. The music from the party in the background. You knew Chloe would be back soon and you’d lose him again but fuck you just needed him to say something. To respond. Anything. Just to acknowledge the words you’d just told him, the largest truth bomb you ever could have detonated.

But he just stood there. Silent. Thinking. He closed his mouth. Ran a hand through his hair. Opened his mouth again. Closed it one more time. And then he did what Mickey Henry fucking does best. 

He walked away.

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[dangoarts]

i realized something as i was falling asleep yesterday: if i want people to like the au i'm making, i need to actually share what the hell's happening in my brain. therefore

Blotted AU Masterpost!

I've mentioned the Blotted AU a bit here, but I've barely gone in depth about what it actually is. In short, it's a Batim/Batdr rewrite AU inspired by Epic Mickey. It roughly merges the concept of the Cycle with the early game story of Epic Mickey, ideas from Ink Machine and Dreams Come to Life, and the story of Dark Revival. The general plot is that the cast from Bendy and the Ink Machine are all dragged into the Cycle by the Ink Demon and now have to survive as a team.

Before I go in depth (and it's gonna be long i apologize), here is the google doc where I wrote down every idea dump I had for it, a cast list with their roles and brief history in the au, and a rough timeline. It won't be any better of a tl;dr for this post since it's a barely organized mess that only makes sense to me, but if you're interested in seeing how the au developed over time, feel free to give it a read! A lot of the idea dumps ended up being about Sammy whoops (he's my favorite).

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The rewrite starts off when Joey commissions the Ink Machine from Gent. Originally it was to cut down on animation costs and time, but when he realizes he could make 3D actors with it, he starts to experiment.

His first attempt that lives is Ink Bendy. His disfiguration and uncannily human appearance is immediately met with hostility and rejection, and Joey basically crams him back into the machine to try again. Unbeknownst to him, that creates the Cycle and Bendy never actually died. The rejection and isolation along with being trapped in a realm that mimics the fleeting glimpse of the real world he could've lived in started brewing up his very negative feelings towards Joey and humans in general.

Joey tries to make Bendy again, but the only surviving clones are the Wandering Sin Bendy and Concept Bendy, both of which are "scrapped" like Ink Bendy. Once he accepts that Bendy won't work, he tries with the Butcher Gang. A lot more clones survive, but they all end up horribly disfigured and mutilated. All of them are thrown into the Cycle.

His attempts with Alice Angel make incredibly humanoid creatures (original Lost Ones minus the dead employee bit), and that leads him to try creating an actual human with the Ink Machine. Everyone is really concerned about his actions and the ethics behind it at this point, and they get Henry to try and stop him. Naturally, Joey ignores them, makes a secret room for it, and continues his experiments.

After numerous failures that end up creating the population of the Cycle, Audrey is born in 1941. Joey discovers the joys and struggles of being a single dad working an executive position until 1946, when the Ink Demon finally gathers enough power over the Cycle to control the Ink Machine. Joey Drew Studios floods with ink, and every employee in the building is dragged into the Cycle.

Nathan Arch inherits the studio rights and adopts Audrey like Joey's will requests. A lot of her childhood with Joey is forgotten due to normal childhood amnesia, but she still goes by Audrey Drew. Her life is relatively uneventful and she gets hired as an animator in Archgate Studios like normal.

Meanwhile, in the Cycle, the studio employees quickly have to find shelter from the hostile toons. After finding refuge in Artist's Rest, they start pushing back against the Ink Demon's relentless aggression. It turns into a war of survival, with each side fighting to trap or destroy the other.

The animators start losing the fight when Sammy gets his eye torn out by the Ink Demon. The ink from the wound creates a mental connection between the two, and he's slowly corrupted from the inside out. It culminates into the Ink Demon puppeteering him, forcing him to lead the toons into the animators' base. A massive fight breaks out that kills most of the studio employees, and the Ink Demon consumes Joey's soul to permanently kill him.

Besides Joey, the employees who died are reincarnated as toons or Lost Ones, dubbed "conversion death." Usually their memories of their past life are blocked off, allowing their original personalities to stay but creating a blank slate for the Ink Demon to control. Conversion killed toons can keep memories from their past human life, but they never keep all of them. They can also regain their human memories again, but the process is usually very confusing, drawn out, and painful, with the memories coming back as visions accompanied by migraines.

Sammy was conversion killed after the fight that killed Joey. He was made into the Ink Demon's second in command, complete with receiving a fraction of his power as shifting through walls and manipulating his ink appearance. Susie and Norman were conversion killed during the fight, and they became Twisted Alice and initially a Lost One respectively. Norman's body was incredibly unstable and needed mechanical implants to survive outside of the Puddles, resulting in the Projectionist.

Henry steps up in Joey's absence and leads the surviving few to the Gent workshop after a few days of living precariously without safety. They switch their focus from fighting against the Ink Demon to surviving, now locked in a defensive stalemate with the toon forces. During the time, Thomas uses the familiar tech and supplies to create the signal towers, sealing off the workshop from the toons.

During the stalemate, the animators still had to brave the studio to gather food and materials. Jack, Wally, Shawn, and Daniel did most of the scouring, and Allison and Thomas only ventured out whenever they needed more supplies for his machines. While on those missions, Daniel was conversion killed into Buddy Boris, Jack's left arm was slashed and corrupted, and Allison and Thomas were conversion killed together into Allison Angel and Tom.

Boris forgot everything from his past life, but still shows sympathy to the animators. He lets them stay in his hideout he made if they need to and helps them evade the other toons. Allison and Tom forgot most of their past, but they remembered that the Ink Demon was dangerous and the animators weren't. They quickly went back to their side as soon as they could.

In 1963, Wilson disappears from the real world after finding out what the Ink Machine does in Archgate's museum honoring Joey Drew Studios. In the Cycle, he picks up where Thomas left off on the development of technicolor to combat the toons, along with trying to create his own ink life. He succeeds at both with the creation of the Keepers and technicolor ink, and the war flares back up.

Eventually, he uses the technicolor to gravely weaken and imprison the Ink Demon after a large fight. Henry is against his actions and torturous experiments on the Ink Demon, and he leaves after getting into a massive argument with him. To everyone else, he completely vanishes, but he instead takes up residence with Boris.

In 1973, the Ink Demon escapes from his physical prison Wilson trapped him in. He starts to recover from Wilson's treatment, but still can't get past the mental prison of Dapper Bendy he trapped him in. On the anniversary of the studio's disappearance, Audrey is lured into the Cycle by the Dark Puddles. Most of the story here follows Dark Revival's, with Allison finding her after a Piper raises the alarm, Audrey discovering Bendy and accidentally shocking him with her power, the Ink Demon getting released periodically from his toon prison, and Audrey finally making it to the Gent workshop.

When the Ink Demon's toon prison destabilizes, he acts a lot more aggressive and automatically treats everyone as his enemy. He kills anyone he can get his hands on, which included an overjoyed Sammy that ran straight to his death. He calms down after Audrey shows him kindness as Bendy, and he especially calms down when she shows him that same level of kindness and additional sympathy both as Bendy and the Ink Demon once she learns what had happened to him.

However, during that, Sammy took the death extremely badly, believing that he was killed because he didn’t free him, and does everything he can to earn his forgiveness again. Along with suffering through memory flashes of his past life, he tries to sacrifice anyone he can get his hands on, which includes the other toons that once trusted him. They reject him as their leader and start forming isolated groups, with some of them becoming Amok and their followers, the Ink Jets, the Demon Followers that still fight against the animators, and colonies of Butcher Gang clones. Alice wanders the studio alone, and the Projectionist stays in his designated area.

Sammy gets imprisoned after trying to attack the Gent workshop in a desperate attempt to please the Ink Demon. During his imprisonment, he regains most of his memories and starts to question how genuine his loyalty was to the demon. Audrey finds Henry shortly after and brings him back. Henry explains the full history of the Cycle to her, including what Joey did and the revelation that she's not human.

I'm still unsure whether or not I want Wilson to create a big scene with Shipahoy Dudley, and if he did, he would permanently die like Joey. However, I do want Audrey to deescalate the situation between the Ink Demon and the animators. His problems all came from Joey, and the other workers did nothing and were against his actions with the Ink Machine. Once he calms down and stops, he'd release everyone who isn't native to the Cycle back into the real world.

The ones who died in the Cycle revert back to mostly human in the real world. Some traits from their previous forms carry over like scars, Alice and Allison keeping their horns for example. They'd have to readjust to living like humans again along with revoking their legal death status.

~*~*~

and that's it! if you made it this far congrats you're a trooper

i'm still working on it and i wanna make stories for it like i did with sammy already, so praying to the motivation gods that i can get enough brainthoughts to write

now that i have the explanation done i can go back to posting cryptic nonsensical stuff about it

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[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

fear is the heart of love

Characters - Yandere!Reader and Mickey Henry

Warnings - Dark Reader Fic, Stalking, Non Con Voyeurism, Masturbation and Fingering (not graphic), Violence, Obsession

a/n - This is something completely new for me and I'm back in my dark zone, written entirely in first person and with a dark reader. I got the prompt "I love you more than anything" from @musingsinmoonlight for her 1k challenge and with a little help from @navybrat817 @dreamlessinparis and @sweeterthanthis I created this. Sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting Suz 🫣

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The cafe was busy, filled with groups of friends meeting for brunch, older couples sitting in peace enjoying the sun’s heat against their skin and then there was me.

I sat in the corner, the ice in my coffee slowly melting as I pretended to read my book. I kept my eyes on Mickey a few tables over as he talked with the woman from last night, gesticulating wildly as he told her a story about his friend. The sun glinted off the rings he never seemed to take off, the rings that I could still feel against my skin, a memory from when he lovingly gripped my hips a few nights ago.

I was in Athens with work, helping them open a new office when I met Mickey. He was DJing at a bar I had been taken to and I was instantly smitten, his boyish smile and energetic dancing had me hooked. He fought off a dark-haired girl who was standing to the side of his decks, seemingly desperate for his attention and made his way over to me.

We danced and kissed, knowing smiles shared between each other before I took him back to my hotel a few hours later, spending the night wrapped up in each other’s bodies. Nobody made me feel the way he did that night, I know he felt it too. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me.

I woke up the next morning to a note on the pillow beside me, “Thanks for the sleepover, I’ll be in the same place again tonight. Come say hi” I bit my lip and smiled at his scratchy writing, running my fingers over the smiley face he signed off with. I rolled over to where he slept and breathed in the leftover scent of sea salt and sandalwood from the bedding. 

It was Saturday and I had the entire day to myself so I went out exploring, buying a few things for friends at home and sampling the local food at the market. I couldn’t get my mind off Mickey though, the minutes passed by so slowly and I needed a distraction. 

I grabbed my phone out of my bag and looked for a nearby clothes store, I knew nothing I packed for this trip would be good enough and I wanted to look my best for him. I passed a jewellery store on my way and something caught my eye, everything was falling into place nicely as if fate was playing her part in our story.

I made my way to the bar later that night, wearing the new dress I had bought to impress him. Making sure the little surprise I bought him was secure in my bag as I fished out €20 for the elaborate cocktails. 

The bass was already thumping and I could hear the crowd having a good time as I rounded the corner to find him. I couldn’t stop the noise that came out of my mouth at the sight in front of me.

There he was standing behind the decks, his hands pawing at the body of a mystery blonde girl, kissing her the way he kissed me last night. It felt like I had been punched in the gut, I dropped the drinks and cringed when the people around me cheered. He invited me here tonight. He slept with me only hours before, I still remember how he whispered sweet things in my ear as his hips snapped against mine, he told me I wasn’t like other girls and he was so lucky to have met me.

This other girl must have thrown herself at him, there was no other explanation. He needed my help, I couldn’t just leave him here with her, who knows what might happen. I hid behind someone tall, reaching into my bag and running my fingers over the cool metal of the promise ring I bought him earlier. 

I stayed in the shadows all night so she wouldn’t see me as I kept watch, it felt like she was twisting a knife in my back whenever she laughed at something he said. He was smiling at her, showing her how to use his equipment, clearly just a show for the crowd. 

I followed them back to what I assumed was his place, watching as they fell through his front door. He was smart not to lock it behind him, he knows I’m here to protect him and need to get in without her noticing me so I can keep watch. I counted to a hundred before walking inside, shaking my head at how messy he was. He must have stripped off on his way to the bedroom, I picked up his clothes and folded them up, taking a deep breath and smiling at the scent I recognised from last night. I decided to take them back to my hotel so he has a change of clothes when he comes back over.

I heard noises coming from the other room and quietly walked over, peering through the crack in the door. I was shocked to find them both naked, his fingers buried deep inside her as she moaned into his mouth. I slip my hand into my underwear, copying his movements with my fingers since he was probably thinking about me anyway. 

I had to bury my face in his clothes to drown out the sounds of my moaning as I kept rhythm with him. I couldn’t stay here any longer, he seemed to have this under control and I could talk to him another time about better ways to deal with women who throw themselves at him. 

The next morning I woke up early and made my way over to his place, I waited across the street in the little park that faced his building. They seemed to take a long time to come out and I was getting restless, I considered breaking back into the building but before I could finish my thought they came out hand in hand. I figured he was just waiting for her cab to arrive but was angered as I watched him grab her hand and walk down the street.

That’s how I found myself here at the cafe, watching them both and making sure he was safe. They sat a little too close together, her hand on his leg rubbing circles into his thigh with her thumb as they talked. A child a few tables away let go of their balloon, crying loudly and causing me to lose concentration for a moment.

One moment is all it took, a dark-haired girl had approached them both, I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying but the look on Mickey’s face said it all. She was another person I needed to keep him safe from, thankfully that was going to be easy because right now she was walking towards the bathrooms. 

Perfect. Out of sight and easy to clean up after.

I took one more look over before making my way over to the ladies. The girl was crying at the sink, looking at herself in the mirror and that’s when I recognised her. She was there the night I met Mickey, she was desperate for his attention then as well. I stood beside her, washing my hands, and asked her if she was ok. 

She nodded her head and tried to stop herself from crying, sniffling and taking deep breaths. I waited until the room was empty before grabbing her hair and slamming her face into the mirror, over and over until she fell to the floor. The noise of what happened must have travelled because as if by magic in walked the blonde girl asking what happened.

She took one look at the scene in front of her and screamed out, I charged at her and knocked her down, straddling her waist and punching her in the face repeatedly until the noise stopped. I was covered in her blood but that’s ok, he’s worth it.

A small crowd of people ran in as I was on top of her, including Mickey. He was shouting down at me and pushing me off the woman. I smiled up at him and raised my bloodied hand, "I had to do it. Don't you see? I love you more than anything."

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[sebastiansluts]

Could you please write something where mickey & reader get caught having sex in public by Sheriff Bodecker. Lee blackmails reader into having sex with him in order to stay out of jail.

Mickey Henry x Reader, Lee Bodecker x Reader; dub!con, public sex, blackmail, vaginal sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Come on baby, take it, yeah, fuck just like that!" Mickey cried, thrusting into your pussy, your hands braced against the alley wall, your shirt rucked up and your bare tits swinging. Mickey had your pants around your spread ankles, his down far enough to free his cock.

"Hey! Fuckin' in the streets is illegal!" the sheriff shouted, shining his flashlight on you two.

You froze as Mickey came, hips pumping into you shallowly, his hands on your tits. "Shit," he swore, pulling out and doing his pants, reading the sheriff's nametag and speaking. "Sorry sheriff, uh, Bodecker, we, uh, just couldn't help ourselves, you know how it is!"

Bodecker looked unimpressed as you readjusted your top and pulled up your pants. "You don't need to do that just yet, honey," he drawled, gesturing at your pants.

You froze, confused, turning to look at him. "And honey, you can call me Lee," he said, tilting his hat at you. You flushed, hands still gripping your pants around your waist. "Now, son, you just go wait right there while I talk to this sweet young thing over here."

Mickey shrugged and laughed, leaning against the wall. Lee turned to you, thumbs in his belt as he said, "So, I'll let you go, without even a warning, all you have to do one thing for me."

"What's that?" you asked hesitantly.

"Lemme fuck that little pussy of yours," Lee said casually.

"You can't be serious!" you cried.

"Come on darlin' I promise I won't charge ya, won't write ya up at all, you just gotta gimme a little taste of that pussy. Just wanna know what was so good it was worth doing in the street."

You bit your lip, looking at Mickey who just shrugged, lighting up a cigarette. Huffing, you agreed. "Fine, you can fuck me."

Lee groaned, undoing his belt and pants, as you dropped your pants, planting your hands back on the wall.

Lee came up behind you, sliding his dick through your folds before filling you. You gasped, the stretch being more than with Mickey. Lee grunted in your ear, thrusting slowly, making you feel every ridge on his cock. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, moaning, as his fingers came to your front and slid across your clit, pinching it between two fingers, rubbing it back and forth.

His other hand came up your shirt, fondling your breast, toying with your nipple before sharply tugging on it. You cried out, pressing back into his hips, begging, "Please, faster, fuck me Lee."

Lee groaned, hands going to your hips and picking up the pace, whispering in your ear. "That's a good girl, taking me so well, such a sweet thing, shouldn't be out here in the streets, should have a nice bed, lay you down proper and make you feel good."

You came with a cry, his words pushing you over the edge as you imagined it. You tightened around Lee, setting off his orgasm, which he fucked you through, pumping his load deep in you, mixing with Mickey's.

He pulled out gently, redoing his pants, then helping you pull up yours, pulling up the zipper and doing the button for you, tugging your shirt back into place. "I see why he had to have you, the only way that pussy could be better is if it was on my tongue," Lee whispered in your ear before walking away.

"Alright, you have a good night now," Lee called out, heading to his car with a lingering glance in your direction.

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[georgiapeach30513]

My Ellie

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Summary:  Ellie is confused

Pairings:  Aster/Beck X Ellie, Ellie X Emy, Aster/Beck X Joshua/Emy, Aster/Beck/Ransom X Mickey

Rating:  angsty

Warnings:  confused Ellie, child psychology, mild depictions of domestic violence, language, Beck and Mickey into a small altercation, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Eliana Henry-Beck Masterlist

Ellie stomps through the door of the townhouse, not even looking back at Mickey, or saying anything to Beck or Aster.  Just marches to her room, and slams the door.  “What did you do?” Aster asks Mickey, Orion in her arms, and Atlas waddles around the corner to see what the commotion was.

“Why is it always something that I did?” he asks, his voice raising.  Beck struggles to get Orion out of Aster’s arms, and pulls up Atlas as well, walking them into the playroom so they don’t see their mom arguing with Mickey.

“For starters, she didn’t leave here with an attitude, now every time you drop her off she has one.  And that,” her finger points back to her room.  “She never walks past me and Beck without saying hey.”

“The great and wonderful, Beck, huh?  I seriously can’t do anything right.  I have made an effort to get her every other weekend, I pass your drug tests that you still insist that I take, and she doesn’t have a mark on her.  What more do you want me to be?”

“I want to know what’s wrong with my daughter.”

Mickey rolls his eyes, looking up at the ceiling.  “Our daughter.  You and me made that child, baby.  Not your precious Beck.  Not all of us can be perfect, Azzie.  At least I’m trying.”

Aster bites her tongue.  Her whole body vibrates with the need to push him, but instead, she takes a calming breath.  “Thank you so much for finally growing up, and trying Mickey.  All I have ever wanted from you is you to be there for our daughter.  I guess we’ll see you in two weeks?  You gonna actually call her in those two weeks?”

“You can really be such a bitch, you know that.”

“Hey!” Beck raises his voice walking into the foyer, “You will not talk to my wife that way.  She is concerned about Ellie,” he walks closer to Aster, standing slightly in front of her.  “Have you not noticed her behavior?” Mickey shakes his head no, blowing out a puff of air.  “Keep an eye on it then, could you?  And, maybe not smoke in the car with her.”

“I quit drugs, it’s a bit hard to quit cigarettes.”

“Just don’t smoke in the car with her.  And make an effort to call her during the next two weeks you don’t have her.  Five minutes of your time, can not be that hard, but I do appreciate you stepping up, and willing to get her every other weekend.  We’ll see you next time, and if you ever talk to my wife like that again...”

“I got it, Mr. Perfect,” he bites at the inside of his lip, and walks out the door.

Aster wraps her arms around Beck, and he can feel how nervous she is, “I’m calling Emy.  I just...if someone touched her...Beck, I’m...”

“I’ll be the one going to jail.  Our boys need their mama.”

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Emy looks at Ellie who sits with her arms crossed around her chest, almost glaring at Emy.  “Ellie, your mom and dad said that there’s been some behavioral issues again?” Ellie doesn’t answer, just rolls her eyes.

“You know they just want what’s best, right?  Is everything good at your daddy’s house?” still no answer.  “Ellie, this...it’s a safe space.  I just want you to be able to talk to me, if you can’t talk to your parents.  Did your dad or someone hurt you?”

“Define hurt?” Ellie answers, her fingers twitching on her arm, before she readjusts herself.

“Hurt can be a lot of things.  Did he touch you?” 

“No.”

“He hurt your feelings?” Ellie shrugs her shoulders, her eyes trained to look at the floor, and away from Emy.  “Is it because you don’t get to see him enough?”

“No.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

Ellie lets out an agitated sigh, laying back on the couch, “Isn’t this how you’re supposed to sit?”

“Sit however makes you comfortable.”

“He’s married,” Ellie closes her eyes, and grimaces.  “And his wife is now,” her hands pet at her belly, and Emy sees a steady flow of tears coming out of her eyes.  “Daddy thought I didn’t see it, but I did.  Her belly is bigger, and he,” furrowing her, she lets her tears fully fall down her face.  “He kissed it.”

“Does that bother you?”

“I wasn’t at his wedding.  I was in mommy and Beck’s, and...” she takes a staggered breath, “There’s a few pictures of mommy with me in her belly, and she’s always alone or with Papa, Mimi, Blade, Iris, Story, or Lucy.  Even Otto is kissing her belly.  There’s none of daddy.  Why...that baby isn’t born yet, and he loves it more.  I know Dad loves me, but...there’s no sweet photos of daddy with mommy.  I want that.”

Emy takes a moment to think, unsure of exactly how to approach the little girl, because her feelings are valid, but it isn’t that Mickey is trying to hurt her.  He’s just always been very good at it.  “Mommy’s pregnant, too.  Do you think that’s why she’s pregnant?”

“I doubt it.”

“Yeah, daddy and mommy hate each other.  I think that’s why he doesn’t love me like this new baby.”

“Ellie, you know that’s not true.”

“No,” she sits up staring at Emy.  “It is. His wife is the reason I get to go over there.  I’m not supposed to tell mommy and dad, but...the wife and daddy got in a fight, and she told him if he doesn’t straighten up, she’s leaving him.  I heard mommy tell him that, he still went out with his friends, and didn’t come home for days.  She always took me to stay with Papa and Mimi when that happened.  He went to jail,” Emy tilts her head, not realizing that Ellie knew all that had happened.

“Owie and Joshie came and lived with us for a little bit, and I never got to see daddy,” Emy reaches for a tissue, and hands it over to Ellie.  “I came home, and...mommy’s too nice to daddy isn’t she?”

“She wants him in your life.  Sometimes, substances can change people.”

“The drugs?  I heard mommy and dad talk about it.  I don’t know what daddy did, but we all slept in the same bed.  He hurt her.  There was a shelf that was made of glass in the living room, it wasn’t there anymore.  Joshie and Owie only stayed with us if mommy was scared.  Is that how you met Joshie?” 

Emy gives her a smile, but shakes her head no.  “I mean, is that how you fell for him?  Like mommy and dad.”

“No, mine and Joshie’s story is a bit different than that, and you are but just a small little girl.  But maybe me and him and talk to you about it one day, if you’d like.  Ellie, it’s okay to tell your mom and dad what you’re feeling, and it’s okay if you don’t want to, but...I am married to your uncle Joshie, so you don’t have to be in here to talk to me.  You can call me anytime, come over to the house,” Ellie shakes her head no.  “Why not?”

“Joshie will tell mommy.  Daddy told me not to talk about him being married.  You know...I don’t want to call him daddy anymore.  I’m with Beck more anyways.  Why do you think he hates Beck?  My dad, he hates Beck.”

“I don’t think he hates Beck.  I think he sees Beck as the man he wished he was for you and your mom.  He feels intimated by Beck because it looks like Beck doesn’t even try.”

“He doesn’t.  Beck is just...he’s Beck.  He’s good, and he’s there, and he loves us.  He...he cried when my brothers were born, because he was scared that I would feel forgotten.  Beck takes me on dates.  Not real ones, because he’s my,” her eyes look at the table, and she picks up her steamed apple juice for a wuick drink, still her favorite.  “He’s my daddy...my dad, you know what I mean.  But he brings me flowers, and it’s just me and him.  I have never felt left out with my dad.  He makes me feel special, and Mickey can’t even get clean for me.  I was his daughter first.”

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“He what?” Aster screams at Joshua and Emy.  A private meeting between the two couples, while the boys were at the estate and Ellie was at the castle with Otto.  “No.  No,” she laughs maniacally.  “He’s not married.  No.  No, h-h-he wouldn’t.”

“Az,” Joshua calmly speaks.  “Why would she say that?”

“Because...my...my baby is hurting.  I can believe that his girlfriend, Suzy or Suzette or whatever her name is pregnant.  But married?  Marriage isn’t Mickey’s style,” she turns to look at Beck who just shakes his head.  “And she...she remembered Joshie and Owie living with us?” 

“Az, she didn’t really know what happened, she just knew that something happened, and that you guys all slept in the bed together.”

“One of us, stayed up sitting on the chair in the bedroom,” Joshua tells her.

“Babe, I don’t really care who slept where,” she tells them.  “What is important is a girl remembers whatever happened that night, and in her eyes, this wife and baby are better than her.  She’s struggling with what to call him.  She wants to call Beck daddy, and then started calling Mickey by his name.  Ellie is confused.  She’s pissed off, and she knows her dad was on drugs.”

“I tried,” Aster starts.  Her hand rubbing over her little bump.  “I tried to shield her from Mickey’s ugly, and it appears that I only allowed her to see more.”

“I told you, that you were doing the right and brave thing.  That’s on me, too.  Beck, she made comments about your dates.  Keep doing special things with her.  Our girl is overwhelmed.  She doesn’t know what to do.”

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“Ellie, why don’t you go tell Papa and Mimi bye, I need to talk with your father for a moment,” Ellie gives her mom an odd look, but starts to skip off anyways, giving Beck a squeeze to his hand before leaving.

“What did I do now?  I passed the piss test.”

“Are you married?” Mickey takes a slow breath, and looks at the ground.  “Mickey, are you married?”

“Yes!  I’m fucking married, by the way my wife is pregnant.  Not that it means anything to you.”

“It means everything to me.  I’m the one that has sole custody of our daughter, and I need to know who is around her, and that includes your fucking wife, and child.  Did...did you not think I deserved to know?”

“No,” Mickey laughs out.  “No, it doesn’t pertain to you.”

“When my child is there, it pertains to me.  I gave you the decency to tell you that Beck and I were engaged.  I gave you the courtesy of letting you know about the twins, and this current pregnancy, and I have full custody.  I’m the one who owes you nothing.  I’m allowing you to continue to see her, despite you not paying child support.”

“Like you fucking need it!  You people,” his voice spits, out looking at Beck as well, who is bidding his time.  Wanting Aster to take the lead on this, but he’s pissed.  “You just get fucking richer.  You came from money, Az.  You made more money, and you married a fucking astronaut.  Everything you had was given to you.  You don’t need my fucking money.”

“I work my ass off!  I might have been born into money, but I go to work five days a fucking week.  Yes, I work for my family’s company, but I don’t sit there and collect a paycheck, I work for it, and I have worked for that goddamn company since I was sixteen years old.  So don’t tell me everything was given to me.  That money isn’t even for me, it’s for our daughter.  You lied to us.  Beck and I told you she had an attitude, and it’s your fault!  Did you even think what this would do to her?”

“You can get married and have kids, but I can’t?” he lets out an annoyed laugh.  “I get it.  Everything Aster Drysdale does is perfect.  You can do no wrong, huh?  But everything that Mickey does is shit.  Is that why you changed my daughter’s last name?  You didn’t think I would notice that, huh?  My god, do you even fucking hear yourself?  So self righteous.  Ellie will be disappointed in her life, and not just by me.  But I guess you think you’re too perfect for that, huh?”

“You’re an asshole.  I’m far from perfect, but I own my shit, you make excuses for every damn thing.  We’ve all been disappointed, but you’re making excuses for yourself concerning Ellie’s feelings.  You don’t even bother to talk to her to find out what’s wrong.  You’ve crushed her self esteem.  Kids have enough to deal with.  She remembers Mickey.  She remembers when you pushed me, and Joshua and Owin came and lived with us.  Remembers you were in jail, and now she doesn’t know whether to call you daddy, dad, or Mickey, but I guess that’s someone else’s fault,” Mickey flinches, but Beck pushes in front of Aster.

His arm, pressing up against Mickey’s neck.  “Wrong move.  We’re asking you to take accountability for your actions.  You threaten my wife, and my kids ever again...” Beck lets out a sinister laugh.  “You’re not even worth it.  The only reason we entertain you is for Ellie.”

“I’m never going to be good enough for you two, am I?  I’m sober, I have an apartment, I’m married, and I’m having a child.”

“I’m proud of you,” Beck answers, stepping back from him.  “But you need to realize we’re too kind.  Talk to your daughter.  You’re losing her and you don’t even realize.  She will not be coming home feeling less than worthy.”

“Is everything okay in here?” Ransom asks, coming in after hearing the commotion, while his wife entertained Ellie.  

“Of course.  Thick as thieves aren’t you?”

“I’m not as nice as them, so you better shut your fucking mouth.  I told her she should have pressed charges against you.  You touch my daughter, my granddaughter or son-in-law again, you’ll realize how fucking thick we are.  You will not come to my home, and talk to my family like that.  in fact, I think it’s time for you to leave.  After you’ve calmed down, if Ellie wants to see you this weekend, I’ll bring her to your apartment.  And don’t ever talk about my daughter and blame her for your shortcomings.  Go home, and think.  I don’t want you relapse, but I want you to think about your life and how it’s affecting my granddaughter,” Mickey only stands there glaring at Ransom.

Ransom walks even closer to him, nose to nose with Mickey.  “I didn’t stutter and I won’t say it again.  Get off my fucking property.  You can call the estate when you’re ready to spend time with my granddaughter.  And I’m letting it be her decision whether she wants to see you.”

“Aster, I’m sorry for ever coming into your life,” Mickey turns to walk out the door.

“I’m not.  You gave me my Ellie.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #eliana henry #eliana henry beck #mickey henry #chris beck #aster drysdale #chris beck x aster beck

[nancypullen]

Where Do I Start?

What a fabulous birthday weekend! My family, my friends, the fun, even the weather! I don’t know where to start.  I feel truly celebrated and after 59 trips around the sun, that’s a mighty good feeling.  To every person who offered up a message, a card, or a call - thank you from the bottom of my heart.  I’m always a little overwhelmed at the amount of kindness directed toward me, I’m not worthy!  So before I boohoo over all of the love, let’s talk about the weather!  It. was. gorgeous.  Like, windows-in-my-craft-room-open-and-Vivaldi-filling-the-house-with-sounds-of-Autumn gorgeous.

That alone was enough to put a dreamy smile on my face, but there were delightful surprises ahead - too many to name! I will, however, share some of the fun...

The mister made an appointment for us on Saturday to visit Work Horse Farm.  It’s a family business about ten minutes from us that rescues animals.  They have everything from camels to sloths, zebras to kangaroos, chickens to porcupines...you get the idea.  Best of all, you can feed and pet ALL of them!  I know I’m a grandma, but the child in me was THRILLED.  I cuddled a sloth, fed and stroked a capybara, petted kangaroos (ohmygosh, the softest, most velvety fur ever), bonded with a camel named Henry, and so much more.  I admit, there was a part of me wondering if there’d be a creepy Tiger King vibe and if I’d regret going - but there wasn’t!  It’s truly a family devoted to caring for rescues and educating folks about both exotic and domestic animals. That’s why they’re not open to the public but they’ll take appointments and form a small tour, they also let school groups visit.  The animals were obviously healthy and happy, and not afraid to ask for a snack.  When you’re giving a capybara a snack and a wallaby sneaks up behind you, you know you’re having a great day.  There was even a big Canadian goose who has joined their flock of domestic geese and refuses to leave.  His family still spends part of their year at a pond on the property, but when they migrate I guess he just waves as they fly over.  Here’s a shot of the emus and camels coming to check out the visitors.

I never knew how much I wanted a camel until I nuzzled noses with this one.

And look at these gorgeous babies!

Our group had around eight people in it and we were all so excited to have a chance to feed and touch these beautiful animals.  I mean, look at this little kangaroo enjoying a belly scratch!

I was especially eager to meet the sloth (my spirit animal) and he didn’t disappoint. He’s in his own little house now that temps have cooled off. The owner said he needs to be in an environment 80 degrees or warmer to be comfortable.  So we were allowed to enter his house and pet him. The only warning was to “keep your fingers away from his mouth”, which I had no problem doing.  Mickey apparently forgot that rule and stroked the sloth’s cheek, causing the sloth to slowwwwwwwwwly turn his head and slowwwwwwly open his mouth. No danger of being snapped at by a sloth.  

I commented that I’d expected the hair to be coarse, but he was silky soft.  The owner replied that in the wild his hair probably would be more coarse but he’s quite pampered at their place.  His outdoor area was lovely - loads of trees, hammocks, food stations, etc.  I wondered if he’s lonely for other sloths but apparently they live quite solitary lives. Besides, he’s surrounded by other animals just like he’d be in the canopy of a tropical forest.  Okay, okay - I could fill this blog with photos of the fun we had at Work Horse Farm, but I’ll just stick their website here and let you see more if you choose.

https://work-horse-farm-rescue-and-exotics.business.site/ After waving goodbye to my new love, Henry the camel, we drove down the road to Easton where I picked out a fancy schmancy new light fixture for my feminine artsy-craftsy room.  Behold!

Isn’t she sparkly and pretty?  That bit of fabulous was courtesy of Matt’s gift card.  And as if that wasn’t enough, as we were leaving I spotted YEWS!  I have a long love affair with yews.  They delight me.  They grow nicely, they stay healthy, they don’t have ouchy spikes like hollies and other shrubs, and they’re pleasing all year, every season.  That was my wish for greenery along the front porch but I hadn’t been able to find any all summer. Lo and behold, the birthday gods put them in my path - a gift from the universe. And now I have three dark green spreading yews.  Perfect timing because two of the super cheap Japanese Hollies that I bought at the Denton Walmart in May are on life support.  Go figure.   WAIT!  I didn’t mention that before we went to Work Horse Farm we made a quick stop at Ball Greenhouses - another place just a few miles from our front door.  I found the kale, pansies, mini mums, and little pumpkins I needed for my porch containers.  They even had bundles of cornstalks for just $4!  So that was a carload of happy. You can see the joy all over his face.

Anyywayyyy - on the way home from Easton we decided to just pick up Chinese food for dinner which didn’t hurt my feelings one bit.  I didn’t cook or clean the whole day. It was pure fun.  And that wasn’t even my birthday! Late, late that night, actually the wee hours of my birthday, I woke to the sound of rain on the roof.  Another birthday wish granted. On Sunday Mickey woke me up with a delicious breakfast sandwich from Earth Tones Cafe.  A veggie and egg sandwich (thick slabs of perfect avocado!) of their house-made sourdough bread.  Good morning!  I’d already told him that I didn’t want him to hang around if he had photos to take.  He’s doing a lot of that for the county and it seems like every weekend there’s another festival, hoedown, bazaar, concert, or something.  He said he might run off to snap a few things, which he did, so I got my ducks in a row.  I knew I’d put him to work when he came home because he’d promised to help me put up outdoor fall decor and he wanted to go out for a birthday dinner but I wanted to stay home and just grill something.  That means he’d be manning the grill.  Poor fella, bet this weekend wore him out.  My choice of birthday meal was chicken-spinach-feta burgers on whole grain buns. He came through and they were delicious. YUM.     Anyway, I’d spent a couple of days earlier in the week putting together a fall garland to put over the front door.  As usual I tried to do it as cheaply as possible and that was probably a mistake. I bought a bunch of inexpensive floral stems and decided to wing it. It turned out fine, but my sister was getting messages like this.

 I had flowers and wire spread out, trying to make sense of it all.

It did get finished, I was happy with it, and you-know-who ended up on a ladder attaching it to the door frame.

I put together the porch containers and hung them on the railing. 

It’s looking like fall, y’all! Try to imagine how happy all of this made me.  If this is what turning 59 feels like, I don’t mind it one bit.  But my sweet guys had more in store.  I will not tick off a list of gifts because that feels tacky.  I do, however, want to share something that the Pullen men pulled together and surprised me with...

Pardon my crooked pic, but LOOK!!!!  Those are the Royal Stafford Haunted House dishes that I mooned over! I would never, ever have asked for or expected a set!  I was perfectly content to have my little witch bowl for my veggies eggs every morning.  I truly was.  I hope they don’t think I’m going to save these and use them just once a year - the 31st of every month will be a fine time to use them, as well as the entire period between my birthday and November 1st.  And maybe every other day of the year. They’re so stinkin’ perfect! What a perfect blend of my dish fetish and my unhealthy obsession with Halloween. Check out the windows on the dinner plate.

And I’ve already shared the delightful bowl pattern, here’s the salad/sandwich plate - it’s the same pattern!

Is it weird to just want to gaze at dishes and sigh?  I know it is, I just don’t care. There was FaceTiming, phone calls, cake, more gifts, and lots and lots of laughter.  I feel more celebrated and loved than I have a right to, honestly.  I always feel so undeserving on my birthday - the people I love really do make me feel special.  Wait until you see what my sister made, it deserves its own post.  I don’t deserve any of it and I’m choked up just thinking about how very, very grateful I am. How on Earth did I get so lucky? How did all of these wonderful people end up in my little life?  I can’t explain it but I will be forever thankful. Now I think I’ll go have a good cry over it.  Every card, every message, every gift was hugged to my heart. The Pullen men spoil me and I hope that’s because they know that they’re my whole life.  The beat of my heart. And that’s what 59 trips around the sun will do to you, turn you to mush.  I’m going to pull myself together and get some dinner on the table for Mickey.  Tomorrow I’ll snap some photos of our pretty fall porch and share them here.  There’s still a bit left to do, but it’s coming together. I’m in full autumn mode - I’m ready for chowders and gingersnaps. Sweaters! Socks! Flannel nightgowns! Bring it on! Thank you for slogging through this post as words ping-ponged in my brain and fell out onto the keyboard.  I know it’s a mess. At least it’s a cheerful mess. Sending out some pumpkin-spiced love today! Stay safe, stay well.

Nancy     

[darklylucid]

(UPDATED WITH MORE PICTURES...SLIGHTLY 'NSFW' ON ACCOUNT OF THE PHOTOS OF MINI FANTASY PEENS)

There is a Spirit Halloween store open in my city, and last Monday after work, I went there and spent $150 on what is essentially...bedroom decor 😂

Thanks to my recent purchase of a digital camera (it may be basic, but at least it can take much higher quality photos than one that's in my Nintendo 3DS), I can finally share some pictures of what my 'gradually evolving slasher shrine' of a bedroom looks like.

Well and truly, a work in progress.

This is what I bought last Monday. They had quite a large selection of fleece throw blankets at a REALLY decent price, but since I hardly have any Ghostface representation, this was the one I went with.

(This photo was taken in the living room, which is directly above my bedroom...)

Hands! These are going on the front hall table. Yes...they're large enough to cup a pair of boobs comfortably...

This is the view from by bedroom 'doorway' (my room is in one half of the basement, so I have a curtains separating it from the laundry room that's in the other half)

It's hard to see from the picture, but I picked out and painted the drywall a beautiful dark true grey, and I chose a pale cream for the bare concrete wall below it.

(Grey, cream and black...classy as fuck!)

All the blankets and sheets on my bed, and I mean all of them, are black, and so are the bookshelves and picture frames. Even the curtains hiding the small window well window are dark grey and black.

Colour coordination FTW!

These are some fine art prints I bought off Etsy a few years ago, and I can easily admit that they're one of the best purchases I have ever made.

I have the full collection - Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Ghostface (depending on who I'm in the mood for, it can represent either Billy & Stu, Danny Johnson OR Mickey Altieri), and Leatherface (Thomas Hewitt all the way)

Bare corner? Accessorize with skulls!

Books, books and, yes, more books! (and posters...which reminds me, I have more poster frames, which means I can buy more posters...)

Henry!

Some, uhhhhh...'light bedtime reading'

The other corner of my room, showing off my collection of Spirit Halloween 'artwork'...

My bedside table, featuring my 15+ year old Sony CD player, and Ghost CDs. Yes, I will get into bed and listen to a full album before I go to sleep. So fucking comforting...and gold Ikea table lamp FTW.

My dresser...and more skulls...do you sense a theme here? Also, two of them are REAL. On the left is a skunk skull, and the one on the right is an articulated badger skull! Lester would be proud...

And, if you look up, EVIL BAT CARVING...

Street signs!

Bonus Ghost robe blanket...it's big enough to cover the whole couch!

You should always surround yourself with things that make you happy...and surrounding myself with all of this does indeed make me very happy.

@enigma-selfships - MY 'LOST BOYS' POSTER CAME IN THE MAIL!!!

I just had to get the poster with all four of them...David, Paul, Dwayne and Marko. No vamp left behind!

Ummmmm...yeah. For the sheer unadulterated joy of it, here's a close-up of two actual skulls I have on my bedside table. Please excuse the mini fantasy peen...I had nothing else on hand with which to prop the badger skull open with...the other one is a skunk skull...

AND...because I *can*...PEENS!

Apparently, I have a hard to find graphic novel...I had no idea!

#Slasher #Slashers #Slasher fandom #Slasher decor FTW #Michael Myers #Jason Voorhees #Freddy Krueger #Ghostface #Leatherface #I suppose you could consider my bedroom 'death themed'...💀 😜

[ltwharfy]

Happy 2024! What are you excited to create this year?

Happy New Year, Babs! It's funny, because if somebody had asked me this last year (well, it wouldn't have been on tumblr, since I wasn't here) I would've been super confused because I would've said I don't create things! Then, I wrote 16 "Bob's Burgers" fics last year! So, life is full of surprises!

In terms of fic stuff that I'm hoping on work this year, I would love to do more for the rare pairs I like, Arnold/Kaylee (reminds me of another ask I need to answer) and Henry/Susmita. And maybe get around to Trev/Mickey, too.

And I've got some non-romantic "rare pair" ideas, too-things like Mort teaching Rudy to meditate, or Arnold helping Rudy with his karate (inspired by Rudy's reference to his failed yellow belt test in "Better Off Sled").

And there'll probably be more Roudise. I know I'd like to finish the shirtless drumming WIP. And I may eventually try to write the James Bond-inspired idea I came up with for the Roudise Week roommates/alternate universe prompt. And I would bet other ideas about those kids will come to me!

Also, seeing all the great fanart on here has kind of given me the urge to draw for the first time since grade school. So, I'm hoping to try my hand at that, and if there is anything I like enough to share on here, I will.

Finally, my favorite creative outlet is photography, and I sort of stopped doing that as much last year for a variety of reasons, so my New Year's resolution is to do the weekly photography challenges at 52 frames. I mostly share my photography on other places under my real name, but if there's something I really love, I'll share it here, too!

Thanks so much for the ask!

#thanks for the ask! #fic stuff #writing stuff #art #about me #creativity

[buckysimp101]

New Fic-y Fic!

I’m in the process of writing a new little mini-series! I’ve had this idea in my drafts for a hot minute now but I’m excited to write it! It will only be like a 2-3 part fic at the most. It will be a Mickey Henry (Sebastian Stan’s character in Monday) x F!Reader fic. I just feel like Mickey doesn’t get enough love on this platform, so. Time to write for him! If you’d like to be tagged, let me know! It’ll be a lil angsty and a lil fluffy!

I mean seriously. He deserves all the fics.

Here’s Part 1 !

#mickey henry #mickey henry fanfiction #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry x yn #buckysimp101 #buckysimp101 fanfic #Sebastian Stan characters #sebastian stan character fanfiction

[theloniousbach]

HANGING OUT AT SMALL’S LIVE #25, 15-16 NOVEMBER 2022

JOE FARNSWORTH with Sarah Hanahan, Dave Kikoski, and Tyler Mitchell, SMALL’S JAZZ CLUB, 31 OCTOBER 2022, 1st set

FRANK LACY SEPTET, SMALL’S JAZZ CLUB, 2nd set

Having been in piano land for an extended period, I needed some rowdy horns and drive. JOE FARNSWORTH who makes a point of showcasing players in interesting comments brought Sarah Hanahan as part of a big quartet and FRANK LACY had a piano-less septet with two drummers and two bassists. He played fluegelhorn to go with a trombonist and reed man.

It is always time to swing with JOE FARNWORTH but he had others who play big so he untethered himself. Sarah Hanahan is a tenor player in spirit who uses an alto. She plays hard and with a growl, so, even in this context, the ballad showed a lyrical side that was fun to discover. But she was quite at home with the Giant Steps closer and the straightahead Blues for Dracula for Halloween. The set opened with Dave Kikoski floridly backing into Softly As In a Morning Sunrise which wasn’t all that softly done. He also took the fIrish solo on the Coltrane tune. He is often a bit much in duos and trios, but here he could go toe to toe with a strong band. And I think that makes Tyler Mitchell the real hero for playing with the requisite power to keep everyone in line but also with rich taste and tone. It was a swinging, blowing session and a good fit for my mood.

FRANK LACY is probably more interesting than good per se, so it rather fits that he is part of the Mingus Organization which, like the master in his own day, values individuality and vigor over mere raw talent in the service of an artistic vision. And as a bandleader, his regular gigs are eclectic experiments that, even if they don’t quite work, are striking. This time he had two basses, with Gianluca Renza with bowed work straddling the rhythm section and the horns with James Robbins playing, call it, jazz bass. Similarly, it seemed that Evan Sherman was doing the more regular drum part, far more than metronomic, but still familiar while Wen Ting Wu provided flavor a la Mickey Hart or Jaimoe to evoke the two drummer jam bands of my past. Brian Simontacchi, trombone, and Mike Lee, tenor and flute, played horn parts with Lacy that were at once head arrangements and tightly scripted. The closer was madcap marching band, there was some second line in there, sure, but maybe Ives too. Or maybe AACM as they included two Henry Threadgill tunes. Lacy’s own tunes were programmatic, including 1000 Years of Peace inspired by the Book of Revelations (yikes!). It was an exciting set, an experiment that worked.

I’m sure I’ll be back in familiar territory soon enough, but the energy was welcome.

#concert review #jazz #almost couch tour #small’s live #small’s jazz club #2022

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

“If we weren’t in public right now I'd have my head between your legs”

Characters - Mickey Henry, Female Reader

Words - 358

Warnings - fingering (f receiving), female masturbation, voyeurism

a/n - I wrote three of my favourites tonight! Please enjoy the smut, there's no plot here. Also please enjoy this gif of Mickey because I certainly will 😏

You laid out the picnic blanket and spread out the food you bought from the market that morning.

Mickey met you there, a bottle of tequila in his hands and a bag filled with snacks. The sun was punishing hot today and you passed the SPF to him, asking him to make sure your back and shoulders were covered.

He squirted some of the lotion into his hands, rubbing them together and slowly coating your skin. The cool feel of his rings against your already hot skin sent a shiver down your spine, "I think I should make sure your legs are protected too." You smiled and shook your head, watching as he positioned himself at your feet. He grabbed a berry and leaned over you, pushing it in your mouth and winking before lifting your leg and running his hands over it.

He looked around the area and noticed there weren't many people around as his hands travelled further up, pushing the skirt of your thin sundress higher and higher. You bit your lip waiting for him to notice, it didn't take long. His fingers lightly grazed your already wet cunt before bringing them up to his mouth to taste you.

You watched with an open mouth as he sucked them clean, one by one, moaning at the taste of you, "Fuck, if we weren’t in public right now I'd have my head between your legs." He lifted your skirt and just stared at you, licking his lips and grabbing his phone out of his pocket.

"Spread those legs for me, show me what I'm missing out on." You looked behind you, pleased that the other people were distracted enough before you spread your legs wide. You watched his face closely as you ran your fingers through your slick and slowly teased your clit. You knew he was recording and made sure to put on a good show for him.

It really didn't take long at all before you were cumming, a sheen of sweat coating your chest as the midday sun burned high in the sky. "Fuck sweetheart, let's get you home. I can't wait much longer."

@navybrat817 @sweeterthanthis

#mickey henry imagine #mickey henry x y/n #mickey henry x you #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry

[musette22]

Mickey in his blue flannel shirt though 🥺💙

#sebastian stan #mickey henry #monday #monday the movie #denise gough #I just adore him in this shirt and I haven't seen enough of it on here #so have some crappy screenshots #💙💙💙

[thefanbasewhore]

Bucky finds out you got hurt on a mission

Thank you for the request!!! ❤️ I'm a little rusty so sorry If this was terrible :(

summary: When Bucky gets the news that the reader has been hurt, he expects the worst

content: fluff

paring: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Tag list \ navigation / b.barnes masterlist

"Where is she?" The boom of Bucky's raised voice could be heard from the room over. A voice trying to reason from beyond but Bucky isn't seeming to have it. Instead his eyes dart over every single name on the charts outside the doors.

The hospital is vigorous, nurses and doctors shoving their way through the hall. The sounds of machines bind with the sounds of cries and yelling but Bucky is deaf to it all.

He shoved through groups of people as Sam follows behind, calling Bucky's name. Sam apologies to every person Bucky walks into or checks but they call scoffs and mention him off.

The moment Bucky sees her name he opens the door. He expects the worst, maybe even to walk in mid surgery but instead a doctor is prompt up next to her. The seated position mirrors them both as the man presses a cotton ball against the redness of her cheek.

The white ball fills with blood immediately and Bucky can't help but close the distance. A large hand presses against the other cheek and bring her gaze to worried eyes.

"Are you okay?" With how soft Bucky speaks no one would ever guess he was yelling at people to get out of the way a few seconds ago.

He gently cups the other side of her cheek, avoiding the doctors gaze as he shifts the weight of her head from hand to hand to look for any injuries. His breath hitches instantly, fingers pressing against the nasty gash on the left side of her cheek as the false appendages fill with blood.

It's ugly, red and raw. The scar itself is jagged and mishaped and if it had been two inches lower no doubt would have drained the jugular.

"Baby.." Bucky press a hiss to her forehead as a hand slips behind her neck to hold it. "Who did it?"

"I didn't see, he came out of no where."

Bucky nods softly, "You're going to need stitches."

The doctor huffs next to him, "We were just about to start before you came in."

Bucky ignores his presence completely, hand slipping into her own to squeeze it reinsuringly. "I'm right here baby."

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